Newlyweds

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The wickedness of these bastards was revealed when they lit cigarettes. The men sat in two rows, which wouldn't have been so bad, but the problem was that they were all sitting on the floor, and my wife was kneeling in the middle to light their cigarettes. Kneeling wasn't uncomfortable; the room had already been covered with something that looked like a carpet but wasn't. This whole thing was definitely a spur-of-the-moment idea, because my wife was wearing a short skirt… My wife was clearly aware of their intentions, and while kneeling, she tried to keep her buttocks low and her body straight, so most of the time only her thighs were visible. But those guys had plenty of ways to do it. Lighting cigarettes wasn't so easy. Not only did they not inhale, but they also tilted their heads back as high as possible while lighting them. My wife only paid attention to the first two cigarettes. When the man leaned back, she didn't follow him, but instead took two steps forward while kneeling to light them, until the man had nowhere to retreat, so she wasn't exposed much. But the more difficult it became for them to light cigarettes, the less they cared. When the man leaned back, her whole body leaned forward, resulting in her buttocks being completely exposed!

Her thong and flesh-colored stockings were practically invisible, except for a small amount of red fabric covering her genitals. The straps, barely visible through her buttocks, were almost negligible. A small, full, red mound stood out amidst the white expanse, and her legs, pressed together, made her genitals even more prominent in the eyes of onlookers. In the countryside, where people work from sunrise to sunset, exposed to the elements, where have they ever seen such snow-white thighs and buttocks?! Her buttocks weren't exactly large, but they were of average size. Besides, regardless of type, a woman's buttocks are always full and rounded when she lifts them. The villagers had never seen such a sensual scene before. Many were probably seeing thongs for the first time, their eyes glued to my wife's buttocks, their focus solely on that red bulge, as if trying to see right through it. The previously noisy room suddenly fell silent… I have to admire these bastards; they were so thoughtful. The men sat in two rows. If you pointed to the left, the people on the right would see her buttocks, and the people on the left would see her large breasts. If you pointed to the right, it was the left's turn to see her buttocks, and the right's turn to see her large breasts… Damn it, it's all my wife's fault for not listening to me. She should have worn jeans a long time ago. Other brides try to cover themselves up during the wedding night games, but she kept revealing more and more. No wonder she got teased… Even I was getting a little aroused, let alone those idiots. Luckily, there was a thin layer of pantyhose to hold her back for a while. If my wife had been wearing fishnet stockings that only reached her upper thighs, I would have wanted to disappear into the ground. I told myself not to get angry. I was prepared for the wardrobe malfunction; it wasn't worth it. I thought about how other brides get their breasts and buttocks touched, this was nothing. Let them fantasize… After checking everyone's names, my wife had worked incredibly hard, and there were fine beads of sweat on her forehead. If she could manage to laugh it off at first, things got embarrassing from there.

She had a wine bottle hanging from her waist, upside down, on her buttocks, completely hidden from her. I was made to lie on the ground with a chopstick between my legs. My wife had to squat on top and stick the chopstick into the bottle, five times in total, and then ask if it was in. I had to answer "no" or "it's in." I couldn't give any other hints.

Basically, it was imitating the woman-on-top position, supposedly for early childbirth. I was like, what does this have to do with early childbirth?! But then I thought, it made sense—the sooner it's in, the sooner she'll give birth!

At first, my wife and I were facing each other.

I could see a bit of the bottle opening from my lying position, but my wife couldn't see it at all and had to keep bending her head down. This naturally caused her buttocks to stick out, revealing a lot of skin. Since I could see the small opening but couldn't direct her, the difficulty increased considerably. Plus, the opening was so small that my wife couldn't get it in. So I suggested that I could direct her, and everyone agreed, realizing it was quite difficult. At first, when I called for left and right, my wife kept getting it wrong. Then she realized we were facing opposite directions, so I decisively had her turn her back to me. This way, I could see the whole bottle, making it much easier. My wife didn't need to stick her butt out at all. I directed her to the left and right, then had her sit down. My wife asked, "Is it in yet?" I answered, "It's in..." One last time, I even added, "It's in, all the way down..." which drew a burst of laughter. It was done easily in a few moves. Those watching the spectacle and the potential exposure were a bit dumbfounded; they probably hadn't seen this position before. As I got up, I clearly heard a woman next to me clicking her tongue in admiration: "City people really know how to have fun..." Then, supposedly, it was a "step-by-step ascent" position. A flower was stuck in the ceiling, and my wife and I, without any tools, had to have my wife retrieve it. Clearly, it meant I had to carry my wife to get it. Poor thing, I tried several times, but couldn't lift her... Damn, I've had so much alcohol, I have no strength left. But I was thirsty, so I asked for water. A woman handed me a glass, which I downed in one gulp, and then asked her to pour me another.

After several unsuccessful attempts, I suggested my wife stand on the table and get it herself. The few idiots discussed it and agreed. I knew this would expose my wife again, but I really had no other choice; I simply couldn't lift her. My wife took off her shoes and climbed onto the table, accidentally exposing herself once. Standing up, she was practically completely exposed again. The audience could easily see her thighs and buttocks. This time it was even more seductive; when she stood up, even the small red cloth covering her genitals was hidden between her buttocks, making it look like she wasn't wearing underwear at all… I even suspected this segment was added on the spot by those bastards who weren't satisfied with just lighting cigarettes. To make matters worse, the ceiling was a bit too high; a man standing on the table could barely reach it, let alone a woman. So my wife had to repeatedly stand on tiptoe to reach it. With each stretch and pull, her skirt inevitably rode up with her arms, exposing even more completely, revealing most of her buttocks—a vast expanse of white flesh. The crowd, admiring the alluring glimpse beneath her skirt, cheered on the wife, urging her to go higher, higher… But this wasn't encouragement; it was clearly an attempt to make her reveal even more… After several attempts, the wife still couldn't reach it, so she stopped, pouting and standing on the table with a pitiful expression, looking both alluring and adorable. An older woman below called out, "Girl, jumping might get you there." The wife, on a whim, jumped without thinking, probably not caring about anything else. And just like that, with each jump and landing, she was completely naked—not just her buttocks, but her entire front was exposed. Luckily, her pubic hair was sparse; except for a small patch above her vulva, the area around her opening was clean. Otherwise, with that small thong revealing a bunch of dark hair, it would have been incredibly embarrassing.

Even so, she still hadn't succeeded. The wife said she had no strength left; how could she jump?! It was probably due to the alcohol.

Then someone suggested that since I couldn't do it, my wife should pick someone to carry her up to pick it—it was a last resort. Although reluctant, my wife nodded. She specifically chose a tall guy; this was a real opportunity to get close to a beautiful woman, making the surrounding men incredibly envious. The tall idiot first grabbed her thigh and lifted her up, but couldn't reach. Then he started grabbing her from her knees. If you thought he was so honest, you were sorely mistaken. None of these idiots were easy to deal with! Sure enough, this time he could clearly reach it, but just a hair's breadth away, he suddenly let go and slipped down, pretending to explain that he was too drunk to have the strength. Damn it!

Slipping down wasn't the problem; the real issue was that as he slid down, this idiot not only lifted her skirt but also took the opportunity to place his hands on her groin, his crotch pressing against her buttocks. She must have felt his hardness behind her, and tried to wriggle her hips to get away. This only fueled the idiot's arousal; he wouldn't let go, instead tightening his grip until she was slightly bent over, her buttocks pressed firmly against his penis, even through several layers of fabric.

The idiot bent his legs slightly, his hands gripping her thighs, and she bent over slightly, her buttocks pressed against his crotch. Holy crap, this… this position was exactly like standing sex, with his penis already deeply inside her… This position wasn't unfamiliar to her; if she spread her legs even slightly, it would be exactly the same position we were playing… She clearly realized this too, her face instantly turning bright red with embarrassment.

Then the tall guy started his performance, saying he was really out of strength. He kept saying, "Look, look, I really can't lift her up," while simultaneously pulling up and down on his wife's groin area. Her panties were already small, and this pulling made them even smaller. I should thank the unscrupulous manufacturers of these thongs for not skimping on fabric; the piece covering her genitals was much larger than the rest, otherwise the tall guy would have torn it into a tiny strip, exposing her entire vulva to everyone.

I was worried the thong would be digging into my wife's cleft, but thankfully she was slightly bent over, so even if it did, her labia were exposed, making it difficult to see.

My wife, finally losing her temper, grabbed him hard, leaving several bloody marks on the tall, stupid guy's hand. I know my wife's nails all too well—they're incredibly sharp. The other women nearby couldn't stand it anymore and started criticizing him for going too far. The tall, stupid guy had no choice but to let go, bend down, and lift my wife up from her knees, easily getting the flower.

As he lifted her up, everyone burst into laughter. I looked down and saw that the tall, stupid guy's crotch was soaking wet. Damn, this idiot had just ejaculated! Being held by a perverted man until he ejaculated, and in front of everyone, my wife must have felt the throbbing in her rear end. No wonder she was so angry earlier. But then I felt a deep sense of shame. What if someone thought it was my wife's vaginal fluid…? Although I knew it definitely wasn't—my wife's vaginal fluid had never been this abundant—I couldn't guarantee that others wouldn't think that… It was so frustrating.

The tall, stupid guy fled in a sorry state amidst the laughter of the crowd.

After picking the flowers, my wife, still furious, sat on the bed in a huff, saying nothing. Suddenly, I felt dizzy and my legs gave way, and I collapsed onto the bed.

Everyone else seemed bored; the wives suggested calling it a day, but the men mostly disagreed. After arguing for a while, they finally said the newlyweds were tired and should rest, skipping the other activities and only doing the last one... I lay on the bed, completely exhausted, wishing it would end immediately, and I guessed my wife felt the same way, but I knew these idiots wouldn't give up so easily. One last thing, maybe it would pass.

My wife looked helplessly at me lying on the bed, and I looked helplessly at her; I didn't even have the strength to lift my hand. That's when I truly understood helplessness—a grown man powerless to rescue his wife from repeated harassment. What a tragedy... After resting for a while, someone started chanting "One last thing, one last thing!" I immediately understood; I hadn't realized this trendy thing had spread to the countryside. The newlyweds lay in bed, throwing clothes out of the covers until they couldn't throw any more. My buddy used this trick on us last year too. As soon as he threw it, he turned off the lights and they disappeared. I remember that time, as soon as I heard the door close, I immediately pulled my naked wife onto me. She cooperated, one hand gripping my penis, aiming it slightly, and then she plopped down inside. Her pussy was already quite wet, so it went all the way in effortlessly. But before we could even start moving, those bastards suddenly pushed the door open again and turned on the lights. Damn it, they hadn't even locked the door! My wife was so scared she lay on top of me, too afraid to move. Seeing our disheveled state, the bastards laughed. I held my wife, my penis still inside her, and cursed, "You scared me so badly I'm impotent! You all better watch out..." They laughed and joked around us for a while before locking the door and leaving. Hearing footsteps coming downstairs, we resumed our work. My wife was unusually horny that day. I quickly rubbed my penis against her entrance for a while, bringing her to orgasm. From then on, I discovered another way to bring her to her peak, and her mouth could finally be free for a while. It was just strange, though, that I couldn't bring her to orgasm by thrusting, no matter how long I tried. Maybe everyone has their own characteristics... This program was no challenge for us; we were very familiar with it. It's just that I had no strength at all, so I had to trouble my wife. She helped me undress first, and then lay down under the covers to undress herself. In no time, she was completely naked and thrown out. Some perverted idiots even picked up each piece of clothing to examine it, saying it was to check it out... I thought that was the end of it, but I didn't expect it to be just the beginning. These idiots are truly descendants of generations of pranksters. They've actually perfected an imported concept. Next, they demanded that my wife and I walk around the room three times naked, wrapped in blankets, to count!

Thinking this was the last one, I gritted my teeth and tried to get up, but my limbs wouldn't obey me. When I opened my mouth, even my throat wouldn't cooperate; I'd lost my voice! I wanted to speak but couldn't; the feeling was unbearable… The groom really couldn't get up, and the older women started saying, "Forget it, forget it," but the men still disagreed, saying that walking three laps was necessary for a harmonious and fulfilling marriage… Finally, someone suggested that since the groom couldn't get up, why not find someone to stand in for him? This suggestion won a round of applause, of course, mostly from the men. Holy crap, how could that be? My wife's naked, walking three laps wrapped around another naked man—that's just too absurd… I couldn't speak, I could only shake my head. At this point, all I had left was the strength to shake my head. The crowd thought it was absurd and started arguing again. Finally, they said the man couldn't undress while the bride remained dressed, and then they asked the wife's opinion. She looked at me helplessly and thought for a long time before nodding. Although I still felt uneasy, the desire to end it quickly won out. Besides, I'd heard from classmates that some brides had their pants pulled down. My wife had been exposed the whole way, but not to the point of being hugged, touched, or kissed; her private parts weren't exposed to everyone's eyes, so I acquiesced.

Those idiots started arguing about who should be the temporary groom. Naturally, no one wanted to miss the chance to be intimate with such a beauty. After a while, a voice shouted without any room for argument: "What's all the arguing about? I'll do it!" The men, who had been arguing heatedly, immediately fell silent. I glanced at the man who had stepped forward; I didn't recognize him, probably a recent immigrant. He wasn't exactly sleazy; among these idiots, he was even considered handsome. From his unyielding tone, I sensed he was someone important. Sure enough, I later learned that some of his relatives were the town mayor, and he was just a hoodlum… This man, known as Qiangzi, eventually became my wife's temporary husband. We couldn't let my wife be naked and entangled with this idiot Qiangzi in front of everyone, so we turned off the lights and cleared the room. Only my two sisters-in-law, my wife, and the idiot Qiangzi remained. As soon as the lights were turned off and the curtains were drawn, the room immediately went dark. The lights from the shed outside were bright, so the room wasn't completely dark; people's outlines were still quite clear. One of the women brought a blanket and covered me with it. Then my wife, wrapped in the blanket, got up and stood in front of SB Qiang. Two more women then wrapped them together in the blanket. Throughout the whole process, I watched SB Qiang keep his hands raised high, even staring at the ceiling with his head tilted back. He didn't seem to have any intention of taking advantage of the situation or spying on me. I even felt a slight attraction to him.

After the lights were turned on, the crowd surged in. The new house wasn't big, and it felt even smaller with so many people inside. Walking around like this for three rounds should have been over quickly, and I began to bask in the joy of relief.

SB Qiang was impeccably dressed, while my wife, as everyone knows, was completely naked. Both SB Qiang and my wife had their hands outside the blanket. My wife used one hand to cover her chest and the other to tightly grip the seam of the blanket, as if afraid of accidentally exposing herself completely. SB Qiang seemed quite considerate; one hand hung naturally at his side, while the other helped hold the corner of the blanket for my wife.

As soon as the two started walking, some idiots began jeering: "Qiangzi, you're walking too fast!"... Actually, with them wrapped up together, they couldn't walk fast at all; the idiots just didn't want this erotic performance to end sooner.

Hearing this, Qiangzi slowed down. The man behind was in control, while his wife in front could only be passive. She couldn't pull on the massive body behind her, and she was also worried that pulling back and forth would loosen or even tear the blankets.

Halfway through the round, Qiangzi seemed to get into character. Not only did he walk slowly, but every two steps he would mimic the motions of sex, gently thrusting forward twice, even swaying his hips in a circular motion. These lewd actions aroused the idiot men to a frenzy.

I dared not take my eyes off them, as if I would lose my wife if I did. After walking around, they returned to the starting point at the dressing table. Qiangzi repeated the same action, but with a slightly larger range of motion. He lowered his buttocks, and at the same time, his hand holding the corner of the blanket suddenly loosened and then thrust upwards. His wife involuntarily opened her mouth and let out a soft "ah," as if she had been stunned. Her mouth moved slightly, as if she wanted to shout but couldn't.

SB Qiang hurriedly called out from behind, "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry, sister-in-law, I'm sorry... It was my carelessness, I couldn't hold on, I won't do it again next time..." His words drew another round of laughter. In fact, the blanket hadn't loosened at all; no matter how much SB Qiang loosened it, the key was where his wife was holding on. His wife hurriedly lowered her head, awkwardly adjusting the corner of the blanket for a while before slowly raising her head and casting a mournful look at me... With that look, my heart suddenly clenched, as if pierced by a sharp sword. The thought that had just flashed through my mind reappeared: his wife had been penetrated... that place she had sworn to be penetrated only by me, that sacred territory I had always considered my exclusive domain, had been invaded by a strange, unfamiliar rod-like object... My mind went blank instantly, a huge sense of humiliation surged over me, even breathing became extremely difficult, as if a huge stone was pressing on my chest. I tried to sit up, but my limbs were still completely weak. I opened my mouth to scream, but only hissed "ah ah" sounds came out, quickly drowned out by the laughter of those idiots.

Although I hadn't spent much time with my wife, I knew her eyes all too well. That helpless, fearful, and desolate look would never appear in her eyes without a major upheaval. And now, the only possibility was that a shameless penis was penetrating and raping her most private place... That idiot Qiang was indeed a good actor. He cleverly used the loosened blanket to conceal his fierce and shameless penetration, and also to conceal the instinctive scream my wife made when she was suddenly violated... making everyone present think that my wife screamed because she was afraid of being exposed due to the loosened blanket, because they couldn't seem to find any surprise on their faces after such a major upheaval. I just couldn't understand how he managed to pull out his penis, even though I was watching the whole thing. He had his hands raised high while he was wrapped in the blanket, and after he was wrapped up, his hands were completely outside, so there shouldn't have been any chance for him to get it out… Much later, I did an experiment, not with my wife, of course, because I was afraid of triggering painful memories for her. I wrapped myself in the blanket with another woman, and beforehand, I opened my pants. With the friction of our buttocks, once I got an erection, a slight twist was enough to break through the barrier. That time, I successfully penetrated her, using a method similar to SB's… A woman by the bed noticed my unusual behavior. She seemed understanding and said, "Wait a minute." Then she went out, but instead brought in a glass of water. I shook my head frantically, laboriously extending my right hand and making a writing motion. The woman again comforted me, saying, "Wait a minute," and then left.

The situation on the field continued from the first lap, and halfway through, it was still the same: every step the scumbag took, he would thrust from behind. My wife's steps were noticeably sluggish, but I knew this lap was vastly different from the first. If the first lap was more of a performance by the scumbag, this lap was entirely him using the opportunity to enjoy himself. The thrusts were only for his own penis to penetrate deeper and feel more pleasurable. The overwhelming humiliation accompanying the scumbag's actions overwhelmed me, making me lose myself. My limbs were paralyzed, but my mind remained perfectly clear. I hated this clear-headedness; I would rather remain lost in this intoxication than witness what was happening before my eyes! The thought that my wife, the very source of my pleasure, was now tightly wrapped around an ugly penis, providing pleasure for others, filled me with an apocalyptic madness, a madness beyond words.

The woman next to me hadn't returned yet. I just wanted to ask her to bring me paper and a pen so I could write down the words "Stop them"... But then, my wife and that idiot man returned to where they started. As they stood still, my wife suddenly raised her head, her mouth slightly open, seemingly struggling to breathe. Her eyes began to glaze over, and her jaw clenched... Oh no, I knew that expression all too well—it was the symptom of my wife's orgasm! She was just desperately trying to control herself, preventing herself from looking so pathetic.

Damn it, God has no asshole! My wife actually reached a shameful orgasm under these circumstances! I've tried countless times to force her to reach the peak of sex during penetration, but I've never succeeded. And today, she completely collapsed in front of a stranger's penis... I didn't intend to blame my wife. I understand that physiology and willpower are not connected; physiology is often beyond our control.

My wife wasn't some legendary virtuous woman; she was just an ordinary person, slightly prettier than average. Even a slight change in environment would arouse her intensely. Today's novel and unusual stimulation was something not everyone could resist. Humans inherently possess many primal, animalistic desires, and sexual indulgence is one of them. It's only with a certain level of civilization that we've learned to suppress them. This has nothing to do with nature or morality.

My wife's situation probably falls into this category. In front of everyone, a stranger's penis was secretly inserted into her vagina, and the surge of physical desire was completely uncontrollable.

Actually, men are the same. Having sex with another man's wife is already enough to drive them crazy, let alone in front of everyone, especially someone else's bride… My wife's climax had just ended when that woman brought over paper and pen. I sighed inwardly, what was the point of all this?! To have my bride taken right in front of me—what a humiliation! They went much faster on the third lap, even skipping the step of taking a step and then thrusting. I believed that shameless, filthy bastard Qiang had already ejaculated inside my wife's vagina; otherwise, he wouldn't have let it go so easily. Much later, this suspicion was confirmed. Midway through my wife's orgasm, Qiang began to ejaculate his sinful bullets into her body... Not only had my bride been violated by Qiang, but she had also been thoroughly penetrated. Who could bear to see their bride return to their bed with someone else's semen inside her?! I must take revenge, a furious revenge!! This thought kept swirling uncontrollably in my mind.

After the lights were turned off, my wife returned to bed, her head buried, not daring to look at me. She trembled slightly beside me. Actually, I didn't dare look at her either, because of my own powerlessness and helplessness. I couldn't even protect my own wife; what kind of man was I?! Only the word "revenge" remained in my mind; I couldn't care less about anything else.

The festivities in the bridal chamber were over, and everyone scattered like birds. It was a humiliating wedding night I would never forget. Everyone else's bridal chambers were filled with warmth and passion, but mine was nothing but shame. My

wife lay beside me, taking a long time to calm down. I couldn't comfort her because I was still speechless, and besides, I couldn't find any words to comfort her. I couldn't just say, "It's okay, it's nothing serious!"

So, I could only use my still-movable hand to laboriously move over and grasp her hand. My wife, understanding my urges, nestled into my arms. I thought she would cry, but she didn't; only two clear tears dripped onto my arm.

Perhaps it was because of the commotion, or perhaps it was the alcohol, but my wife didn't say a word, yet I soon heard her breathing. This confirmed that she had indeed reached orgasm. She always had a habit of falling fast asleep immediately after an orgasm, drifting off to sleep incredibly quickly after a satisfying experience.

But I couldn't sleep. My mind was filled with images of my wife's bare, white buttocks being penetrated by another man, and with thoughts of utter revenge and destruction.

While she slept, my hand moved slowly and laboriously to her vagina. It wasn't messy, and I was even a little surprised. But after parting her labia, my fingers were covered in a lubricant. My last remaining illusion shattered. This was clearly a vagina that had just been fucked and filled with semen. The fluid wasn't vaginal discharge; it was the liquid from another man's intense pleasure… My head spun again. Reality always cruelly shatters your pitiful fantasies. My bride's body was filled with another man's semen, and my new bed was still smeared with the filth of another man's pleasure… Utter disgrace! Utter disgrace! Revenge! Revenge!! I will take revenge!!

In my hometown, there's a custom of "pressing the bed" on the wedding night. It's said that things rarely go smoothly on the wedding night. Apparently, in the past, two unmarried young men had to sleep with the bride and groom, with the bride sleeping at one end of the bed and the groom at the other. The groom couldn't get angry while the bride and groom joked around… This rule is so perverted! It's inhuman! Adult, unmarried young men—damn, aren't they all like wolves in sheep's clothing? The probability of something going wrong is just too high. Fortunately, it's been improved now. Any man will do, so it's mostly young boys now, and there's no limit to the number—as long as they sleep at one end of the bed with the bride.

My wedding night was spent with a little boy by my side. I only brought him over after he fell asleep, and he even had a separate blanket. In the past, having sex with my bride wouldn't have been difficult, as long as it wasn't too noisy. But tonight, I had no interest... I don't know why, but the thought of my wife's vagina having just been penetrated and ejaculated by another penis filled me with not only sadness but also an indescribable resistance. I can't explain what kind of psychology this was. Although it wasn't my wife's fault, deep down, the image of her vagina tightly holding another man's penis and reaching orgasm gave me a natural sense of disgust, even jealousy, even though it wasn't her fault... I thought about all sorts of things for a long time, and then drowsiness came over me. In my blurry vision, the little boy next to my wife woke up. He probably didn't see his mother and started crying. Then someone came in and took the little boy away. Exhaustion, alcohol, and humiliation had left me physically and mentally exhausted. I didn't open my eyes, nor could I.

I was startled awake by my wife. She likes to sleep with her head on my arm, it's her habit. She also likes to curl up like a shrimp, that's another of her habits. In my drowsy state, I heard her calling "husband, husband" in my ear, and I woke up with difficulty. My wife was indeed murmuring in my ear: "Husband, stop it, I'm so sleepy..." Damn it, I wasn't bothering her at all. Then I definitely felt my wife's body moving back and forth slightly, which immediately scared me awake: Oh no, my wife is being fucked again... The lights outside the shed were off, and the room was dark. I pushed with all my might, and then a dark figure rolled off the bed with a thud and rushed out the door. I frantically searched for my clothes, which had been thrown everywhere during the wedding night games. It took me a long time. When I finally rushed out, apart from a few rays of light shining down from upstairs and the sound of mahjong tiles clattering from the small room upstairs, there was no ghost in sight... I returned to the bridal chamber in frustration. What an evil hometown! There are so many perverts staring at other people's brides! Damn it, at my wedding, my wife was fucked twice for free! I suddenly felt an inexplicable disgust for this place that gave me birth and raised me. When I got back, my wife woke up with a start, her eyes glazed over, asking what happened, if she had fallen. I could only tell her to go back to sleep while I got up to get some water… Suddenly, I found myself slowly returning to normal. Not only could I move, but I could even speak again, although my limbs ached and I was still weak, and my throat was hoarse and very sore… I stripped naked and went back to bed, turning

my wife over. She whimpered and started to drift off again; she was probably just too tired… I hugged her from behind, letting her buttocks nestle between my legs: I'll see who dares to mess with her this time! I couldn't sleep again. My own bride had been penetrated by two dicks in one night! This was too absurd! And one of them was even ejaculating deep inside her!

My heart turned ice-cold. I tried desperately to figure out who the dark figure might have been, but it was pitch black and I couldn't make out anything. It was too difficult to judge. The most likely suspect was the child's father, but then I thought that was too far-fetched. He had collateral relatives, after all. And what kind of people wouldn't be in this twisted mountain village? I still couldn't rule him out. Actually, thinking about it carefully, apart from my grandfather and my wife, it seemed like no one else was reliable. Anyone could have a way to wake the child up, through the window or some other unexpected way, and then sneak in... I couldn't even rule out that idiot Qiang who had already had his way with my wife. He'd had his fill, and with such a wonderful woman, it was hard to guarantee he wouldn't be tempted again... During the wedding, people would come and go, and the doors would be wide open. My parents slept upstairs. Downstairs used to be a storage area, but this time, a room was specially set aside for my wedding. And the key to my house was always left in the keyhole. Thinking of this, I had another jolt. I quickly got up, pulled out the key, and locked the door from the inside.

We were such a failure. We were only thinking about how to avoid being exposed and how to minimize groping, unaware that the men were already lustful beasts, and in the end, even our own wives were involved. I increasingly felt that my wife and I had fallen into a trap. If that was the case, then our resistance was basically futile. This thought startled me. It seemed like I was making excuses for my incompetence. No, absolutely not! I must get revenge, I must get revenge!!

My wife was still fast asleep in my arms, as serene as a fairy. How tragic it was that my sacred fairy had been defiled twice on our wedding night. My thoughts shamelessly turned filthy. I thought about how that bastard sneaked into the bridal chamber, how he tested my wife and me, and then secretly lay down next to her. Her arched sleeping position provided him with endless convenience. With her buttocks sticking up and her vagina completely exposed, the bastard didn't even need to adjust. He just needed to pull out his penis and it was done... And since her vagina had just been filled with semen, there was no need to worry about lubrication. He could penetrate all the way in.

As I thought about it, I shamefully became aroused. On our wedding night, my bride had been used twice by someone else, while I hadn't even had a chance to taste her. How could that be?! So I straightened my already hard penis and slowly inserted it... My wife's hole was incredibly slippery, and I reached the bottom effortlessly. However, the tightness was less pronounced. It takes time for a vagina to return to normal after an orgasm, especially one that had already climaxed and ejaculated.

I gently thrust in and out a couple of times, and a large puddle of sticky fluid gushed out of my wife's hole, making a mess of my crotch. I had to grab a tissue from the bedside table to wipe it clean. I did this a few times, wiping with a tissue each time, until it was no longer sticky after four or five times. Damn, this amount, plus some that came out during that idiot's thrusting from behind, that idiot Qiang ejaculated way too much! He absolutely had to empty the stock in both of his scrotums completely… It's no wonder, considering the bride, adultery, promiscuity, big breasts, tight vagina, plus that agonizing, intense contraction during his wife's orgasm—all these factors combined made it hard not to ejaculate a lot; he probably ejaculated nearly 20 times before stopping… That idiot really hit the jackpot this time.

Did he ejaculate inside his wife the next time she was penetrated? Was there enough for both of them inside her? Ejaculating so much is indeed a bit unbelievable. Thinking about it, it probably hadn't come to that point yet. If he had already ejaculated, I probably wouldn't have noticed. It's just that this pervert was too impatient and his movements were a bit too rough. My wife is the kind of person who's completely undisturbed once she's asleep. If that idiot had calmed down and gently thrust in and out of her vagina, he might have actually succeeded in ejaculating inside her… With my wife's tight vagina, I reckon the pervert wouldn't have been thrusting in and out for very long, maybe only a minute or two. I have a lot of confidence in my wife's vagina; most people definitely couldn't last more than 5 minutes, let alone the first time with her… While gently thrusting in and out of my wife's vagina, afraid of waking her, these forbidden thrills churned in my mind, and my penis became as hard as iron. Does every man have a cuckoldry complex? It's just that most of the time it's just fantasizing in their minds. The saying "the more forbidden, the more exciting" really makes sense.

After I wiped my wife's vagina repeatedly, it basically returned to its usual tightness. It seems that this tightness has little to do with whether my wife has reached orgasm, but a lot to do with whether she has been penetrated... My mind was filled with perversion, and I even silently chanted to my wife's vagina: Remember this, this cock is legal, all others are illegal. From now on, you are only allowed to swallow legal cocks. If you encounter a wild cock, shut your mouth and don't open it... In this perverted and ridiculous state of mind, I thrust deep inside my wife and ejaculated. Perhaps due to the effects of alcohol and fatigue, the ejaculation was not strong, only throbbing four or five times before it was over.

The ejaculation still aroused my wife, and she groaned several times in a daze. This is one of my wife's characteristics; she groans when she is penetrated, but only groans when she orgasms on her own, and it is completely subconscious. Perhaps everyone has many unknown habits and subconscious thoughts, but often they are not aware of them.

After finishing, I gently nudged my wife, who was still fast asleep. I pulled out a few tissues and stuffed them into her genitals, preparing to go to sleep. But as soon as I closed my eyes, I felt uneasy and took the tissues out. I didn't want my wife to know I'd slept with her tonight. If she knew, she might understand that I knew everything that had happened to her, which wouldn't be good for our future. I couldn't let this incident erase our past affection or lead to divorce, especially since it wasn't her fault. In a marriage, sometimes a little ignorance is bliss.

However, the tissues from my hometown were really poor quality; after I took them out, a lot of tissues were stuck to my wife's genitals. I spent a long time cleaning them using the dim light of my phone, afraid of waking her. Finally, I stuffed all the tissues under the bed.

Exhausted and filled with cruel shame, I quickly drifted off to sleep.

My wife and I's wedding night ended just like that. She was exposed countless times and penetrated three times. Tragically, only one of those penetrations was legal; the other two were by other men. Even more tragically, her first sexual encounter on our wedding night wasn't with her husband, but with another man. And even more tragically, she actually reached orgasm along with the other man while he was penetrating her—a privilege I, her husband, couldn't even provide, though I really wanted to… Perhaps this was her luck; after all, she experienced what was probably the most exciting and lewd moment of her life. Humans are only slightly more rational than animals, but animalistic instincts always remain. For me, it was the most painful and shameful tragedy of my life… Years later, my wife still complained that I hadn't protected her properly that night. The truth is, I was truly powerless. I always suspected there was something wrong with the water, but I had no proof. I've never had a history of drinking to the point of complete weakness, nor have I ever experienced temporary aphasia. If those idiots really came prepared, it was truly tragic… The next day, I woke up late in the morning. Only my wife and I were in bed. After a good night's sleep, I felt much stronger. My wife was already awake, still nestled in my arms, still naked. Seeing me awake, she smiled at me: "You're awake?" My throat was burning, so I could only point to my mouth and nod with a smile. My wife's smile was extremely forced; she didn't even dare to look me in the eye. I knew she was still troubled by what happened last night. In this situation, it wasn't time for me to be troubled too. What makes a man a man isn't just physical strength, but how to forgive and resolve things, if he still loves her.

I held my wife tightly, kissed her, and squeezed out in a hoarse voice, "Wife, happy wedding, I love you..." Sweet words are the most effective weapon against women, and my wife's face lit up with a smile. She pressed herself against my chest, repeatedly saying, "Husband, husband..." At the same time, she lifted her thighs onto me, moving her hips in a lovemaking motion. This was also her habit; she would do this when she got excited. In the past, when she woke up in the morning, if she got excited, she would always use this method to entangle me, returning the essence that had been ejaculated inside her the night before to my body... I took the opportunity to hold her buttocks, my fingers tracing the entrance, and asked her if she wanted to. My wife nodded contradictorily, then immediately shook her head, saying there were too many people, and it wouldn't be good tonight. Actually, I didn't intend to have sex with her. Firstly, I've never been interested in morning sex, and secondly, I was just too tired. I only said this because I was afraid she would overthink it. It would be too abnormal if she didn't even make this request on our wedding night! She didn't want to, and I didn't force her, but I still wouldn't let it go: "You won't even let me do it on our wedding night? You're so stingy!"

My wife giggled and said, "My lecherous husband, there are too many people outside..." It was indeed bustling with noise outside; lunch had already begun. That's the custom in our hometown—the banquet lasts at least two days, and guests

only start heading home on the third day. I held her and lay down for a while longer, then suddenly felt something was missing. Thinking carefully, I realized there wasn't any sticky paste on my stomach today, even though I'd ejaculated a lot inside last night. It seemed my wife had already gotten up and cleaned herself. I put my fingers inside her again, feeling around for a while; she had indeed cleaned herself thoroughly.

My wife was still afraid I knew everything. If she hadn't been so exhausted from last night's activities, she would have cleaned herself long ago. Plus, I've been feeling weak all over; she's probably guessing I didn't touch her at all last night... My wife was actually clinging to a sliver of hope, but she didn't know I knew everything clearly.

My wife said she wanted to go to the hospital to get me some medicine for my throat, and that her head was spinning, so she wanted to see a doctor while she was there. I offered to go with her, but my wife firmly refused, saying I had only just recovered and needed to rest. She added with a lecherous glint in her eye that there was still the evening ahead… I had no choice but to give up.

After getting up, my wife wanted to go to town with her mother. The journey was too far, so I objected, suggesting I find someone to take her there on a motorcycle. She knew it was indeed a long way, requiring half a day's walk and then a bus ride. After much thought, she nodded in agreement.

But deciding who to take her there started to give me trouble. Last night's events had made me distrust almost everyone; if anything went wrong, I really wouldn't want to live anymore. After much deliberation, I decided my younger cousin was the safest option. He's my aunt's son; firstly, he's young, only 17, and secondly, he's well-mannered and knowledgeable. Unfortunately, he doesn't like studying and dropped out of school early—a contradictory statement, but it's true. Plus, I've always liked him very much, bringing him lots of things every time I go home. I figured he wouldn't have any improper thoughts about my sister-in-law, and besides, he's rather thin and small; if things got serious, my wife wouldn't be completely defenseless.

I'm finding my thoughts becoming increasingly wicked and absurd.

My aunt yelled from downstairs, and my little cousin came running up, two mahjong tiles still in his hand. I was speechless. I'd tried so many times to persuade him not to gamble, but he wouldn't listen. I couldn't blame him; that's the atmosphere there, and with so much free time in the countryside, where else could he be but at the mahjong table? I gave him my task, and then inexplicably added, "Take good care of your sister-in-law on the way, don't leave her side for a second!"

I regretted it immediately. Taking good care of her is one thing, but "don't leave her side for a second"? My little cousin readily threw the mahjong tiles upstairs, yelled that he was done playing, and went to get his motorcycle. My wife came out, changed into jeans. I gave a bitter smile. If she had worn these clothes last night, the outcome might have been different. I still refused to admit that it was all premeditated; perhaps my wife's attire was too sexy and attracted a pack of wolves.

I wonder if my wife, who naturally loves dresses, will develop a psychological aversion to them after this. A bitter smile crept across my face.

My wife left, and I went to the side of the house. My mother and mother-in-law were washing clothes and chatting. I was stunned; these two people, who couldn't understand each other's languages, were actually gesturing and chatting animatedly. Of course, they couldn't possibly not understand each other at all; they were both speaking Mandarin, just with regional accents. When my mother saw me, she kept complaining, "You couldn't drink, yet you insisted on drinking! Look at the state you've become!" I awkwardly said, "I had no choice." My mother was still indignant: "No matter how much you force me, I won't open my mouth. Are you going to force me to drink? Would not drinking have prevented last night's tragedy?" I really didn't know.

Suddenly, I asked my mother, "Who is that guy named Qiangzi? I don't remember him at all." The elders actually didn't know about the final scene of the wedding night festivities; they had left early. That was the young people's domain. The elders' presence would have been in the way. Perhaps that's the cleverness of vulgarity.

My mother told me that Qiangzi was a distant relative of mine, and if I were to be precise, I should call him uncle… My head spun again. Holy crap, the uncle slept with his niece-in-law and even ejaculated deep inside her! Incest, that terrifying word immediately jumped into my mind. Holy crap! What kind of bastard is this… My mother then said that he wasn't really related to us, but after his grandfather's wife died, he married his cousin. This cousin was quite close to my grandfather, so according to her generation, I should call him uncle. According to his grandfather's generation, we were of the same generation. My grandfather moved here a long time ago, and because it was too far, we didn't keep in touch much, so I didn't know him. He moved here a couple of years ago, and it was my grandfather who arranged it. After they came over, they called my dad "uncle," so you don't need to call him "uncle" anymore... My mind was a mess. The word "incest" kept popping up, lingering and challenging my already fragile nerves. My mother rambled on for a long time, but in the end, she couldn't even explain herself clearly anymore. She said, "Go ask your dad. His whole family is a mess..." In the end, she warned me not to mess with him, saying he was cunning and involved in petty theft... I secretly thought to myself, "Damn it, that idiot's not just petty theft, he stole your new wife!"

I sat with my parents for a while, not daring to talk to them. My throat was still sore and painful, even speaking a single sentence was difficult. Suddenly, my mother asked if we needed anything washed, saying she would wash it with us... A thought struck me. I went back to the new room and found that my wife had changed all the sheets and blankets. I searched for a long time before finally finding them in a corner of the wardrobe. It was obviously something my wife had done intentionally.

Unfolding the crumpled sheet my wife had laid out, my heart pounded. When I saw the dark patches on the sheet, distinctly different from the surrounding liquid, my hands trembled uncontrollably. This could be my own, or the fluids of those two idiots, or even a mixture of all three! The only commonality was that all of this fluid had been injected into my wife's body through the same act, using the same part of her body, mixing deep within her vagina, and finally, after being unable to hold her alluring vulva, flowing onto the sheet… The sheet made me feel even more uncomfortable and ashamed. There were also irregular dark patches along the edge of the sheet, wider at one end than the other, clearly indicating that these had dripped there. A sudden image flashed through my mind: that idiot's penis, deep inside my wife's vagina, ejaculating repeatedly, slowly softening until her vagina could no longer hold it, slipping out at the entrance, his semen gushing out and dripping onto the sheet… My beloved wife's vagina was dripping with the fluids of another man who had enjoyed such pleasure! What utter depravity and disgust! I couldn't control myself for a moment, grabbing the sheets and tearing them frantically, tears streaming down my face… After calming down, I realized how childish my actions had been. What good did this do besides venting my frustration?! I needed to calm down and think of a solution. So I wiped away my tears, resolutely picked up the sheets and blankets, went to the side of the room, and threw them into my mother's laundry tub. I

lazily lay back on the bed. My bride, my new room, my new bed, and my new sheets and blankets—all defiled by this bastard! My mind was filled with thoughts of revenge. I had considered reporting it to the police, but thinking of my wife's pristine appearance and my mother's gray hair, I couldn't muster the courage. If I reported it, that bastard Qiangzi might be punished, but I couldn't predict what would happen to my wife. She always acted so aloof and proud in front of others—to put it bluntly, she was extremely vain. What kind of grievance and helplessness would she feel facing everyone's gaze? I wasn't entirely sure I understood her. We'd only been together for less than a year, still in our honeymoon phase. Aside from my improved skills in bed, my understanding of her was practically nonexistent. If something went wrong because of this, I might never forgive myself. From the beginning, I considered her the woman who would accompany me through this lonely life; I never thought of losing her… I love her, so much… Actually, after discovering the details she was deliberately concealing, I had already given up on reporting it to the police. Otherwise, I wouldn't have so easily destroyed the evidence. In a way, vain women are pathetic, and my wife is no exception. But no matter what, I wanted revenge. The desire for revenge swelled intensely in my mind, occupying my entire being. But before I could come up with a plan, I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, it was almost dusk. I got up and started looking for my wife. She was already back, sitting quietly alone in the back of the house, staring blankly at the sunset. My heart sank. She hadn't yet recovered from her chaotic thoughts. If only she were still like that. Actually, what I was most worried about was that she might become obsessed with the unbearable pleasure that SB Qiang's penis brought her. The thought was shameless, but it truly reflected my inner thoughts.

I went over and put my arm around my wife's shoulder. She was startled, but when she realized it was me, she smiled brightly and rested her head on my waist.

After another nap, my strength had returned considerably, and I could speak more fluently, although my throat still hurt terribly. I asked her when she came back. My wife said she had come back a long time ago and didn't wake me when she saw me sleeping so soundly. I asked her what the doctor had said. My wife said it was nothing serious, probably just from being too tired and drinking alcohol. She said I would be fine after a few days of rest and prescribed some medicine... After saying that, my wife got up and went inside to get me some medicine for my throat.

After taking my medicine, I pulled up a chair and sat next to my wife. She pointed to the hanging bed sheet and asked, "Did you wash this?"

I knew what she was worried about, so I deliberately countered, "When have I ever been this diligent?" Haha. My wife nodded vigorously,

"Yes, yes." I told her I found it in the closet and washed it; it's only been one night, it's not dirty, why did you change it?

My wife said "Oh," and then said insincerely, "So many people sat on it last night, isn't it dirty? I was thinking of washing it myself when I got back."

Then we both fell silent. I struggled internally for a long time, wondering whether I should bring up last night's topic. Finally, I decided to speak up, so I awkwardly asked her, "Why do you seem unhappy?"

My wife forced a lighthearted smile: "No way, I'm so happy..." I flattered her: "I'm only happy when my wife is happy. If my wife isn't happy, I'm definitely not happy..." My wife was very pleased and laughed happily: "I think you only have one mouth, hehe." I continued: "Actually, last night's wedding night pranks..." As soon as she heard the words "wedding night pranks," my wife's face turned bright red, and her expression became complicated. I glanced at her and didn't dare to look at her again, afraid that staring at her would make her even more uncomfortable.

I pretended to be casual and continued, "Don't take it to heart. It's just that we have this kind of tacky custom. It's like a wedding isn't complete without teasing the bride. I told you before, but you didn't believe me. Now you believe me, right? I didn't want to come back and do this because I was afraid you wouldn't be able to accept it, haha..." I glanced at my wife's complicated and somewhat embarrassed expression, and suddenly leaned close to her ear and said, "You've already done very well. I've heard that some weddings even strip the bride and groom completely naked. You've only been exposed a little, it's really okay. I love you, that's enough..." Hearing this, my wife's expression clearly relaxed. She pouted and leaned closer to me. I cupped her face and kissed her hard, but I could clearly see two tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.

This scene was witnessed by my aunt, who had just finished washing the vegetables. My aunt, always so carefree, immediately started teasing, "Oh my, oh my, the bride isn't shy at all after just getting married..." My wife blushed deeply and spat at my aunt, "We've been married for a long time, okay?" After saying that, she left me and went inside with my aunt.

I hope my wife can truly be free this time. My only goal was to convince her that I knew nothing about what happened last night. Men often have to swallow their pride and bear the pain. I've never considered rationality a virtue, because being rational means bearing a lot of inexplicable burdens, but lacking rationality is also a disaster. It's a man's duty to protect his woman, and the ideal standard for this protection is to nip the problem in the bud. If things are already a fait accompli, then anger and agonizing over it will hurt not only your woman but also many other people… I'm not a good man, because no matter how thorough my thinking, I still couldn't protect my woman. I watched helplessly as a penis pierced my wife's most private and tender flower. Although there were many objective factors involved, these are not excuses! This is what troubles me the most.

I sat in the back of the house for a while, lost in thought, then went upstairs to watch them play mahjong. My younger cousin was there too. A thought struck me, and I asked which hospital my wife had gone to. He said she hadn't gone to the hospital, just bought some medicine at the pharmacy and came back.

His words basically confirmed my suspicions: my wife's doctor's visit was a pretense; she really wanted to buy emergency contraception. My wife had never taken birth control pills before; she said they made her gain weight. After I once used a condom and casually remarked that I didn't feel anything with it, she rarely let me use condoms anymore. We used the safe period plus withdrawal, only occasionally using condoms during her fertile period. Fortunately, her periods were regular, and there hadn't been any problems.

This wedding was held during her absolutely safe period; her period had just ended two days before we got home. I had hoped to take advantage of the atmosphere and have some fun, but this idiot beat me to it.

My wife specifically went to buy emergency contraception, which put my mind at ease. At least it proved she wasn't at the point of wanting someone else's penis to give her orgasms, but rather filled with unease, guilt, and disgust about this ejaculation.

After watching some mahjong, which got boring, I went downstairs and into the new room. My wife was lying on the bed flipping through a boring magazine, her buttocks sticking out high under her jeans. Damn, this woman, no matter what position she's in, makes me want to fuck her. I pounced on her and pinned her down on the bed. My wife quickly pushed me away: "I hate you, there are so many people here..." I chuckled and didn't let go, pressing my hips against her buttocks and thrusting like I was fucking her several times before finally releasing her. My wife was panting heavily and whispered: "I hate you, you didn't even close the door, go close it, go close it..." I laughed and let her go, got up to close the door, and when I got to the door, I was shocked to find that that idiot Qiangzi was already sitting in the main room. Damn, when I came back, there was no one in the room, but now there are several more. Did that idiot see me thrusting my wife's buttocks again... What a small world!

Enemies meeting are bound to be furious. I glared at him fiercely a few times. That idiot Qiang noticed me looking at him and gave me a smile. I smiled awkwardly, closed the door, and thought, "How dare this bastard come here to freeload? Not only does he eat my food and drink my drinks, but he even slept with my wife! He's got the nerve next door!"

My wife was puzzled by my sudden mood swings after I closed the door. I really wanted to act like nothing was wrong in front of her, but emotions are so hard to control. My mind was completely devoid of any tenderness; it was filled with anger and the flames of revenge. My wife, of course, had no idea what had happened. She put down her book and, ingratiatingly, reached into my pants, rubbing my penis and testicles. While doing so, she whispered in my ear, "Are you impotent? Hehe..." My penis, which used to get hard with just a touch of her hand, was indeed a far cry from its usual performance, only half-erect. How could I accept being told I was impotent by a woman? I rolled over and pinned my wife down again: "You little slut, how dare you say your husband's no good? Now I'll show you if he's any good..." As I spoke, I started tearing at her clothes. My wife hurriedly begged for mercy: "No, no, there are people outside, please, please, tonight..." Although my house was a two-story building, much better soundproofed than my aunt's tiled house, it still wasn't a truly comfortable environment for sex, with people coming and going. So I let her go, rolled over onto the bed, and pointed to my proudly erect crotch, saying: "Look, where's it no good?!"

My wife giggled and pounced on me, pulling out my penis and gently stroking it. I pressed her head down, and she obediently opened her mouth and began to suckle. I wasn't idle either; I reached into her chest and played with her large breasts, a wave of emotion washing over me: "No matter what, this territory hasn't been lost yet." Unfortunately, we managed to hold onto the secondary peaks, but the most important territory was completely lost… My wife hesitated for a moment, then playfully patted my penis and said, “Bird, how about I let you into the nest again tonight? Now hurry up and go soft, be good…” My wife is very charming when she lets loose. We cuddled for a while, guessing the banquet would start soon, so we got up to tidy our clothes. I suddenly asked, “Did you bring your evening dress?” My wife said, “Yes.” I said in an unquestionable tone, “Wear it out!” My wife turned to look at me in surprise, asking incredulously, “What?! Didn’t you say you wouldn’t let me wear it?” I smiled, “Today is different, no one’s making a fuss…” A hint of surprise flashed across my wife’s face, then disappeared in an instant. She said that this wasn’t a good idea, but she started walking towards the suitcase she had brought back… I chuckled inwardly; women are always so contradictory. I've never understood why my wife dares to wear anything. Her wardrobe is all about sexiness, lacking any sense of composure. Most of her underwear is thongs; she only wears proper briefs during her period because thongs can't cover sanitary napkins. Once, I hugged her, pulled on her panties, and they were stuck in the seam. I teased her, "Is this comfortable?" She answered decisively, "No!" I said, "Then why do you wear it every day?" She tilted her head, "I wear it for you to see, not for other people to see!" I thought about it, and she actually made sense. Then I thought, wait a minute, I go to work and come home, why would I wear it for me? Following up on her words, I continued teasing, "Actually, I prefer you not wearing anything at all, haha." Then, of course, we'd strip naked, and another fierce battle ensued.

When we go shopping together, she always laughs at the clothes I like, calling them old-fashioned. I'm speechless. Does showing more skin make you modern?! Whenever this happened, I would compliment her: "A pretty person looks good in anything." My wife would say, "I'm not pretty." I would immediately reply, "Damn, then there's even less of a need. If you're not pretty, nothing you wear will help..." After several encounters in the wild, I vaguely sensed an exhibitionist tendency in my wife's bones. I once confided this worry to a woman online, and she was quite open-minded: "You only dare to show off if you have the assets. Look at me, how could I dare to show off?!

Showing off would scare people to death." Although I felt a little depressed, I was still pleased to hear this, and my vanity was greatly satisfied. After all, a beautiful and sexy woman is every man's dream. Isn't there often the saying, "To have her for one night, I would die without regrets," or "Eight times in one night, I would die with honor"? If having her for one night is enough to die without regrets, then I can be immersed in her gentle embrace for a long time—how lucky I am! It's just that a short lifespan is inevitable. I once joked with my wife: "Marrying a woman like you will shorten my lifespan by several years." My wife pouted, exceptionally proud: "Anyone who marries me will have a short lifespan." My wife's words weren't an exaggeration. The moment she sticks out her buttocks, I feel an overwhelming urge to penetrate her and release my pent-up desire. Especially since she's my own woman. With other women, I only fantasize, but with my own, I just pounce on her on impulse… So I call her the "sperm-draining little vixen," or more accurately, the "sperm-extracting little vixen." Every time, I ejaculate thoroughly inside her; that feeling of being completely drained is truly the greatest pleasure in life.

The inner frustration is probably due to my own male chauvinism. I always feel like I'm missing out if others see even a little more of my wife's curves. Of course, I'm not so perverted as to go to great lengths to stop her; sometimes I even feel proud of it. It's just that I'm not used to the burning, even hungry, gazes of men when we're out together, while my wife seems to enjoy it quite a bit.

Tonight, I don't know what my purpose was, but it was more about showing off, or even a kind of provocation to that idiot: My wife not only has a great vagina, but her bust is also perfect. You idiot only enjoyed her tight vagina, while I can enjoy both tightness and big breasts... What a perverted thought. My private hole was penetrated and filled with his penis, and I can still find comfort in this way... Suddenly, I realized that this has had a huge impact on me. My mentality has reached its pathological limit. I really don't know if I will break down if this continues. Watching helplessly as my wife was violated, there couldn't be more agonizing than this. I even maliciously wanted her to be even sexier, so those lecherous bastards in the village could see but not touch, and then go home and masturbate until they died... Lost in these wild thoughts, my wife had already changed and was twirling around asking me if she looked pretty. She did look beautiful in that outfit; a third of her breasts were exposed. The silk material was incredibly smooth and not see-through, but with every step, the curves of her body were on full display, especially her buttocks. When she was standing still, it was fine, but as soon as she took a step, the outline of her buttocks became apparent, and even I got an erection.

We debated for a long time about whether or not to wear a bra. Wearing one would definitely affect the aesthetics, but not wearing one would make it too easy for her to accidentally expose herself. Let the bastards fantasize, not that I wanted them to see her breasts completely naked. Although I had my wife bend over a few times and her breasts didn't fall out, I still told her to wear one, just in case. My wife tried on several bras but wasn't satisfied. Finally, she put on a red one. Color matching is a strange thing; the black dress and red bra together created a striking contrast, immediately drawing attention to her breasts. The bra's design not only revealed half of her breasts but also accentuated her cleavage… Looking at it from left to right, I still thought it was too revealing. My wife, admiring herself in the mirror, said, "It's alright." I still said it was too revealing. My wife, seemingly afraid I wouldn't let her wear it out, hurriedly rummaged through her trunk and pulled out a small, openwork shawl, slipped it on, and jumped in front of me: "Is this okay now…?" I looked, and it really was quite nice. The shawl covered most of her breasts. Sexiness isn't about showing too much; a subtle glimpse is far more alluring.

I smiled and nodded. My wife excitedly pounced on me, hugging my neck and kissing me. Not to be outdone, I held her buttocks tightly, thrusting in and out, even trying to slip my hands inside her bra. My wife gasped and cried out, "Stop it, stop it, you'll mess it up again..." Then she grabbed my crotch, her teasing expression full of allure: "What's the rush? I'll let you have your fill tonight..." Just as we were getting intimate, my mother called us to our seats from outside. I answered, and my wife hurriedly let go, tidied her hair, and pulled me outside. I quickly said, "No rush, no rush, wait a minute." My wife looked at me in surprise. I helplessly pointed to my bulging crotch, which was already quite erect. Upon seeing this, she immediately covered her mouth and burst into laughter, collapsing onto the bed… I've always had a habit of not wearing underwear. I've forgotten when I developed this habit; I guess it was just for fun. After going without underwear for a while, wearing it again became very uncomfortable, so I've remained without it ever since. I remember the first time my wife reached into my pants to touch my penis. She immediately jumped back as if she'd been electrocuted, exclaiming in horror, “

You…you…you don’t wear underwear?” It was as if not wearing underwear was a heinous crime.

After laughing for a while, my wife jumped up again, squatted down in front of me, opened my pants, and gently stroked my penis. This time, it was my turn to say, “Stop it, stop it! How will it go soft like this? We won’t be able to go out!” My wife playfully pouted, "I won't let it go soft, I won't let it go soft..." She fussed for a while before letting go, but my penis remained rock hard. I was exasperated; my little brother was being so disobedient today. What was even more infuriating was that my mind was filled with images of my wife's alluring body, refusing to leave, making it impossible

for my penis to soften. My wife seemed to be losing patience too: "Why aren't you going down yet?" Youth has its advantages and disadvantages; it's hard to control one's erection. Suddenly, I jokingly pushed my penis back against my buttocks, clamped my legs together, stretched out my hands, and said to my wife, "See, is it okay now?" My wife laughed so hard she fell onto the bed again. Finally, she got up, put her small hands behind my buttocks, and gently rubbed my glans and testicles, whispering in my ear, "Honey, you're so creative! It's so satisfying!" I loosened my legs, and my penis sprang forward again, still erect. My wife sighed softly, "What should I do?"

I told my wife I had a way to make it go soft. She asked what it was, and I whispered in her ear, "Put it inside your hole, and it'll go soft in a bit..." My wife laughed and called me a perverted husband before jumping away... This really wasn't working. Since standing wasn't an option, I sat on the sofa and waited a while. Finally, my little brother lowered its proud head, and my wife and I went out the door hand in

hand. The guests in the main room were already seated, waiting for the two of us. It was the second night of the wedding banquet, and there weren't many guests left. There were only six tables set up—three inside and three outside. As soon as we came out, the previously noisy scene fell silent. Pairs of eyes were fixed on us, pretending to be on me, but really on the charming bride beside me. However, I felt their gazes were mostly peaceful, lacking the fiery and hungry look of the previous night. No wonder, since most of those who stayed were nearby villagers and blood relatives. I suddenly realized how ridiculous my previous absurd thoughts were.

I bowed slightly, a little embarrassed, and said, "I'm sorry to have kept everyone waiting." Then I turned to my parents and said, "Mom and Dad, let's begin." My voice was still hoarse, but there was no noise, and everyone could hear me clearly. My wife stood beside me with her head down, looking shy, almost like a bride. I took her arm and led her to my parents, saying, "Mom and Dad, you've worked so hard." I then invited them to the empty seats reserved for my wife and me. I then led my wife to my mother-in-law and said, "Mom, it's my fault for not controlling my drinking these past few days. I haven't taken good care of you. I'm sorry." My mother-in-law wiped away tears, and my wife's eyes were also moist. I then invited the elders to my parents' table, helped my wife to her seat, and only then did I sit down. My parents sat next to me, and my mother-in-law sat next to my wife. Originally, only seats were reserved for my wife and me at that table, but my arrangement forced a rearrangement.

Everyone watched my performance in complete silence. Even the waiters serving the food stopped. Apart from the occasional cry from the children, there was almost no other noise. My performance was a success. Although there were no cheers, their eyes were filled with curiosity and respect. These customs and etiquette weren't part of the wedding traditions; they were all intentional on my part. I hadn't even told my wife, so she was passively pulled around by me throughout the entire process. I don't know what my motivation was, but I just wanted that idiot Qiang to know: even though you secretly slept with my wife once, and even shamelessly planted your seed in her body, you'll never be as good as me... From the moment I left until I sat down, my eyes never left that idiot Qiang. Every time I saw him, I felt a deep-seated hatred. But this idiot really impressed me. Throughout the entire process, he didn't even glance at the sexy bride. His face was expressionless, yet he always had a smile on his face. This incident made me truly understand that cunning people are the most dangerous, while those who wear their emotions on their sleeves are the easiest to deal with, like my wife. My personality is actually quite similar to SB Qiang's. My wife often says I'm cunning and she can't understand what I'm thinking.

After the banquet started, the atmosphere immediately became noisy. There were no toasts or mandatory drinking tasks today, so I was completely free to do as I pleased. I felt much more relaxed, only toasting my parents and mother-in-law with a small glass of beer each. When others came to toast, I just gave a perfunctory verbal response.

Midway through the banquet, SB Qiang suddenly walked over with a glass of wine. My heart suddenly started pounding uncontrollably. I even hated myself. Damn it, what kind of mess is this? SB Qiang, who messed with my bride, is so composed, while I, the victim, am so pathetic! I took a deep breath to calm myself down, stood up, clinked glasses with SB Qiang, and said, "I'm sorry, I can't drink any more. I'll just have a little." SB Qiang didn't say a word, downing a glass of baijiu in one gulp. I said, "Uncle Qiang, you really have a good capacity for alcohol, comparable to Li Longji back in the day..." I was originally subtly mocking SB Qiang for his shamelessness, even sleeping with his own niece-in-law. Whether Emperor Xuanzong of Tang (Li Longji) was a heavy drinker or not, I have no idea, but I do know he slept with his own daughter-in-law!

I originally wanted to mention Li Shimin, but Li Shimin is too famous; perhaps some people know that history. I'm sure these

idiots have never even heard of Li Longji before, and my wife is an educated woman; mentioning Li Shimin might be too sensitive for her. SB Qiang quickly said, "Not at all, just call me Brother Qiang." I was still hoping to get some more out of him, but then I glanced at my wife and noticed her lips twitching slightly—a natural, uncontrollable expression of her extreme discomfort and inner conflict. I suddenly realized my slip of the tongue, not because of Li Longji, but because I had actually called this idiot man "uncle"! This cruelty far exceeded her comprehension—the man who had penetrated her last night until she ejaculated and experienced a humiliating orgasm was actually a man she should call "uncle"! How could such absurdity not cause her to lose control?! A woman is a woman after all; I imagine the word "incest" must have repeatedly crossed my wife's mind, suffocating her. I immediately

deflated. I had originally wanted to gain some verbal advantage and humiliate that idiot, but little did I know that no matter what I did, the one who would be most deeply humiliated was my wife and myself. In this meaningless struggle, even my wife had been used as a pawn. How pathetic. A scholar is truly useless; besides a bit of pedantry, all his passion has been worn away. I hate myself!

That idiot went over and poured a glass of wine, then placed it in front of my wife, saying, "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry about last night, I apologize..." My heart was in my throat, fearing that my wife would explode uncontrollably. Fortunately, my wife seemed to have recovered. She stood up and moved her chair, and then I heard SB Qiang scream in pain. I looked down and saw that my wife had stepped on SB Qiang's instep. Her heels weren't heels at all; they were clearly steel needles! My wife pretended to be panicked and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..." But when she lifted her foot, I clearly saw her heel rotate slightly!

A surge of secret satisfaction welled up inside me. "Wife, you're such a good actress!" I thought. "Is this some kind of 'you fuck me once, I fuck you once' cycle?!" But wait, what's that all about? The place my wife was penetrated in was her most tender and private area… That idiot Qiang really suffered this time, grimacing and panting, spilling his wine. Everyone burst into laughter. Actually, although my wife's performance was convincing, everyone could see it was her revenge for the humiliation she received from that idiot Qiang last night. Perhaps everyone thought it was reaping what she sowed, a tit-for-tat. While I can't be sure if everyone was unaware that my wife had been penetrated, most probably weren't. First, that idiot Qiang's performance was flawless. Second, even I, the most anxious and concerned about my wife being penetrated, only guessed a thing or two from her eyes and expressions. I know my wife better than they do; even I only confirmed it after touching her vagina, let alone the others.

My mother quickly moved a chair over for SB Qiang to sit on. His shoes weren't broken, but when she took them off, she saw a large patch of skin had come off between his toes. My mother, somewhat incredulous, took off my wife's shoes, turned them over, and held them up, her mouth agape: "My God, what kind of shoes are these…!" I even suspected it was a charade between my wife and my mother!

Could it be that my mother already knew about my wife being raped? My heart tightened, and I immediately cursed myself for being paranoid.

Apparently, this injury tormented SB Qiang for quite some time. The countryside isn't like the city; there's no need for disinfection or anti-inflammatory treatment. Since the bleeding was minimal, it was just bandaged up. But my wedding is in late spring/early summer, the busy season for planting.

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