An unforgettable memory

My beloved, may this letter be a gift from heaven.
It's been a long time since we last contacted each other. We once vowed never to speak again, but with the passing years, I think your hatred has faded somewhat.
I am now old and frail, and you must be gray-haired by now. I want to tell you about what happened back then. I don't want to be buried with a guilty conscience, only to be cursed by you pointing at my grave.
I spend long nights drinking tea, reflecting on my life. I've been kind to most people, except for you; you are unforgivable. This letter… consider it my confession.
I originally intended to type it out using modern messaging apps, but writing it down might give me more time to think. Perhaps, the ink can convey a touch of humanity, a sliver of warmth and affection for you.
I'm sorry that bringing those things up now might remind you of those unpleasant memories. But if I don't speak of them, I might forever remain the sinner in your heart, the one who ruined you. But I want to say: it wasn't me. It was those people.
Do you remember when you were 35, mature and alluring, arriving at the company with the confidence and arrogance of a successful person? Although I was a few years older than you, I had to look up to you, because I was captivated by your beauty at first sight, even knowing you were already married.
You probably don't know how many young men and middle-aged men my age secretly harbored fantasies about you, only to be deterred by your seriousness, dedication, and seemingly aloofness at work.
I tried so hard to get closer to you. Do you know how happy I was when I finally secured a place in your office and could see you every day? I was ecstatic.
The successful development of those drugs was actually to win a smile from you. Even though I lived and ate in the lab for a month, when the results were presented to you, and you gave me a thumbs-up in praise, I felt all the hardship was worth it. Because in that short time, I realized I had fallen in love with you. Since the
divorce, family has always been a burden to me, just as I am still single now. At that time, you were in my dreams, because in reality, you belonged to someone else. So it's only in dreams that I can...hehe...you don't know why those things happened later. If I don't tell you, you'll never know.
You remember that sildenafil citrate improvement project, right? You should remember, because the day the approval documents were handed to you after the successful submission of the results was your thirty-sixth birthday. Although you were in charge of the project, I did all the work. You said you were proud of me, and I said, because of you, I'm proud of myself. We said that while we were drinking, didn't we? That was the first time I met your husband, Zhao Xiaoping.
You shouldn't have brought him along, really.
I drank too much, and you all drank too much too. Everyone left, but I fell asleep in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, smelling my own stench.
You shouldn't have brought him along, really.
What was wrong with you that day? How could you let him drag you into the bathroom, even though it was late at night, even though the company was already empty, I was still there. It was that stall door with the broken key that made me see everything I'll never be able to let go of in my life.
You were kissing so loudly, really, I was woken up.
He's a beast.
I don't want to remember that day, yet it's haunted me for over thirty years. It's a profound memory, only to be burned away by fire, reduced to ashes.
How dare you! Were you drunk? That's what I thought at the time, because I didn't believe you would do such a thing. But when you pushed away Zhao Xiaoping from your kiss and bent down to take off your stockings, I saw your upturned buttocks and a glint of moisture in the shadow of your cleft. I felt a little suffocated, but I could only take slow, deep breaths, afraid of fainting and missing the scene I didn't want to see, yet still wanted to witness.
I wanted to know what you, the one I loved, would do.
You took off your stockings, and your bare buttocks looked white, plump, and round under the bright bathroom light. I heard Zhao Xiaoping tell you to put your hands behind your back, and then he used the stockings to tie your hands behind your back, and then you naturally squatted down. Haha, you actually used your mouth to hold his zipper and used your mouth to nudge his penis. Do you know, right behind you, there was a pair of eyes watching your split buttocks, the brown anus amidst the white, smooth flesh, and the pink, tender flesh of your vulva revealed through the crack.
He unbuttoned your clothes, didn't he? The white shirt was undone and caught on your arm, and then I heard his hand slap your breast. I realized you hadn't worn a bra all night; no wonder you didn't take off your blazer. Ah, later I learned what it felt like when clothes rub against nipples. It was rare to see your face so red when you drank.
I've always loved your voice, but I never imagined your moans would be even more intoxicating. And at that moment, your moaning sounds were like a knife stabbing into my heart.
"Slut... what's this?" I heard Zhao Xiaoping say.
"This... is breasts..." you answered, your voice tinged with fear but also with excitement.
The answer seemed wrong, because Zhao Xiaoping slapped your breast again. "No, say it again..." Zhao Xiaoping said fiercely.
"Yes... yes..." were you thinking, or was it something else? Why don't you answer?
"Answer, you slutty bitch..." Zhao Xiaoping's hand pinched your nipple, squeezing and kneading it hard with his fingertips.
"Ugh...husband...my nipples hurt..." Your buttocks trembled slightly as you squatted down with your legs spread apart, which must have been quite a burden on your high heels.
Zhao Xiaoping slapped your nipple again. Ha...do you know what I saw? You probably wouldn't notice because your senses were probably all focused on your nipples, while a drop of liquid was dripping from between your buttocks, stretching and swaying in the air.
"It's...a bitch's tits...it's a bitch's slutty tits...it's a slut's breasts, it's my husband's dog tits, Chen Xianyu is my husband's big slutty bitch, a wanton slut, a slutty bitch who likes her husband to play with her tits..." You said loudly, your words becoming smoother and louder.
"Louder, keep talking, say you're a bitch, a whore, a cock sheath, a urinal waiting to be fucked..." Zhao Xiaoping's shoe reached between your legs, the toe flicking upwards. A drop of liquid clung to the shoe and flowed back onto your vulva. As the shoe rubbed against your swollen labia, more liquid dripped onto the shoe.
You shouted, was it the alcohol, or the excitement of the environment?
Only when Zhao Xiaoping's penis was shoved into your mouth did you make muffled swallowing and sucking sounds. He grabbed your hair and fucked you. Please forgive me for saying this, because I can't find any other words to describe your actions.
He was fucking you. After a few thrusts, he pulled your head back, and I saw dark pubic hair in front of your nose, and his penis...it was
deep throating.
I saw your back heaving; was it from being fucked to the point of vomiting? Zhao Xiaoping seemed to show no mercy. He pulled his penis out, then thrust it back in as if it were a pair of fleshy succubi. Before you could even catch your breath, it was shoved into your mouth again.
What was flowing down your buttocks was probably urine; even with your mouth being penetrated, urine was flowing from below. Squatting down was so nice; I could see the liquid gushing from your vagina like a showerhead. It looked beautiful, but it was a pity about those high heels.
I really wanted to see you wearing those shoes to and from work for the next day, the third day, and even for the next week. But what happened next was even more unimaginable.
You finally started gagging, and I noticed something interesting, you know what? You wouldn't have noticed if I didn't tell you.
When you gaggled, your anus was also contracting and relaxing, as if all the pores in your body were moving in unison. It was quite amusing.
Zhao Xiaoping seemed to enjoy insulting you, and you seemed to enjoy it. He called you a bitch, a slut, a sex toy, and you excitedly reached for his penis with your mouth, wanting to be fucked until tears, snot, and saliva streamed down your face?
You seemed to enjoy it.
He grabbed your hair, roughly pulled you to your feet, took off your high heels, and straddled the edge of the toilet. What were you going to do?
When I saw you sticking your ass out, rubbing your vagina up and down against the edge of the toilet, I realized that such a thing was possible, and I could finally see your breasts.
Your hands were tied behind your back, seemingly to make your breasts stand out more. Hmm, your nipples were a little red and swollen, like small dates hanging from the white flesh of your breasts. With each rub, your breasts swayed, making me dizzy—they were so big.
You were rubbing so hard, I could even hear the sound of skin rubbing against ceramic. At this moment, Zhao Xiaoping slapped your face with his penis, and I saw a look of enjoyment on your face. Or rather, at this moment, you were truly lewd and depraved. It wasn't until later that I realized you truly embodied all the traits of a slut, a whore, and a slut. Most women are at most slutty, at most wanton, but you were truly depraved.
"Husband, I want to eat your big dick, um... my pussy is so itchy, husband, fuck this bitch..." You rubbed your labia up and down, and I imagine your anus was also itching from rubbing against the edge of the urine-stained urinal.
Zhao Xiaoping seemed to enjoy seeing your lewd and depraved appearance. He held your chin with his hand, forcing you to open your mouth.
This didn't seem to be the first time, but rather the nth time. You stopped, opened your mouth to look at him, and what you saw was his erect penis. It wasn't as long, as thick, or as dark as mine.
He swung it, slapping it against your face with a loud thud. "Does the bitch want to eat her husband's penis?" he said.
Why didn't you speak? Why did your face show such longing? Only when his penis urinated, the yellowish-brown stream shooting into your mouth, did you let out a long "hmm" and swallow it down, completely oblivious to the urine spilling onto your breasts and clothes.
You started moving your hips slightly again, your cunt rubbing against the toilet bowl, and then I saw drops of juice dripping from the bottom edge.
Zhao Xiaoping seemed to know how to play; he urinated a little, watching you swallow. He asked if it tasted good.
Xianyu, you're so shameless! Not only did you agree it tasted good, you even sucked on his glans. He urinated in your mouth, the urine dripping down your chin and onto your shoes.
I took off my pants, and could only masturbate myself, separated by just a door. I guess I could only ejaculate on the door.
Zhao Xiaoping finally finished peeing, and you were soaking wet. I could smell a strong stench of urine, and the smell of beer.
He finally fucked you, pressing you down in the urinal, your head resting on the spot where the man's urine sprayed out, where there was a persistent, pale yellow urine stain that you were rubbing your cheek against.
He picked up his high heels, inserted the heel into your anus, and silently fucked you while listening to your moans.
I've read many novels where women, when being fucked, shout loudly, "Harder, deeper!" Why don't you do that? You only moan lasciviously, rhythmically making "hmm...hmm..." sounds as his penis penetrates deeper into your vagina.
Do you like being spanked? Zhao Xiaoping grabbed your stockings with one hand and slapped your ass hard with the other. I could imagine his penis thrusting deep inside, tearing your labia open so they were wrapped around it, and your lower abdomen slamming against your high heels, as if two people were fucking you at the same time.
As I breathed heavily, watching you two masturbate, Zhao Xiaoping said, "Bitch, is it good?"
"Ugh...fuck me...fuck me to death..."
"Find another man to fuck you together, find a bunch of men to gang rape you, okay?"
"Mmm...drink your piss...ugh...my asshole feels so good...eat your cum...let you fuck me to death...ugh..."
"You're a fucking slut, a whore, a bitch who needs to be fucked."
You twisted your ass, seemingly even more excited. Zhao Xiaoping pressed your shoulder and said, "Lick the toilet bowl clean...slutty bitches should lick and eat this filthy stuff...and your shoes..." He said, throwing your high heels into the toilet.
My eyes widened, I couldn't believe it. You obediently stuck out your tongue and licked the surface of the high heels, inhaling deeply. After diligently cleaning the shoes, you then licked the filth in the toilet bowl while moaning loudly.
"Fuck..." Zhao Xiaoping seemed to be approaching, speeding up, and your buttocks responded, no longer licking, but burying your face in the toilet bowl, making muffled sounds, each one higher than the last.
Suddenly, Zhao Xiaoping pulled you up, his semen spraying onto your face. You responded, closing your eyes and opening your mouth to catch it.
But for you, this seemed to be just the beginning.
The high heels in your anus fell to the ground due to the wriggling of your anus, and you rubbed the edge of the toilet bowl again with your cunt and anus.
Zhao Xiaoping started slapping you, *slap...slap...
* forcefully, rhythmically.
He slapped your face, slapped your breasts, the semen and urine on his hands making a crisp sound as they hit you. Then I saw your eyes closed, your buttocks spinning rapidly over the toilet bowl, the hard object rubbing against your labia. Your breasts seemed even more swollen and sagging, swaying from side to side with each slap. A muffled sound came from your throat, then you opened your mouth. After he slapped your breasts hard, you erupted, your body trembling and convulsing, your long legs swinging wildly. Then you bent over and almost collapsed to the ground. Zhao Xiaoping caught you, and you were still trembling.
That's all I'll say, because I also ejaculated. I've never felt so good, and I've never felt so painful.
You should know some of what happened after that. I got close to Zhao Xiaoping. He used to like cuckolding, which gave me an opportunity. The byproduct in the lab was an upgraded version of sildenafil citrate, but I didn't know what the side effects were. While Zhao Xiaoping was picking you up, he secretly took thirty crystals. He thought they were just normal products, but we only found out later that just two pills could cause heart failure.
Ha… At that time, I both loved and hated you. After the first time I slept with Zhao Xiaoping, I quit my job. I think you understand, we can no longer work at the same company. Your lewdness and depravity will make it impossible for me, who has slept with you, to be as submissive as before in front of you, and you will no longer be able to scold me as usual.
That day, Zhao Xiaoping said you were horny, so I went. He was watching you pour beer into your anus and then stuff a bottle in to fill it again.
There were clothespins on your breasts, and even on your labia. But when I saw how excited you were, drinking beer and fiddling with your clitoris, without any sense of shame about my arrival, I knew that you were already completely aroused, like a bitch willing to let Zhao Xiaoping play with your body and enjoy the increasingly deeper pleasure.
At that moment, I knew that what I loved wasn't what I had imagined, but that didn't stop me from loving you.
Zhao Xiaoping said he wanted to sandwich you, and you were excited. We did it once or twice, and I, who liked playing with your ass, was happy to do it with him like that. You probably liked it even more.
It seemed he had fucked you before I arrived; your vagina and asshole were loose, and he lasted a really long time.
Do you remember, Xianyu, after I ejaculated in your asshole, he lasted for almost half an hour, taking turns fucking your asshole and vagina before ejaculating inside your vagina. He was stroking his limp penis and even wanted to lick your asshole again, making you squat down and squeeze the semen out of your asshole onto his face. At that moment, I didn't realize that this would be his last act of madness.
You were so excited, squatting down right in front of me, hands on your knees, letting me see your fat cunt that I'd fucked countless times, watching the lustful fluid seeping from the swollen labia, mixing with his second ejaculation, flowing from your perineum and gathering at your anus. I watched your slightly everted anus writhe, the swollen opening parting, a drop of white fluid splashing with a "plop" onto Zhao Xiaoping's face.
He wanted it again, but couldn't get an erection. He made me use my fingers to tease your cunt, and my thumb to press into your burning anus, watching you kneel before him and give him oral sex.
You moaned loudly, hoping he would get an erection again, drag you into the bathroom, shove your head into the toilet, and fuck your cunt and anus.
But he didn't get an erection, while I did. I fucked you from behind, slapping your ass hard, watching your buttocks ripple with each slap.
He backed away, using his penis to guide your mouth, while I, like an old man driving a cart, fucked you from behind, making you crawl forward on your knees.
He retreated to the coffee table, which you didn't see because his penis blocked your view. He picked up the medicine bottle, and the moment he took out the pill and threw it into his mouth, I realized he had taken that byproduct, that byproduct with unknown side effects.
I didn't care at the time; taking one wouldn't matter. I had taken one when I fucked you at the karaoke bar, and you even peed on the big screen on the sofa in the private room—that was my masterpiece. So, I thought it was just a spice of life, or an upgrade.
He got hard soon enough, very hard. Aren't you happy? Let me sit down, you sit between my legs, my penis still inside your ass, then have him crawl over, first licking your cunt, he even licked my penis and your ass before fucking you.
Your moans were so loud, my hand holding your breasts felt a little numb, your nipples became very hard, really, I'm not lying. I could feel his penis churning inside your vagina, squeezing mine. Your vagina and anus were twitching, contracting as he penetrated you.
Until he suddenly roared.
Then the world went silent.
Xianyu, I know you've always blamed me. Of course, the rumors people spread afterward weren't entirely true. If they knew my penis was still inside your anus, they would say you were a slut, a woman who lived only for sex, not the kind of widow who brought bad luck to her husband that was rumored at the time.
As for the drug, I can only tell you that the finished products in the lab were all recorded. Thirty pills were missing, and although I didn't report it, I was secretly searching for them. After he died, I checked the bottle; there were only 27 pills inside.
Okay, I've explained. I don't think I'll have that kind of memory again.
I wonder if your incontinence has improved. If you haven't had any intense orgasms these past few years, it probably has. Please take good care of yourself. I probably don't have much time left. I wanted to ask for your forgiveness, but I'm afraid it's impossible.
If there's an afterlife, haha, would you believe it? If there is, I think I can meet you before him.
Farewell
,
May 14, 2019, night.
Written by Zhang Fei.
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