My wife's foreign boss

My name is Roy, and my wife, DouDou, and I live in Canada. Last Christmas, something happened that made me suspect my wife was cheating on me. I'm sharing what happened with you all, hoping you can offer some advice.

My wife used to have a male boss named Dave at her company. Even after she left, he would often call her and sometimes ask her out. Since Westerners are generally more open-minded and relationships between men and women are quite common, I didn't think much of it and let her go out and have fun occasionally.

A few days before Christmas last year, Dave called again and invited my wife to his company's Christmas party. Because I had to work the night shift, I let her go alone. When I got home at midnight, my wife wasn't home. I called her cell phone, and she said she was about to leave.

At that moment, I heard two men's voices in the background, repeatedly calling to my wife, "Have a drink! You can drink, you can drink!" My wife sounded very drunk, so I asked where she was and offered to pick her up. But she said it wasn't necessary, as a former female colleague would take her home, and then hung up.

The thought that my wife might become someone else's prey tonight filled me with a bitter, complex feeling. I lay in bed waiting for a long time, but she still didn't return. Gradually, sleepiness overcame me, and I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I looked at the clock and it was almost six in the morning. I found that my wife had returned, showered, and was sleeping naked on the other side of the bed, not even wearing pajamas.

I tiptoed into the bathroom and saw that my wife had scattered her clothes on the floor: a pair of black leather boots, paired with black lace lingerie and a thong, long fishnet stockings, a dark purple skirt, and a white open-chested shirt that couldn't contain her full breasts. It made me imagine my wife dressed in such a sexy outfit, maneuvering among a group of men at a party.

Suddenly, I noticed that while her other clothes were just lying on the floor, the thong and stockings had clearly been hand-washed. I was puzzled and quickly returned to the bedroom.

I went into the room and looked at my sleeping wife. She was lying face down on the bed, her snow-white, round buttocks and long legs slightly parted, the tops of her thighs red, her thin labia turned outwards. When I touched her genitals with my fingers, I found they were wet. I used two more fingers to spread her vagina open, and it felt loose, with some white fluid slowly flowing out.

I was puzzled and gently turned my wife over. In the dim light, I could see many red marks on my wife's swollen breasts, and her two dark red nipples were hard and erect, just like when she was excited after an orgasm with me. At that moment, I knew something must have happened. A strong feeling of jealousy welled up in my heart, and I almost wanted to wake my wife and interrogate her. But thinking back to this moment, what's done is done, what can I do?

I ran to the living room dejectedly, my mind filled with what might have happened last night. My wife was drunk and didn't know she was taken advantage of? Was that man Dave? Or did Dave premeditate and rape my wife? The foreigner's penis was huge. Had my wife been completely conquered? The red marks on her breasts—had they been rubbed by many men? And the white fluid in her vagina—had she been penetrated?

Fantasizing about my wife being with another man just now made me extremely excited. My penis was hard in my pants, and I asked myself, "Ya Lai, what's wrong with you?" I thought, my thoughts were distorted… Suddenly, I noticed my wife's handbag on the ground. Remembering that she often carried a digital camera and liked to take pictures of everything, I couldn't resist opening her handbag to check her camera, hoping to see what had happened last night.

Sure enough, my wife had taken many photos and some short videos at the Christmas party. I looked at them one by one. The earlier ones were just ordinary group photos of her huddled with a group of former male and female colleagues, but the later ones included many photos of my wife with different strange foreign men. The men standing next to her were hugging her, sometimes around her waist, sometimes touching her buttocks. Some even had their hands on her chest, squeezing her breasts.

The worst part was that my wife seemed really drunk, her eyes glazed over, as if she didn't realize those foreigners were taking advantage of her. Seeing this, I felt both annoyed and excited, and my penis got hard again.

It seemed they saw my wife was drunk and surrounded her, teasing her and even taking her camera to film her. In the video, my wife was staggering, with the men around her helping her. Three buttons of her white open-front blouse were undone, her full breasts peeking out from under her lace bra. She was saying, "I'm fine.

Come on, let's drink some more!"

Suddenly the camera cut to complete darkness. It turned out that Dave, who was filming, had gone to the bathroom and forgotten to stop the camera. Although there was no image, he had clearly recorded the surrounding sounds. I could hear a man saying, "Wow!

Dave, you're really something, where did you find this hot chick?"

Dave: "No, no... She's a former colleague, used to be my subordinate, but she's married now." Man: "Married women are even better! No worries about the future. Hehehe..." Dave: "You're quite picky!"

Man: "We're all in the same boat! Seeing her dressed so sexily even after getting married, it's obvious she's out cheating!" Dave: "That's why I often ask her out, but I still haven't had a chance to sleep with her." Man: "Really? Count me in!"

Dave: "A threesome... no way? This woman's a decent girl, she wouldn't agree!" Man: "Damn! Nobody told you to ask her! Get her drunk, that'll do. Or I have some kind of aphrodisiac, add it to her drink, and you can have a tensome!"

Dave: "No need for aphrodisiacs, she's already drunk. Look at her, she's so drunk she doesn't even realize she's exposed." Man: "I saw it all along! Wearing such a short skirt, it's impossible not to be spied on. Look at her ass, so big and round, she must get laid every night!" Dave: "Hey! You know how to pick your seat, deliberately sitting opposite her, you can see everything!" Man: "You're even worse, taking pictures and then putting your arm around her waist, grabbing her breasts. I even saw you French kissing her while dancing! Why don't we take her upstairs to her room later…" Dave: "Ha! You saw all that. To be honest, her breasts aren't that big, but they're quite firm. Actually, it wasn't just French kissing, I touched her genitals while dancing, guess what?…"

Man: "What exactly? Tell me!"

Dave: "When we were dancing and I was French kissing her, I pulled her close, slid my hand down her waist to her buttocks, pressed my rock-hard penis against her, and even secretly slipped a hand under her skirt to touch her. Turns out this slut's pussy was already soaking wet!"

Man: "I'm getting hard just talking about it. Let's take her to the room and figure it out." Then I heard some noises, probably them helping their drunken wife upstairs to Dave's bedroom. Even when drunk, I was still somewhat sober. I heard my wife, in her dazed state, still asking what they were doing, and they said they were taking her to rest for a while before taking her home.

After the two men put my wife on the bed, I heard the rustling of fabric, probably them taking off their clothes. The thought of my unconscious wife in bed with two men, her beautiful, mature body naked in front of them, made my blood boil, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest.

I strained my ears and heard only the sounds of kissing and sucking. They must have been sucking on my helpless wife's breasts and other erogenous zones. Suddenly, I heard my wife cry out, "What...what are you doing...isn't this going too far?

...I have a husband!"

I was relieved that my wife had woken up and escaped a disaster, but then Dave told the man to hold down her hands and pressed himself against her, forcibly taking over her honey pot.

"Let me go...let me go...oh...oh...ah...oh...oh..." my wife kept calling out, but the alcohol in her system made her weak all over. In addition, Dave's thick and hard penis was penetrating her vagina, giving her an unprecedented stimulation. It aroused her sexual desire in an instant, and her cries for help changed from resistance and struggle to lewd moans. My heart sank. My wife had lost her virginity.

"Oh...oh...ah...how could you...go in so deep...I...ah...so good...so good...oh..." My wife was completely intoxicated by the intense pleasure, forgetting all shame.

At this moment, Dave also cried out: "Ah...so good...what a slut...what a wonderful cunt...so tight...so good...it even sucks...so good...so good..." After a while, Dave cried out in a trembling voice: "oh...it's coming...", he couldn't control himself and ejaculated into my wife's honey hole.

I heard my sensitive wife also reach orgasm at the same time, but they didn't let her go. I only heard her cry out in surprise and confusion: no, no! It turned out that another man in the room immediately climbed on her body after Dave got up, and before she could react, he thrust his penis into her honey hole, which was already soaked with vaginal fluid and semen!

The unknown man pounded his penis into my wife's cunt again and again like a pile driver. Dave's foreign size had already made his wife unable to handle it, but this man was even bigger than Dave. Each thrust penetrated a depth no one had ever reached before, and a wave of unprecedented pleasure washed over her. She cried out in ecstasy,

"Oh my god!... Oh... all the way in... It feels so good... Ah... I'm going to die... Oh... Ah..."

At this moment, the loudspeaker continuously emitted the moans of a man and woman making love. It seemed the series of pleasures had engulfed his wife, because I could only hear her moans, and no longer hear her struggling. I thought she probably knew that resistance was futile at this point!

Suddenly, his wife gasped, "You... you two... big bad guys... bad... Dave... you're so bad... so bad... let me go... do it all at once, I can't take it... don't suck my nipples anymore... Ah... Ah... it feels so good..." It turned out that the two of them were working together, attacking his wife's erogenous zones from above and below.

Thinking how my wife could withstand such stimulation, I soon heard her scream: "...Ah...ah...I'm so happy...I want...high...oh...ah...oh...comeinme...comeinme...oh...ah...ah..." The man also roared loudly at the same time, indicating that

both he and my wife had orgasmed. Finally, everything calmed down, and I heard Dave say to my wife, "You really enjoyed it, didn't you?!"

My wife replied, "So...comfortable, yours...so hot and hard...so comfortable...it's...so big...thick and long...I can't take it."

Dave: "Really? Then let me fuck you again!"

Hearing my wife say those lewd words, I felt dizzy. Closing my eyes, I saw scenes of my wife being played with and completely conquered by other men. I couldn't believe that my confused wife not only gave Dave oral sex but also had him ejaculate inside her without any protection, and even participated in a threesome. It both pained and excited me.

Suddenly, I heard some noises and hurriedly turned off the camera. I looked up and saw my wife already dressed in her pajamas, her face flushed red, completely frozen as she stared at me.

Before today, I would fantasize about my wife having sex with a strange man, but now it was actually happening in real life. My wife was only afraid at that moment, unaware that the scene that had just played out in my mind was already incredibly arousing me.

I was rock hard, and I pulled her close, forcefully kneading her breasts through her pajamas. My wife groaned and said, "Honey, don't do this." My wife thought I was just being stubborn, never imagining how aroused I was.

Filled with guilt, my wife sat on my lap, looking at me softly, and said, "Honey, I'm sorry, I got drunk and something happened."

"DouDou, I want you to tell me everything that happened last night in detail, no more lying!" My wife: "Honey, I know you're angry, I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." She cried in desperation, never imagining that I wanted to know everything that had happened just to vent my lust.

"DouDou, tell me quickly," I said fiercely.

"Honey, please don't say that, I really don't want to talk about it anymore..."

"No, I'll get angry if you don't tell me!"

Wife: "Honey, don't be so fierce, I'll tell you." At this point, to satisfy myself, I made my proud wife suffer.

Wife: "Honey, you know that my former foreign boss, Dave, has been going out with me for a while, and I know he has designs on me. But every woman wants to be a beautiful, sexy, cute, and charming woman, with a large group of men surrounding her, eagerly falling at her feet. So I was happy to date him, thinking that as long as I could control the situation, there wouldn't be any problems."

"Last night's Christmas party was harmless, just a gathering with a group of old colleagues I hadn't seen in a long time, and I drank too much in the excitement. Honey, you know I have the guts to drink but not the capacity, and I lose control when I'm drunk, so Dave took advantage of me and took advantage of me a little."

"Just took advantage of you a little?" I said loudly.

"Sigh, you already know, why are you still asking? After you called my cell phone last night, the party people gradually left, and I suddenly realized I was the only girl left. I wanted to leave too, but Dave and a few foreign male colleagues wouldn't let me go, saying they hadn't seen me in so long, and wanted to dance with me, etc."

"So you danced with them?" I asked her.

"I had no choice, I thought I'd just socialize for a bit and then leave. But they took turns holding me and dancing slowly. Being drunk and being embraced by one tall, sexy man after another gradually aroused my sexual desire, and my body became limp and powerless, like a toy doll hanging on their bodies." "Did they grope you or take advantage of you?"

"Honey, you know men are all bad. Their hands were restless while we were dancing, always wandering around my waist and back..."

"DouDou, I think it wasn't just hugging and cuddling, was it?" Seeing my wife's evasive answer, I pressed her for an answer.

"I'll tell you, but don't be angry. You know foreigners are very open-minded, touching and kissing are very normal, especially when they're drunk they become wild and open, so I thought it was okay at the time and didn't take it too seriously. But Dave really went too far. When we were dancing, he pressed my butt down, his hard, excited penis pressing against me. When I tried to push him away, he held me tightly and kissed me even more forcefully, sticking his tongue into my mouth and swirling it around." "Then why didn't you resist and let him do whatever he wanted? You must have been lustful because he's tall and handsome, and had sexual fantasies about him!" I said, pretending to be angry, but inside I was thrilled.

"Honey, of course not. You know I get all hazy when I'm drunk, and I basically don't know what I'm doing. But don't worry, honey, I was thinking of you, and I held the last line of defense for you. When Dave first secretly put his hand under my skirt to touch my genitals, I used my legs to clamp his hand, preventing his fingers from wandering between my legs!"

"First?" I immediately caught my wife's grammatical error.

Knowing she'd let something slip, the innocent wife had no choice but to honestly continue, "It wasn't my fault. If that damned Dave hadn't stolen kisses on my earlobe and neck, leaving me weak all over, I wouldn't have let him have the chance to stick his fingers inside me!"

The thought of his innocent wife being penetrated by Dave's fingers was truly unbearable. His hands, which had been holding her, naturally slipped under her nightgown and down to her thighs, noticing her panties were already soaked. He figured the memory of last night's wildly pleasurable encounter had aroused her intense desire. She met his lips, saying tenderly,

"Honey… don't say anymore. I only love you… kiss me." Then she took the initiative to embrace him and give him a French kiss.

Actually, we are very loving, and she is devoted to me. I never thought she would cheat on me! Now I was getting really excited, so of course I didn't let her stop. I said, "DouDou, tell me everything and I can clear up my doubts. Otherwise, I keep having all sorts of wild thoughts every time I think about it, and it makes me really sad."

"Honey, I'm sorry for making you sad. Actually, nothing much happened afterward. Dave's fingers made my whole body go weak, and I couldn't resist. I couldn't control myself and came once in a moment of excitement. Then I was very tired, so Dave helped me to the room to sleep. I woke up after a while and came back." Seeing that my wife was still trying to lie, I chuckled to myself. I deliberately asked mischievously, "I bet you were all wet from excitement, panting and moaning. It felt so good, right?" "Honey, no, I wasn't thinking clearly at the time. I don't remember anything. I just know that it felt the best when I did it with you." At this point, my wife was already aroused. She pulled her nightgown up over her head, unhooked her bra, took off her panties, and took my hand to hold her swollen breasts.

I held my wife, kissing her from her neck to her earlobe, gently biting her ear and whispering that I loved her. My fingers slid between her legs, my middle finger exploring her vulva while my thumb rhythmically pressed her sensitive clitoris, making her tremble all over. Her vagina contracted repeatedly, the intense pleasure making her almost faint, experiencing ecstasy, as if reliving everything Dave had done to her. Suddenly, she trembled all over and orgasmed.

I stopped to admire her blissful expression until she caught her breath, then gently asked, "DouDou, how did it feel? Was it good?"

"Honey, you're so good, I love you!"

"If you love your woman, you should know how to make her happy, right?" I said.

Upon hearing this, my wife's eyes reddened, and she choked out, "Honey, I'm so sorry, I lied. Dave...they...they drugged and raped me!"

After all, my DouDou truly loved and respected me, which was why she confessed to me. How could I bear to blame her? Only by holding her tightly, completely naked, could I say, "DouDou, it's not your fault they drugged and raped you. Don't worry, tell me everything that happened last night, I won't blame you."

"Honey, you know I was half-drunk and half-awake when I was dancing. Dave used his finger techniques to make me feel good, and I was so tired I wanted to sleep. Dave was going to the bathroom then, so he led me to the sofa, gave me a glass of wine, and ran off. I unconsciously drank the wine sip by sip, and before Dave came back, I was already drunk and passed out on the sofa, even dropping the glass in my hand."

At this point, I thought I overheard Dave and the man's conversation at this moment. Presumably, Dave came back and saw his wife, dressed in a sexy outfit, lying unconscious on the sofa, her black lace lingerie barely visible under her white shirt, her legs slightly parted, her private parts completely exposed under her dark purple skirt, and then he helped her upstairs to fulfill his dream of possessing her.

"I don't really remember what happened next. I just felt someone pick up my limp body and say they were taking me to a room to rest. I vaguely felt myself being placed on the bed, and then I passed out, letting Dave and his friends do whatever they wanted with me.

I think they must have helped me up then, secretly unbuttoning my skirt and open-chested shirt, and even taking off my lace bra, stockings, and thong," my wife continued.

"Didn't they see everything?" I said casually.

"If only I had just watched. I don't know what they did to me or how they played with my body. I was just woken up by a strong stimulation. When I opened my eyes, I saw that they had all taken off their clothes and were sucking on my nipples, one on each side. I was startled and woke up. I struggled to get up, but Dave was on top of me. He spread my thighs apart and told the other guy, Mark, to hold my hands down. He then touched my already wet vaginal opening with his hot glans and thrust his penis inside me in one go..."

"Why didn't you resist? You even gave yourself away?" I asked.

"At that time, they held me down so I couldn't get up at all. After Dave inserted his penis into my vagina, he put my legs on his shoulders and started thrusting back and forth quickly. His thick, hard penis made me numb. Each thrust penetrated deep into my vagina, making my whole body weak and powerless. I had no strength left to resist. I wanted to stop it from continuing, but I controlled my body's natural reaction and naturally moaned under the intense pleasure."

"Did you come?" I asked my wife while playing with her breasts.

"Actually, Dave ejaculated very quickly, but for some reason the feeling was so intense. He was only on top of me for a few minutes, and I had two orgasms. After he finished, as soon as Dave pulled out, a lot of semen gushed out of my vagina. I lay limply on the bed, thinking it was finally over, but then..." At this moment, I couldn't help but imagine the sexy image of my wife's vulva, which had been penetrated, with thick semen flowing out.

"As soon as Dave got up, Mark, who had been holding me down, immediately took his place and climbed on top of me. Before I even knew what was happening, he thrust his penis inside me. I was stunned, unsure how to react.

It was bigger than Dave's, and if it weren't for Dave's semen as lubrication, it would have hurt terribly. His penis was thrusting rapidly and relentlessly deep inside me, giving me an unprecedented stimulation. I was having one orgasm after another, shamelessly screaming that I couldn't take it anymore! But Mark didn't slow down at all; instead, Dave joined in sucking on my nipples, making me even more aroused. I spread my legs wide to meet Mark's penetration. Soon I felt Mark..." His penis throbbed inside me, and he ejaculated all the semen he had been holding back, and I quickly reached another climax. Listening to my wife recount how she had been raped to the point of repeated orgasms, I was naturally aroused, and my wife was equally burning with desire, unable to control herself; we were practically on the verge of climaxing. Looking at my wife's face, I saw her expression was wanton, and she collapsed onto me. She finally restrained herself and took the initiative to pull down my pants, kneeling on top of me with her legs slightly apart, pulling out my already hard penis, and sitting on top of me, looking every bit the wanton

woman. Usually, when my wife makes love, it's the missionary position, with me in charge; I never imagined that after last night, she would become so alluring. She was alluring and seductive, with the allure of a mature woman! My wife pressed her lower body against mine, leaning back as if wanting me to penetrate her as deeply as possible. My hands instinctively caressed her full breasts, desperately raising my hips to match her rubbing motions. We were like dry tinder, ready to ignite at any moment, collapsing in less than three minutes, both reaching our climax together.

My wife hugged me tightly, kissing me and saying, "Oh...husband...oh...oh...ah...husband, I...ah...so good...ah...ah..." She breathed excitedly, her expression one of blissful ecstasy. After resting for a while, I asked her to tell me what had happened next.

"DouDou, according to you, Dave and Mark gang-raped you, not drugged you!" I said mischievously.

"Honey, it was definitely a date rape. After Mark finished, everything gradually calmed down, and I was so tired that I lay sprawled on the bed, too exhausted to sleep. Suddenly, I felt sticky semen flowing from my vagina. I immediately realized they had ejaculated inside me, and these past few days haven't been safe, so I started crying in panic. They found out and lied to me, saying they had a morning-after pill. Mark gave me two pills, and in my panic, I took them without hesitation and swallowed them with the wine he gave me."

I can't believe there really is such a stupid woman in the world, believing the man who just raped her. I thought I'd really lost out this time. I was initially angry, but then I got up, and my lust got the better of me, and I couldn't retaliate.

My penis had already gone soft after the orgasm, but it still hadn't withdrawn from my wife's vagina. When I thought about how Mark had drugged my wife, and that the real show was about to begin, I couldn't control my body's natural reaction, and it became erect again, thrusting into my wife's core. Although my wife couldn't see, her sensitive little hole could immediately sense the changes in my body. She gave me a nipple, and her whole body became aroused. She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist and hugged me tightly, rubbing her wet honey hole against my lower body, giving me an extremely comfortable feeling.

"Honey, how did you know I was sexually aroused even after being taken advantage of? Well, I'm not afraid to tell you everything that happened afterward. After I swallowed the drug with alcohol, I felt my heart beating very fast, my breathing becoming rapid, my body sweating, feeling hot all over, and my mind becoming hazy. Suddenly, I realized that all the boys who had stayed at the party had taken off their clothes and run into the room. I saw a group of muscular women with large penises surrounding the bed, looking at me. Although I was completely naked, I didn't feel the slightest bit of shame." "Honey, at that moment, I felt like my body was floating on clouds. I struggled to stand up unsteadily, but everything in the room seemed to be spinning. Just as I was about to fall, Mark took advantage of the situation, hugged me from behind, turned me around, and grabbed my hands." She spread her arms wide to the left and right, as if to display her body to everyone.

Seeing my glazed eyes, slurred speech, and limp body, they knew the drug was taking effect, and their hands began to grope my body. My

wife, looking embarrassed, continued, "I only know that someone kissed my neck, gently touched my earlobe with their lips, making me feel sore; someone played with my breasts, sucking on my nipples; someone kneaded between my legs, making me completely aroused. I don't know how many hands were caressing my entire body, or how many mouths were kissing me!" As she spoke, she clamped her legs around my penis, constantly twisting her waist and hips, a tingling sensation spreading throughout her body. She spoke breathlessly, her voice laced with sensual moans.

"I suddenly felt a jolt of electricity run through my lower body. Someone had stuck their tongue between my legs and was sucking on the mixture of my vaginal fluid and semen. My body throbbed, I tilted my head back, closed my eyes to enjoy it, and groaned loudly. Suddenly, a masculine scent flooded my brain. Johnny had placed his hard, thick penis in front of me, about to put it in my mouth." To encourage my wife to continue, I put my fingers under her body and rubbed her clitoris. I could feel her muscles trembling and her breathing heavily.

"Husband, you know I've always been afraid of using my mouth, but after being drugged, I became wild. Instead of pushing him away, I gently held his penis with my hand, teased his glans with the tip of my tongue, and then opened my mouth and swallowed the whole penis. Under my caresses, his penis grew larger and larger, making it hard for me to breathe. I really didn't expect a man to be so big, so I had to spit it out to catch my breath."

"With the drug and their double attack, my body felt increasingly strange, filled with desire and obvious sexual needs. I only knew I needed more intense pleasure, letting out heavy groans from deep in my throat, and babbling incoherently, lewdly calling for them to give it to me! I couldn't see who lifted my thighs and spread them apart, leaning over and inserting his penis into my body. I also lifted my buttocks to meet his movements, just wanting it to go deeper..." When she got to the tense part, I thrust upwards hard, and my wife's body trembled. Her fingertips drew long marks on my back, and she let out a long and sexy cry.

By this time, my wife was completely consumed by lust. She pushed me down forcefully, straddling my penis and grinding against it, as if reliving the unforgettable frenzy of the previous night. Between breaths, she continued, "That man flipped me over, relentlessly pounding his penis into my vagina, while another man spread my buttocks from behind with both hands, smearing his fingers on my vulva to lubricate my anus with his own fluids. Then I felt something unusually thick penetrate me from behind. The feeling of fullness and tearing pain made me open my mouth to scream, but no sound came out, because someone then shoved his penis into my mouth. I didn't care anymore, I sucked on it forcefully." At this moment, my wife's face showed excitement, her eyes narrowed to slits, feeling my thrusts into her.

I desperately pushed my penis into my wife's body, and she twisted her body to meet my movements. Then I replaced the unknown man's penis with my fingers, inserting them into my wife's anus. I felt as if my fingers were touching the penis inside her vagina. My wife's muscles suddenly tensed up as I did this, her eyes were tightly closed, her face was flushed, and she experienced another intense sexual climax while moaning.

"Oh...ah...ah...ah...I'm coming...oh...husband...oh...oh...ah...husband..." My wife's legs were wrapped around my buttocks, tightly clamped together, her vagina opening and closing naturally, as if trying to absorb the man's essence. My movements quickened, and I held her body tightly in my arms. With a fierce thrust, I erupted deep inside her vagina, spurting out a stream of hot fluid, and pleasure spread to every corner of her body.

My wife was still not satisfied and continued to tell her story: "Soon the man under me ejaculated, his penis leaving my body, but immediately a larger penis went in. I knew they were taking turns fucking me, all three holes of my body were being attacked by them in turn, but under the influence of alcohol and drugs, as long as it felt good, orgasm after orgasm, I didn't care how they operated, I just wanted to completely release my desire! They played with me for almost two hours, and I felt the muscles inside my vagina constantly twitching, and the fluid was flowing down my thighs. It was a wonderful experience I had never felt before."

After that, my wife tried to avoid contact with Dave as much as possible, hoping to forget about it as soon as possible, and I also thought that this matter should end there. But for some reason, the stimulation from that group sex that night ignited her lust. Even a month later, she secretly relived the image of being penetrated one after another by multiple men, masturbating while thinking about the scene. Not

long after, Dave suddenly called her. She saw it was him, and although she knew it was wrong, she couldn't help but answer. Once something like this happens, it will happen again and again. Her wife was taken out by Dave and his gang, and naturally, they drove her wild again. Perhaps the stimulation of group sex increased her sexual desire.

From then on, her wife became increasingly sexually frustrated, her mind filled with images of having sex with Dave and his gang. At first, she was alright, pretending to be respectable in front of her husband, but soon she couldn't help but actively seek them out, completely losing control.

[The End]

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