My wife Qiu Xiaoqian (1-5)

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My Wife Qiu Xiaoqian
Word Count: 5500
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I want to combine the stories of the despicable Indonesian workers 1, 2, and 3 as a prequel to my wife Qiu Xiaoqian's tale to help everyone understand
the story.
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(I)
Since the Indonesian maid incident, my wife and I haven't hired a maid again. My wife feels very guilty about it. Although I've comforted her many times, perhaps the hurt was too deep. We haven't had sex since that group sex incident.
You might not believe that a 30-year-old man like me could possibly not want it? Right? But since that incident, my business hasn't been good either. Government policies have hit the property market, and as a salesperson, how can I get any business? I work incredibly hard but don't earn a penny.
Several close friends have told me to change careers, but you have to understand that we property sellers are opportunists. I keep trying to believe that a big deal will come my way.
With the baby just born, business pressure, and my wife's poor mental state, how could I possibly think about romance? Although sometimes I lie in bed and reminisce about the night my wife was penetrated by three holes—it's more exciting and stimulating than any porn. Okay,
enough with the long introduction, let's get to the main point.
My wife's name is Xiaoqian, she's 32 years old, from Hong Kong. Although she's not very tall, about 160cm, her 33E breasts often attract
the attention of men on the street. Her breasts weren't this big before; I think it's mainly because she insists on breastfeeding the baby. She works as a company secretary and often meets different clients—investors, business owners, all sorts of people. Sometimes she even introduces clients to me, giving me more business opportunities.
Shortly after Hua Di left, the government cracked down on the real estate market, so I sometimes went home earlier to rest. One day, I saw my wife's diary on the table. Out of curiosity and concern for her, I opened it.
***The following is the diary entry; the dialogue below is my own imagination***
03-01-2013
Cloudy
Today I arranged to meet Xiao Ni to see a feng shui master to ask about the year's fortune and family matters. Since Hua Di and the others entered the coffin, I haven't been able to calm down. Although they're not here, I'm still afraid at night that someone else might be in our house. That anxiety often makes me suffer from insomnia. In addition, my husband's business has been bad lately; he hasn't had any business for two months. This can't go on forever, so I'm going to see a master to see if they can offer some guidance.
"Where's Xiaoni? I'm already in Mong Kok."
"Oh dear, my daughter has a fever today, so I can't come!"
"Okay then, the 7th floor, right? I haven't been up there yet!"
"Yes, yes, just tell me Xiaoni can help."
"Okay, thank you."
I hung up the phone and slowly started climbing the stairs. The building was really old; there was no elevator, and I had to climb seven floors. Although it was tiring, the thought that there might be a solution made me feel strong. For my family, it didn't matter!
After a lot of hard work, I finally reached the seventh floor. I was drenched in sweat, but since I wasn't meeting a client, I didn't need to tidy up and just pushed open the door.
There was a little boy who looked about ten years old sitting at the door. I asked,
"Are you here for a fortune telling, sister?"
"Yes, yes, little boy, what's your name?"
"My name is Xiaoming. Wait a minute, I'll call my dad."
I sat down in the chair. Xiaoming was very well-behaved. He gave me a glass of water and kept glancing at me furtively, like he was looking at his little sweetheart. He was so cute.
After waiting for about fifteen minutes, an elderly man pushed open the door and came in. He had a full head of white hair, and although he was old, his eyes were sharp, giving him the air of a wise man.
"Dad, my sister has been waiting for you for a long time."
"Dad went to buy things to prepare for the ritual. By the way, are you Xiaoqian, Xiaoni's friend?"
"Yes, yes."
"Let's talk in the inner hall."
He led me to the inner hall, which was a bit dilapidated. A large statue was right in front of me, and its gaze was quite terrifying. I didn't look at it for long and just sat down.
"Don't speak yet. See if what I'm saying is right."
His gaze seemed to see through my heart as he said, "You haven't been doing well lately, especially at home. There have been changes in family members, haven't there?"
"Lack of rest and psychological pressure must be making you very tired."
He saw right through me and I believed he could help us. I immediately lowered my guard and told him all the problems, of course, without mentioning anything about being raped by Hua Di and the Indonesian guy.
Time passed quickly, and it got dark. The master said, "Okay, now I know how to help you. But it's already past six, you must be hungry. Have some snacks first, and I'll go find Xiaoming to make something to eat before preparing the ritual."
Before I could reply, the master went to the outer hall to find Xiaoming, and then prepared things in the room. I thought about it; my husband was at work, and my baby was at my mother's house. It didn't matter; I'd finish the ritual first before leaving. I really didn't want to leave again. I sat obediently like a child, looking around. The inner hall was like a temple in a movie, a little quiet and eerie. The faint red light made the place even more mysterious. One difference was that there were many photos on the walls, mostly of women. Of course, I saw my friend Xiaoni.
About ten minutes later, Xiaoming happily brought me the food. I smiled and ate the pastries. The master also gave me a cup of yellow tea, saying to drink it after I finished eating. I obediently followed, and a few minutes later, the ritual began.
I was led to the statue and made to sit on the ground. The master walked around me in circles, chanting incomprehensible words. I silently repeated what he instructed me to say.
"Xiaoqian, take off all your clothes first. I'm going to write a talisman on you. You mustn't move, or all the effort will be wasted."
Although I was reluctant, the old man in front of me was over sixty, and Xiaoming, who was sitting in the distance, was only ten years old, so it didn't matter. Thinking of my family, I decided to just take them off.
I stripped naked, feeling a little embarrassed under the gazes of the old man and the young boy, but since the master had said not to move, I was too embarrassed to move, fearing the talisman wouldn't work.
The master used a brush to apply red cinnabar and began to lightly draw on my back. The feeling was very special; I had never experienced anything like it before. At most, I would go to a female masseuse for a massage. I'd never had a man write on my body with a brush before. The feeling was like an electric shock; my whole body broke out in goosebumps, but it was also incredibly pleasurable.
Xiao Ming obeyed his master's orders, lit several incense sticks, and walked around me in circles. The faint fragrance smelled quite unique.
After a while, the master moved to face me and began painting on my upper body with a brush, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. It felt so good! The brush occasionally touched my breasts, and the master would intentionally or unintentionally circle and dot my nipples. I could feel my breasts producing milk under the master's stimulation.
The master then instructed Xiao Ming to put down the incense sticks and pinch my nipples with his fingers, explaining that the cinnabar wouldn't adhere properly.
I hummed in response. Xiaoming's icy little hands were trying to press on my breast milk. Little did he know that the more he pressed, the more milk would flow out faster and more readily. I couldn't speak, nor did I want to let his icy hands give me such pleasure. The combination of his icy hands and the suppleness of the brush went straight to my brain. I couldn't take it anymore.
What was I doing? Where was my reason? Ah… I endured it, sweating profusely, even though my husband and I hadn't been intimate for three months… I couldn't… do this. Good heavens, Xiaoming had learned his lesson. He took my left breast into his mouth, sucking on my milk, biting my nipple with his teeth, and gently rubbing it with his tongue like a baby. That was it.
I could clearly feel my juices slowly flowing from my vagina. Three months of abstinence had made my body extremely sensitive. Their father-son incestuous act seemed to summon my lust. Ah… Ah… I finally couldn't help but moan a few times and came. A few minutes later, my mind went blank, and I felt like I was going to faint.
"Sister, are you alright? Wake up," Xiaoming gently patted my breast.
"Hmm...hmm...I'm...I'm alright."
I was lying on the cold floor. I saw a large puddle of water at my feet; it must be my vaginal fluid. I was extremely embarrassed. Fortunately, the master was very professional and continued writing the incantation for me.
The master raised my legs into an "M" shape. It was so embarrassing that I tried to cover my genitals with my hands, but the master stopped me. He focused on writing on my calves, densely and delicately. Xiaoming also moved from my left breast to my right breast.
My lust overcame me, and I could no longer hold back. I moaned softly.
"Ah...ah..."
"Sister, your white fluid tastes so good!" Xiaoming said foolishly. "Ah...good...good, then
...drink more..." Under the stimulation, it was difficult for me to speak complete sentences.
The master's brush slowly moved from my calf to my thigh. I closed my eyes, enjoying the friction of the lightly oiled bristles against my skin. I slowly recalled the scene of being brutally fucked by the Indonesian that night. Oh... I forgot the pain. Now I wanted it so badly, I wanted an orgasm, I wanted that feeling I hadn't had in three months.
I secretly watched the master. Although he was muttering incantations and his hands were busy, his gaze was fixed on my vulva. Ah... He was drawing on my inner thigh. Ah... That tingling, electric sensation traveled from my leg to my genitals and then to my nerves.
The master spread my legs again because he was going to draw a talisman on my vulva. I was both surprised and delighted. Surprised because I couldn't control myself, delighted because I needed it so badly. I wanted anything that could make me feel good!
He first used a pen to draw circles and dots on my vulva, and then, after finishing, he further penetrated me. He started by lightly tracing lines from my clitoris down to my anus, my vaginal fluids flowing freely. Oh my god, he began to gently penetrate my vagina with the bristle of the pen. Oh... He penetrated me with the pen, thrusting in and out inch by inch, the bristles stimulating my vagina, my vaginal fluids flowing from the pen into his hand.
Now I want more, my vagina is so empty, I need something to insert into me. I pressed my hands against Xiaoming's head, and he pinched my nipples harder with his teeth, and I could clearly feel his penis bumping against my stomach.
My master began to nervously move his left hand to his penis and stroke it, creating a large tent. He moved the pen in a nine-light-one-deep motion, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, while his thumb massaged my clitoris at the same time.
Under the triple assault, my buttocks swayed uncontrollably to his rhythm, rising and falling, his pubic hair pressing on my G-spot. Ten, twenty times, just as I felt my climaxing juices about to gush out, my master pulled out a calligraphy brush with one hand and, with the other, took his seven-inch-long, thick penis and smeared the remaining cinnabar on it, making it look like a red eggplant. Yes! It was an eggplant, perhaps due to its age, its firmness was average, shaped like an eggplant.
My lust also erupted. I grabbed my master's red eggplant with my left hand, nodding and gesturing for him to enter my body.
"Mmm...mmm...slowly..."
The eggplant invaded me inch by inch, the oily, slightly granular feel of the cinnabar also entering my vagina inch by inch. This unprecedented feeling brought me to orgasm in less than two minutes.
Warm, lustful fluid surged onto his glans, and stimulated, he seemed to be reborn. His penis slowly grew larger and harder inside my vagina, a wonderful feeling. His scrotum also gently patted my anus.
Xiao Ming pulled away from my breasts, his bare feet showing a pitiful expression as he said,
"Sister... my penis hurts so much, it's so uncomfortable," as he pulled it out.
"Hmm... hmm... wait... sister will help you... oh,"
I said, enjoying myself while searching for Xiao Ming's penis and stroking it. It was cute, only about three inches long, but as thick as his father's. I carefully pulled back the foreskin, revealing the glans, still glistening with precum.
I sucked on his penis while caressing my breasts, swaying my hips against his penis. The sounds of "tsk... tsk... plop... plop..." and my moans of "ah ah hmm... hmm..."
all blended together.
After ten minutes of thrusting, I got up and pushed him to the ground. I wanted more, more; slow thrusting wasn't enough. I was consumed by lust! I held his penis and rubbed it back and forth against my buttocks, saying, "Master, I want more, you have to bear with it!"
After saying that, I put his thick, red penis to my opening and inserted it into my wet, dripping cunt. "Plop!" His penis went all the way in!
"Ah...so good...so big! Hmm...all in...ah...so full...so deep...hmm...so good!"
"Master, you're so amazing...fuck me...fuck me..."
Master took a deep breath and began to thrust vigorously, thrusting wildly. His scrotum was slamming hard against my anus, "slap! slap! slap!" filling the entire inner chamber with lewd sounds. My anus was involuntarily opening and closing as his scrotum slapped against it. I slowly slid a finger into my already soaked anus and probed it.
I remembered that night when Ah Chi and my husband were both penetrating my two holes. They slowly pulled Xiao Ming behind me, and I gently guided his penis to my anus. "Plop!" Xiao Ming entered me at the same time. "I want a cock! I'm a slut!" a voice inside me cried out.
My pleasure was intense, "Ah...ah..." I moaned happily, "Mmm...ah ah...your cock is so hard...so swollen...ah ah!"
I enjoyed the pleasure of being penetrated by two cocks simultaneously. While moaning, I thrust my hips back and forth, up and down, to meet the two men's cocks, and at the same time, I rubbed my breasts, causing more and more milk to gush onto my master's body. My full breasts swayed back and forth with the rhythm of the thrusts.
I was lost in the moment, completely absorbed in the experience: "It's so exciting... mmm... oh... so good... I want you guys to fuck me..."
"Ah... mmm... Master and Xiaoming's dicks are the best... fucking me... so good, fuck me, fuck me! Ahh... I love this feeling... coming, coming... ahhhhhh..."
I climaxed again, arching my back and gripping Xiaoming's buttocks tightly with both hands, my genitals pressing hard against Master's, rubbing back and forth. The feeling was so wonderful. Wait... wait a minute!
Xiao Ming called out from behind me, "I need to pee..." In the blink of an eye, I felt Xiao Ming urinate in my rectum—a large amount, very hot and plentiful.
The urine swirled in my rectum, and I was terrified that I would ejaculate after Xiao Ming's penis left my anus, so I pressed my buttocks down tightly. But then, Master couldn't hold back any longer and thrust wildly into my cervix with all his might...
When he ejaculated that warm semen, I was brought to orgasm again.
"Ah..."
My arms went limp as I lay on Master's body, urine and semen gushing from my abdomen and vagina.
I fainted, lying on the ground enjoying the slight throbbing sensation in my vagina.
Suddenly, Master's shout jolted me awake!
"Oh my god, what's going on?" The three of us snapped back to reality!
"Xiaoqian, you were just... just now, while I was performing the ritual, I was thinking about sexual intercourse, wasn't I?!"
"Sigh... I forgot to remind you... now you're really in trouble." Saying this, she pointed to the statue and said, "This is a statue from the Khajuraho Temple in India, also known as the Temple of Sex. The statue you were thinking about has helped you... achieve it." The master was also embarrassed and didn't continue.
"You just sprayed out... urine and feces, some of it got on the statue, I'm afraid..." "
Quickly clean it off, wait, don't use a cloth, use your body or mouth, clothes and other things can't touch the statue!"
I climbed naked onto the statue without even putting my clothes back on and started cleaning it. I tried to wipe it with my hands, but the filth just wouldn't come off. In desperation, I used my tongue to clean the statue, just hoping for peace. That lewd urine and feces lingered in my mouth for a long time.
After the cleaning was finished, I wanted to ask the master where to wash myself, but he said the talisman couldn't be washed off yet. He gave me a house-protecting talisman and earnestly instructed me to place it under the bed, fearing that tonight's events would affect my future life.
I put my clothes back on, and as I left, Xiaoming hugged me again, saying I should come see him again if I had time. The master also said, "Be careful in everything. If anything happens, come back immediately. My surname is Dai, just call me Master Dai."
I slowly walked back to the train station with my heavy body, Master Dai's semen still flowing from my vagina. Although the supernatural power had turned me into a harlot, the comfortable feeling was so enjoyable. Husband, I'm sorry, I need to love you more wholeheartedly, cherish you, please forgive me.
I looked at the time and realized it was already past eight o'clock. I should call my husband first...
***The End***
When I finished reading her diary, I was really furious! But I can tell you all that I've been working on this article while still keeping an eye on things. Even though my wife was raped, I probably would have run away long ago. But now I have a baby, and all I care about is the baby. My body may have been violated, but my love for her remains, right? I've come to terms with it.
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