My wife's sexual openness

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My wife and I were both born in 1974. We got married in 2000, the year of the millennium. The following year, our little baby arrived, and our family life was filled with happiness. I worked as a deputy manager at a large company, while my wife quit her job to stay home and take care of our child. Life was peaceful and uneventful, with nothing to worry about. In our free time, we would play mahjong, chat online, and accompany my wife to shopping malls and parks.
In 2003, due to a work mistake, I caused significant losses to the company. I was forced to take sick leave and stay home for an extended period. Spending my days at home aimlessly, I was in a bad mood and extremely irritable. So I frequently visited pornographic websites, watched BT movies, and chatted naked with female QQ users until 3 or 4 AM before going to sleep. Because of these reasons, my views on sex changed. In particular, after reading the erotic novel "The Kind Wife on the Road" on the Sex Tiger website, I was deeply moved by the plot. It was so exciting! My penis was incredibly hard. I immediately grabbed my wife and started fucking her wildly for over an hour. My wife was very surprised. Seeing my excited expression, she asked if I had taken a sedative. I turned on the computer and let my wife read "The Kind Wife on the Road" naked. Seeing my wife's lustful gaze, as if she were completely absorbed in the story, I was struck by her intense focus. Sweat beaded on her flushed face, her nipples erect, and a large puddle of vaginal fluid dripped from her nipples onto the computer chair. I was a little surprised; I'd never seen my wife so eagerly savoring a pornographic novel before. I grabbed my digital camera and started snapping away at her lustful expression…
After finishing the novel, my wife said to me, "I never imagined the protagonist would let someone else sleep with his wife, and he wouldn't be angry, but instead act like he'd taken an aphrodisiac. I don't understand!" I joked, "I also want someone else to sleep with you; I get excited too, you believe me?" My wife gave me a flirtatious wink and said, "You want your wife to cheat on you? Aren't you jealous? As long as you're happy, don't look so gloomy all the time, I'll do whatever you want." "I thought for a while and had nothing to say. My wife saw that I hadn't reacted to what she had just said, so she wentading me, laughing and saying, 'What's wrong? You're scared now? I'm going to cheat on you and go out and have some fun.' I blurted out, 'Oh! You've been wanting to cheat on me
all along! Then go seduce a few handsome guys and go out for a stroll.'... After a bit of playful flirting with my wife, she took the initiative to have sex with me. She was blowing and licking me, and my little brother got hard. I went all out and completely surrendered. My wife, still wanting more, said to me, 'Honey! Do I want to do it again? I want it...!' I was panting heavily and said impatiently, 'You want to kill me? You slut. We've done it twice already, and you're still not satisfied. I'll get some of my buddies to fuck you to death. You still want more?'" "No." My wife was stubborn, saying, "I'll wait here, go find her. Hurry up!" I was at a loss...
That night, I registered a new QQ account, uploaded my wife's photo, and chose the username "Non-stop Calling All Night." Registration information: Username "Non-stop Calling All Night," Female, 28 years old, 163cm tall, measurements 86-82-87. Personality: Cheerful, generous, very feminine. Looking for: Male, 22-35 years old, with photos and videos. Preferably from the same city so we can meet in person. Height 175-190cm. Preferably unmarried. Handsome men are given priority...
I posted the QQ dating information. Within ten minutes, five or six netizens started chatting. From initially purely work-related exchanges, the conversation gradually developed into discussions about life, personal interests, hobbies, and so on. Two handsome local men wanted to see my wife's video. I asked her to sit at the computer desk, adjusted the angle, and turned on the video. The men showered her with compliments. My wife, bombarded with their sweet talk, was happy to receive praise. When the men asked to see her figure, she stood up, displaying herself from all angles. Seeing her affable nature, they pressed further, demanding she take off her clothes so they could see her naked. She refused.
I reassured her: "That's how video chats are these days, it's okay. Let them undress first, then you undress. Let them see first. They might as well watch." "It's all the same." Under my misleading influence, my wife half-heartedly undressed and refused to get up. She and two online friends admired each other. One of them suggested video sex, which my wife didn't understand. When the other person adjusted the video angle, two incredibly hard penises appeared on the screen, masturbating and ejaculating in the video. My wife was aroused by them. One of the online friends suggested going to a hotel with my wife and asked for her phone number. After his pleading, I gave her my wife's number, and she called immediately. At first, my wife didn't answer, so I said: "Haven't you had enough? A good horse needs to eat night grass, and a good wife needs to be fucked. Go out and try it." "It's not impossible." My wife answered the phone and we arranged a hotel. It was my first time experiencing an extramarital affair.
The next day, my wife came home exhausted. I couldn't wait to ask her what happened. She said, "I just got to the hotel entrance, and he was waiting there. He didn't say anything, just grabbed my hand and led me into the room. He quickly took off my clothes, carried me to the bed, and started doing it. He was very rough, like he'd just been released from prison. At first, I wasn't used to it and didn't know what to do. After a while, my body involuntarily cooperated with him, my buttocks rising to meet his penis. That thing is longer than yours, and harder..." It was firm and slightly upturned. The first time, he ejaculated after only a few minutes. He ejaculated a lot. He hugged me and kissed me passionately, and we were both aroused soon. The second time, we made love for over an hour! We slept until morning and made love twice more.
Hearing about my wife's wild night with another man, my penis became hard. I pulled off my wife's clothes and saw that there was still semen stuck to her underwear. I was both angry and annoyed. I rolled over and straddled my wife, inserting my penis into her vagina. My wife twisted her hips violently, responding to my thrusts, and her moans became very seductive.
I asked my wife, "How are you going to make it up to me? How did it feel to be fucked by that guy yesterday?" My wife said shyly, "You still have the nerve to say that? Letting your wife sleep with someone else, making you a cuckold. How do you want to make it up to me?" I said, "Let's be more open-minded. Wearing one is the same as wearing one. If you're going to wear one, then wear as many as you want. I don't mind." My wife laughed and said, "Okay! I'll put the green hat on the ceiling and crush you with it."...
I started thrusting hard, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, plunging into my wife's vagina, penetrating deep inside each time. My wife kept trying to straighten her upper body as I fucked her, moaning incessantly. Soon, her vagina contracted rapidly, trying to suck my penis into the deepest part of her vagina. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, her legs tightly around my buttocks, as if she wanted me to flatten her. My wife's orgasm was intense and prolonged, giving me a powerful pleasure. I pressed myself against her, kissing her, and began to speed up to match her climax. Soon, panting, I asked, "Wife, I'm going to cum." It had been a long time since I'd felt such intense pleasure. Our orgasms lasted a long time; all my strength had been used up in our encounter. I lay motionless on top of my wife, kissing her, savoring this unprecedented orgasm.
"So good, are you comfortable?" I asked, stroking her body. My wife, her face flushed from the afterglow of her orgasm, said, "Mmm, very good. You were amazing today, you almost made me dizzy. Are you excited because I was with someone else? If so, I'll do whatever you say. If you let me, I'll go; if you don't, I'll serve you well." I replied, "Okay! Okay! You're so good. My wife is so good." We teased each other, talking about marriage and sex.
Women shouldn't be sexually open; once the door is opened, there's no stopping them. My wife became addicted to QQ video chatting, and even had sex. We sent the kids to her grandparents' house, and she chatted day and night. She added hundreds of people online, categorized as follows: local friends, lovers, muscular men, from [province name], men who had sex but couldn't get pregnant, 20-year-old handsome men, older handsome men, managers, those we were currently hooking up with, those with future plans, those on our blacklist, etc. My wife had an IUD inserted after giving birth, meaning she couldn't get pregnant again. But in the past few years, in
2003, unexpectedly, she had her left fallopian tube removed and her IUD replaced. At the end of 2004, she became pregnant again. A hospital examination revealed she was four months pregnant again, which caused me great distress. I asked the chief physician what happened, but he didn't understand either. After the surgery, the chief physician called me outside and said, "The surgery was successful, your wife is fine. But when we opened her abdomen and removed the fetuses, it was a molar pregnancy, with eleven fetuses. I can't explain what happened; this kind of situation is rare even in our hospital."Could you please tell me the truth about the situation?
I was also very surprised at the time and said to the doctor, "This is a medical matter, I don't understand it! Ask me any questions, and I will answer you truthfully." The doctor said, "I've seen cases like your wife's before. Simply put, your wife was gang-raped by multiple men. Because a man can only have one chance from ejaculation to pregnancy, the maximum is twins. Your wife was pregnant with eleven fetuses at once, meaning she was with more than a dozen men simultaneously. With an IUD, the chance of pregnancy is generally very low, only a few in ten thousand. However, due to having sex with multiple men, there was simply too much semen. The semen from the later ones pushed through the fallopian tubes into your wife's uterus, creating the opportunity for pregnancy. This is the largest number of molar pregnancies I've ever seen. A few years ago, there were..." "Five girls were gang-raped, like five grapevines. Your wife had eleven, meaning eleven little lives! Our hospital needs to take samples for future research. Your wife is a victim; don't upset her further." I was deeply shocked by the doctor's words. I didn't know what to feel. Pretending to be calm, I asked, "What are the chances of her getting pregnant in her situation—with an IUD and only one fallopian tube?" The doctor smiled and said, "Probably one in a million. It's like winning the lottery. Your wife is really strong. Maybe you can't satisfy her sexually!" I knew the inside story; it was most likely those students who did it. But I had no answer and slipped away.
In early 2006, my wife went to the hospital again to have her right fallopian tube removed and her IUD taken out. This time, she was finally free from the worry of getting pregnant. The three surgeries cost over 20,000 yuan, and she suffered terribly.
By May, after my wife recovered, she started to get restless again, even more so than before. Her clothing became more provocative and revealing. She bought several transparent short skirts and stockings online. Throughout the summer (except for her period), she basically didn't wear underwear or a bra, which drew criticism from several people in our neighborhood. A series of scandalous incidents followed. I'll briefly mention a few.
The "Disco Incident": In recent years, there have been fewer dance halls and more people going clubbing. My wife went clubbing every Saturday. Whenever she saw a group without girlfriends, she would actively seduce them. Using the club lights and music, she would make physical contact, intentionally or unintentionally touching their arms to arouse their sexual desire. Who could resist my wife's teasing? Most of them, once aroused, would start touching my wife's breasts. When they found out she wasn't wearing a bra, most were surprised. The bolder ones would go straight to her inner thighs. In that kind of... Given the location and the woman's openness, it goes without saying that no one would be polite. So he boasted to his accomplices, "This woman isn't wearing anything underneath, she's driving naked. You can touch her if you don't believe me." His accomplices, seeing this, weren't about to let the opportunity pass. They first seduced her, then maliciously pressured her to drink...
My wife, playing along, pretended to be drunk and gave him the chance. They went to a hotel, and then she was gang-raped. They didn't even know who was gang-raping whom! A crazy night. The market incident. On Saturday, my wife went to Dubai and was raped all night. The next day when we got home, I was sleeping in. I hadn't had breakfast by noon. I asked my wife to buy some eel to make my favorite braised eel. My wife grabbed a small bag and prepared to leave. I glanced at her from head to toe, thinking, "Wow, my wife is so bold! Wearing so little, daring to go out in broad daylight." A pure black halter dress, semi-transparent black tulle, you could vaguely see her nipples, the hem adorned with two small blue leaves, thin shoulder straps and back straps, very elastic. This guy, wearing such sexy lingerie, and so little in the summer, isn't he afraid of flashing? The neckline is so low, it doesn't even cover his breasts! Most of his breasts are clearly visible from above. It's giving me a nosebleed! And the dress is way too short. When my wife bent over to change her shoes, the dress was pulled up, revealing flesh-colored open-crotch stockings that couldn't hide his round, big buttocks, stretched taut by the stockings. There was residual white discharge on his pink anus, and not much pubic hair was visible. His labia opened and closed, and his bright red vaginal opening, whenever slightly parted, let out drops of liquid. They dripped onto the floor like raindrops. It barely covered his buttocks; just looking at it makes my nose bleed! How can he be so sexy? If someone saw this, I definitely wouldn't sleep a wink tonight.
A while later, my wife came home looking remorseful, threw her things down, and said to me, "I had a terrible day today! I forgot to change my clothes. Everyone at the market saw everything. I'm too embarrassed to go shopping there again." I asked what happened. My wife said, "I was up all night last night and didn't sleep well. I wanted to come home and sleep a little longer. When I got to the market, I saw some bright red peaches and picked out five pounds of them from the stall. I was so focused on picking them that I squatted down and picked them one by one. I didn't notice the peach seller staring intently at me. Gradually, several people gathered around me, squatting down opposite me and staring. I didn't react at all. I bought them and left. When I went to buy eel, the sun was blazing, and it was too hot outside. There weren't many people buying fish. I found a small wooden stool to sit on; I wanted to pick the small ones because they taste better." After the fish were weighed, he squatted down opposite me and began gutting and removing the bones. He cut his hand after only a few, so he got another person to help. That person also injured their hand. I was getting drowsy waiting. Suddenly, a crowd of men gathered around me. Some squatted opposite me, staring intently into my skirt. Several stood beside me, bending over to peek into my crotch.
Because my skirt was short and it was hot, I pulled down the back of my skirt to cool off while sitting on a bench. It was very refreshing. Unexpectedly, someone secretly lifted the hem of my skirt when I wasn't looking, exposing me completely. The bench was too low, and the front of my skirt slid down to my genitals. Without the skirt's restraint, I involuntarily parted my legs, leaving my vulva wide open for all to see and admire. Someone also lifted the back of my skirt, exposing me quite a distance. You could see it from the spot; there was a naked woman sitting there. A young man patted me on the shoulder and said, "Hey beautiful, what were you doing last night? Sleeping here? Shouldn't you close the door?" I didn't understand what he meant and thought it was an acquaintance greeting me. I turned around and said, "Nothing much last night, just buying some eels. What are you doing here?" The boy said, "You haven't done anything! You've soaked the bench, you're all exposed." He pointed downwards, and I looked down—oh no! My entire lower body was exposed in full view of everyone! I jumped up and saw a puddle of white discharge on the bench. I was so ashamed. I picked up the sliced eel and tried to leave, but someone stopped me, saying I hadn't paid. I quickly pulled out my money and handed it to the vendor.
Everyone burst into laughter at my disheveled state. One person said, "Beautiful lady, you came to me for no reason! Cheap!" "I grabbed the chair, didn't even wait for change, just picked up the things and ran." After hearing my wife's story, I laughed so hard I couldn't straighten up. Especially the line, "Beautiful lady, why are you looking for me? This chair got a good deal," which spread like wildfire throughout the vegetable market in our neighborhood. My wife never went to that market again after that. A few days later, when I went to buy groceries, I heard people talking about it
again. It was a case of catching someone in the act of adultery. After I returned to work, I often went on business trips. One day, things went smoothly. I suddenly flew back from Hainan, but when I got home, I couldn't open the door with my key. It was locked from the inside. So I called my wife's cell phone and told her I was outside and asked her to open the door. My wife slowly opened the door, and I sensed something was wrong. There was a very strong smell of freshly made love. I looked and saw that my wife's vaginal opening was still opening and closing, and a lot of white semen was flowing out from the inside of her thighs. They were clearly having sex just moments ago. I immediately ran to the bed to check, but no one was there. I lifted the covers and found a large wet patch on the sheet, with a freshly used towel lying nearby. I went to the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, and searched the house. But I couldn't find the man. Where had he gone? He wasn't in the closet; where else could he be hiding?
My wife was terrified when she saw me get angry. Just then, I heard a cell phone ringing outside the window. I pulled back the curtains and was shocked. The security bars were packed with people; no wonder I couldn't find him. I grabbed the cleaver and made them come down—five in total. They were all eighteen or nineteen-year-old students. I questioned them one by one. One student, whose face was covered in acne, told me, "He just arrived tonight. I heard from a classmate..." They came here because they said my sister-in-law could cure acne. Several students in my class were cured by her. It turns out that while I was away on a business trip, they stayed at my house. They were all students from a technical school, mostly from out of town. My wife was someone I met online. They would find friends to come and have sex with my wife. My family provided food and lodging, and even offered "treatment." More than a dozen students came to my house. They even filmed it on a DV camera. When I found it, the obscene scenes were comparable to those in Hollywood blockbusters. After watching the video of my wife, I felt very satisfied, and my anger subsided. I had a wicked thought: to have these five students have sex with my wife in front of me. I wanted to witness firsthand how lewd my wife was.
I told them, "I won't blame you for sleeping with my wife, but from now on, you'll do whatever I say. Otherwise, I'll cut off his penis." Hearing there was hope, they immediately said, "We'll do anything you say, Uncle." I said, "Listen carefully, you go and keep fucking my wife hard, you two go suck her milk, and the rest of you, spread her legs wider, make her pussy even wider, and wait to take over. Everyone has to use all their strength and force. Don't ejaculate inside her. Pull it out and ejaculate into her mouth." The roles were clearly defined, and everyone had their tasks. I closed all the windows, turned on all the lights, and turned on the TV to lower the volume of my wife's moans. I temporarily acted as a photographer, capturing various angles and expressions. The melee began.
Those who have been through it all know that at eighteen or nineteen, everything is mature. Men are at their most vigorous, especially those two students with acne; they're the most vigorous and last the longest, at least 40-50 seconds. Minutes later, the penis was smooth, hard, and spurting out. My wife was also working very hard, raising her buttocks and spreading her legs so that they could penetrate deeper, faster, and more forcefully each time. The student playing with my wife's breasts bit down hard on her nipples, sucking wildly. My wife couldn't take it anymore and tried to push their mouths away. I told them to hold my wife's hands tightly and continue to attack her vagina and breasts. My wife screamed, hoarse and desperate! Like a pig being slaughtered, I estimated that everyone in the building could hear it, so I quickly found a towel and stuffed it into my wife's mouth. My wife bit the towel hard, her hands and feet began to tremble violently, more and more violently. They were about to lose their grip. Her body involuntarily arched upwards, trying to get rid of the penis inserted into her vagina.
I encouraged everyone, "Give it your all! This slut is about to give up! Don't let up!" The student on top yelled, just as he pulled out his penis. A fountain of fluid shot out from my wife's vagina, spraying onto the student's face, giving him a free shampoo. I I'd never seen ejaculation like this before. The students laughed loudly at the sight. They released my wife's hands and feet. She swayed in an S-shape on the bed, like she was on a trampoline. After a few minutes, it gradually subsided. Her labia opened and closed as if she were biting something, and semen kept gushing out of her vagina. I thrust in, penetrating my wife's very wet vagina, and pounded hard. I felt that her vagina hadn't gotten bigger from their penetration; instead, it had gotten much smaller. It tightened, gripping my penis so tightly it trembled. It was like a pair of pliers, very powerful. After a few minutes, I ejaculated inside my wife. Seeing that she hadn't ejaculated, I had them spread her legs and stimulate her breasts, and then we continued. After a few minutes, my wife couldn't hold back anymore. This time, her whole body trembled, and beads of water the size of soybeans seeped from her face. The skin above her breasts turned red, like measles. Everyone took turns continuing to fuck her hard. This time, my wife ejaculated very high, hitting the ceiling and bouncing back. Everyone behind her took a shower. That night, my wife ejaculated... Six times. Her vaginal fluids were completely drained. They each did it two or three times, for six hours straight. I used up several cassette tapes. I was exhausted. Everyone found a place to rest.
The next day, I woke up to find them sleeping like logs in the two bedrooms and on the living room sofa. I didn't wake them, took a hot shower. It was almost 1 PM. They hadn't eaten yet. I woke them up, sent a student to buy some food, and we had a couple of drinks. During dinner, I told them about my wife's affairs. I told them not to gossip and to keep their mouths shut. They didn't go to school either. I told them to call all the classmates who had been with my wife, and I'd treat them to dinner and a meeting that evening. That evening, they gathered. I counted sixteen students. I announced the rules and policies. The general policy was: you can have my wife, food will be provided. No recruiting anyone else. No one is allowed to tell teachers, classmates, or family about this. No skipping classes. You are not allowed to go to prostitutes to avoid getting AIDS. No taking pictures. "And the video. Give me the ones that have been filmed and keep them safe. Remember these words. Okay, let's start drinking. Those who don't drink, go play with your sister-in-law first." Upon hearing this, more than half of the students picked up my wife and took her to the room.
I was drinking with a few of them, but I didn't expect them to ambush me and get me drunk. They succeeded. More than a dozen students ravaged my wife for more than ten hours. My wife fainted several times from their abuse, and her whole body trembled for more than two hours without stopping. When I woke up the next day, I washed my face and went to the room. It was filthy. My wife was lying naked on the bed in a spread-eagle position. There was semen all over her mouth, nose, hair, pillow, and the bed. Her belly was swollen like a pregnant woman in her fifth or sixth month. There was a dry, tofu-like substance coming out of her vagina.
I had never seen anything like this before, and I had never seen such a report online. I couldn't understand why my wife's belly was so big. I pressed my hand on my wife's belly and felt that it was very elastic. My wife was awakened by my pressing and said Her stomach was so bloated, like she was about to give birth. She needed to go to the bathroom, but couldn't stand up. I had to help her. I forcefully helped my wife out of bed, but after only two steps, her legs gave way, and she fell to the ground with a slip. She miscarried, and a large bowl of liquid gushed from her vagina and anus—more than a bowl! Her stomach also shrank considerably. My wife was incontinent, making a mess on the floor. I cleaned her up and carried her to bed to rest. I cleaned up. This time, we went too far. My wife couldn't get out of bed for three days, needing to hold onto the wall to walk. Her legs couldn't close for a long time, and she was incontinent for a week. We paid a heavy price: her second pregnancy. Eleven illegitimate children—a molar pregnancy. The only gain was that my wife's breasts inexplicably enlarged from a B to a D cup. (The text then abruptly shifts to a completely unrelated topic: "
The incident of cleverly catching a pervert.") Near my house, there was a high-rise unfinished building where the owner died unexpectedly. Several young men from Xinjiang Uyghur Autonomous Region lived there, making a living by selling lamb skewers. We don't like lamb, so we didn't go there often. One of my wife's friends went to the restroom there and was gang-raped by Uyghur men. She suffered severe bleeding and a torn vagina, requiring several stitches. She didn't want to report it to the police but wanted to get revenge on the Uyghurs. She told my wife about this, hoping she could help her find some people to teach them a lesson. My wife told me about it when she got home and asked for my advice. I thought about it for a long time and finally came up with a plan: I'd promise her friend that I could have sex with her a few more times. After carefully analyzing the location, I decided that the barbecue restaurant was the most suspicious.
The next night, around 10 PM, my wife set off wearing a revealing dress, and I followed her at a distance for protection. My wife went straight to the barbecue restaurant, ordered some barbecue and beer, and enjoyed it alone. From a distance, I saw that there weren't many customers. After finishing a bottle of beer, my wife needed to use the restroom. She asked the owner where it was, but was told there were no public restrooms nearby, as they were too close to the residential area. She was told to go to the unfinished building behind the complex where there were restrooms. My wife walked towards the back. I followed from a distance. I saw a man come out of the barbecue shop and follow my wife. When we got there, what a restroom! There wasn't even a door. The first floor was the men's restroom, and there was a large sign that said "Ladies, please go to the second floor." I went to the first floor, pretended to defecate, and squatted down. The man came first, urinated, and then quietly went upstairs. I quickly followed. I found that the women's restroom was empty.
I didn't know where my wife had gone. I searched floor by floor. I found the ninth floor, and there was a fire in a room. There was movement. This unfinished building had no doors or windows, and the walls were not plastered. There were big holes and small eyes. I found a hidden corner and peeked through the cracks in the bricks. By the light of the candle, I saw a place inside, covered with straw, and a straw mat on top. A strong man wearing only a vest lifted up my wife's skirt, covered her face, and violently thrust into her vagina like a storm. My wife spread her legs, and he roughly pressed her down on the straw mat and brutally penetrated her private parts. The penis pounded violently against his wife, and after a few thrusts, a "plop plop" sound came from their point of contact. It grew larger and faster. With each rapid, violent "bang, bang," his wife cried out in shock, "Ah, ah!" As she let out another "ah," the enormous penis thrust powerfully deep into her uterus. She arched her hips upwards to receive his thrusts, the penis dancing up and down inside her vagina, releasing its beastly power completely into her.
I estimated half an hour had passed. I secretly admired this meat-eating people; they were stronger than us grass-eating people. He stopped and asked his wife, "Was I good? Did you feel good? You're so wet, I felt amazing!" He took out his phone and called his friends to come up and have some fun. A while later, two young Uyghur men from Xinjiang came upstairs. They took off their clothes, covered in hair, two bastards. Their penises were clearly larger and thicker than ours. It was obvious my wife was in for a rough night. Seeing it was getting late, I quietly slipped away. My wife returned home around 7 PM, her vulva swollen and red, her labia everted. She kept cursing that they weren't man-made. It seemed my wife was having a hard time.
I asked what happened, and my wife said, "They inserted two huge dildos into my vagina at the same time, and every thrust was excruciatingly painful. It felt like my vagina was being torn apart. The louder I screamed in pain, the faster they went. Their things are already big; one is usually enough. Two at once? I can't take it..." It broke my heart. If they damaged it, I wouldn't be able to play anymore. That afternoon, I went to a friend's house and borrowed a police car and uniform. With my wife and sirens blaring, we stopped in front of the shop and deliberately said loudly, "Let's check the scene first, then..." "Ninth floor." I went up to the ninth floor, took some photos, drew a few circles with chalk, and carried a plastic bag. I went downstairs to find a lamb skewer vendor to find out what was going on. I walked to the "King of Grilled Meat" shop, and saw that the door, which had been open before, was now locked, and the people there were nowhere to be found. I told them that anyone who saw them should call 110 (the police). Very professional in carrying out their duties. Okay, everything done, I went home. Those Xinjiang men who messed with my wife disappeared without a trace from that moment on. My wife's girlfriends, not knowing how I managed to drive away my enemies, admire me greatly. She offered herself to me. Haha, I killed two birds with one stone, gaining both fame and fortune.
The "grass near the burrow" incident. They say a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow, but my wife did—she slept with the neighbor, Xiao Wu. What happened? One morning, around six o'clock, my wife was exhausted from being sexually assaulted by a group of men and couldn't walk. She needed to register her child for elementary school that morning, so she had the two men help her home. After she got on the elevator, they went back inside. My wife, supporting herself against the elevator wall, reached her floor, the doors opened, and she slowly moved out of the elevator, legs spread… Leaning against the wall, she took out her keys.
Just as she was about to open the door, Xiao Wu from across the hall came out to work. He saw his wife, her hair disheveled, the back of her skirt stained with white grime. Her hands and legs trembled uncontrollably. She couldn't even insert the key into the lock. Last night's spoils ran from her thighs to her insteps, clearly visible on her black stockings. Xiao Wu immediately understood what had happened. He lifted his wife's skirt from behind and began to explore her vaginal opening with two fingers. His wife turned around and saw Xiao Wu. She trembled all over, her legs going weak. "No! You're going too far!" Xiao Wu didn't care about anything else and forcefully thrust into his wife's vagina. His wife, seeing a familiar face, stood there dumbfounded, her mind blank. Xiao Wu's hand moved rapidly up and down.
"Sister-in-law, you're so wet! You had sex several times last night, the back of your skirt is all wet," Xiao Wu exclaimed in surprise. His wife was utterly ashamed. Her cheeks were flushed with sexual excitement, her vagina overflowing with vaginal fluid, which flowed down her thighs. Her buttocks involuntarily arched back, allowing Xiao Wu's fingers to penetrate deeper. She couldn't control her moans, and a puddle of vaginal fluid appeared on the ground. Xiao Wu lifted his wife's waist, pulled out his penis, and inserted it from behind. His wife's buttocks sank, and his large penis "whooshed" into her overflowing vagina. As Xiao Wu fucked my wife, he said, "Does this feel good? You slut, I'll fuck you to death." "I've been calling you all the time, but you ignore me. So I'm fucking you right here at your doorstep, fucking exciting!" He even demanded his wife moan loudly while he was fucking her. "If your cunt is being fucked by my big cock, moan loudly so your husband can hear how good it is to be fucked by this big pervert! Ha..."
Xiao Wu grabbed his wife's hair, forcing her to put her hands on the ground and stick her butt out high to receive the heavy blows. The position was too uncomfortable for his wife; her arms and legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground, begging Xiao Wu to carry her to the bed and fuck her! Xiao Wu was also afraid of being seen, so he... He opened the door to his house, put his wife on the bed, and started fucking her wildly. "Look at my big dick, it's covered in your juices! Lick it clean, you slut! How many times did you fuck last night? Where did you do it? Tell me!" Since Xiao Wu was a bachelor from a modest background, this house was intended for his marriage by his father. His wife told him what had happened the night before, and Xiao Wu was furious. He put his wife down and said, "You're such a horny bitch! I'm so close to you. Every time I hear you moaning and groaning in the house, I'm just sitting here getting impatient." "From now on, you'll be at my beck and call anytime! If you don't listen to me, I'll ruin your reputation."
Xiao Wu turned on his computer, took obscene photos of his wife, saved them to his hard drive, edited the video, and invited his friends to watch, showing off his wife's performance. Since his wife started dating Xiao Wu, she's become very passive, always having her weaknesses exploited by him. Sometimes, she'd sneak out in the middle of the night, naked, run to the neighbor's house, have sex with them, and then slip home.
His wife is becoming increasingly open, with too many sexual partners. His phone bill is skyrocketing.

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