The Bride of Seven Men

Everyone at my wedding probably didn't notice anything unusual. The bride was actually half an hour late, but when she walked down the aisle in her beautiful white dress, she still looked stunning and radiant. She walked right up to me and whispered in my ear,
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," I replied softly.
If anyone had overheard our conversation, they would have assumed she was thanking me for a wedding gift, but they would have been wrong.
The wedding ceremony went very smoothly. When I kissed my bride, I noticed the taste of semen on her lips, but I wasn't surprised at all.
In the most luxurious banquet hall of the four-star hotel, my bride and I danced gracefully, cut the cake hand in hand, and drank from the same cup. Finally, the banquet ended, and after seeing off the guests, we took the elevator to our presidential suite.
We entered the luxurious living room, where the hotel had prepared champagne and flowers for us. However, there was a videotape on a small coffee table. My wife picked it up and handed it to me with a mischievous smile.
"Do you want to watch it now?" she asked shyly.
I nodded without saying a word, though I wasn't sure what to do.
I had previously asked the hotel to install a VCR in my room. I went to the television, turned on the high-definition screen, and put the videotape in the player. As I turned around after putting the tape in, my wife was lifting her skirt, taking off her white stockings and underwear. She handed me the underwear and then sat down on the leather sofa.
I brought the underwear to my nose and sniffed, smelling her body odor and another scent... semen! Another man's semen. The underwear was wet, and her stockings were soaked too. Luckily, the bride's dress was long, otherwise someone would have noticed that semen was constantly flowing from her vulva down her thighs.
I sat down next to her, picked up the remote, and pressed "play."
Perhaps I should start from the beginning.
I was a "digital upstart." When I was in college, I came up with an idea and put it online. This idea was considered to have great potential, so I started developing software and marketing it online. It took me seven years, and it also ruined my first marriage.
I married my first wife right after graduating from school. She was the epitome of a virtuous wife and loving mother. I wanted to spend my life with her, have a child, and grow old together. She shared this plan and also wanted a child. Although she enjoyed sex, she was too conservative and didn't want our sex life to be more varied or interesting. Plus, I felt I had already done my best. Moreover, my company was in its early stages at the time, and I was working 80 to 100 hours a week. I remember one Christmas, I only managed to spend eight hours with her at home.
Five years into our marriage, my wife gave me a divorce agreement. Everything except the company went to her. I only took my clothes, CDs, computer, and 1,000 yuan in cash. The agreement clearly stated that I wouldn't have to pay her alimony.
After a year, the company's business improved significantly. I started hiring employees to help, and our products became popular. I became a multi-millionaire, and when another, even larger company acquired my company, I became a billionaire. I sold the company and retired, keeping only 10% of my initial investment. That profit alone was enough for me, and my wealth continued to grow.
My ex-wife wanted to come back to me, wanted a share of the profits, and even demanded alimony. But by then, I could afford the best lawyers in the world to deal with her. That bitch wouldn't get a single penny from me!
Regardless, I felt it was time to find another wife, someone commensurate with my status and position. I had only three requirements: First, she had to be a great beauty with a fantastic figure. Second, she had to be energetic in bed, enjoy trying new things, and be very daring. Third, she had to laugh out loud at my jokes. Having
set these standards, I started contacting many models.
With my wealth, finding a beautiful woman should have been a piece of cake, but it still took me almost two years to find a woman who met all three criteria.
Her name was Jingru. She was very tall, a full 173 centimeters, and her voice was as high-pitched as her height. She had long, straight legs, long hair, and big eyes. Her full breasts and round, pert buttocks were incredibly sexy.
The first time we went on a date, she wore a very short red mini-suit. "If this outfit were any smaller, I might get arrested," I said. When she heard my incredibly silly joke, her laughter was absolutely captivating, and she passed both of my tests.
Finally, she was incredibly horny in bed; every pore on her body was usable. This was the first time in my life I'd ever done it three times in one night!
We had a lot of fun together. I had sex with her on trips, at auctions, and even while racing cars. However, she had a bit of a quirk. I couldn't go to her place without calling her beforehand, and I had to be there on time, no earlier, no later. But I didn't mind at all, because she had the right to her privacy, and being on time was just politeness.
Six months later, I proposed to her with a huge diamond. She kissed me deeply and agreed to marry me.
"Do you know what a proposal means?" she asked with a slightly shy smile.
"What?" I asked, sensing a hidden meaning.
"No more sex..."
I was startled, thinking I'd misheard. "What do you mean?" I asked.
"No more sex until our honeymoon," she said. "I promise it'll be more fun that way."
"Are you kidding?" I asked.
"No," she shook her head.
What the hell! We'd just agreed to get married. I naively thought it was her plan.
Two months before the wedding, I picked her up from her apartment in my new car and took her to my private lawyer's office. He presented her with a prenuptial agreement to sign. She carefully read the agreement first, then looked at me. This was the first time she had looked at me without joy in her eyes.
"Can I speak to him privately?" she asked my lawyer.
"I can keep anything we discuss here confidential."
"No," she insisted, "we must speak alone."
My lawyer shrugged, wearing his $30,000 suit, and walked out of the office, closing the door behind him.
"What's wrong?" I asked. "It's just a standard prenuptial agreement, and the terms are very good. In case we divorce, you can receive 15 to 30 million in alimony every year until you remarry or one of us dies."
"That's less than one percent of your assets." She knew how much I had.
I couldn't deny it. "Then what do you want?"
"I'll sign this agreement."
"And then?" I asked.
"Do you love me?"
"Yes, of course I do," maybe. "Is that all?"
"No." She put the agreement back on the lawyer's desk and stood up.
She was wearing a green silk suit, which looked absolutely stunning with her hairstyle. The skirt was very short, and she pulled it up. I didn't know what she was up to. She pulled down her expensive stockings to her knees, then down her three-thousand-yuan pair of expensive panties, and inserted her long, flawless middle finger into her vagina. Then she pulled it out, her entire finger wet. She placed her finger on my upper lip, and I smelled her vaginal fluid and another odor. She inserted her finger into her vagina again, this time deeper. When she pulled it out, it was covered in some white, sticky fluid. She held it to my nose again, and I immediately understood what that smell was...it was semen!
We hadn't had sex for a week; this semen couldn't be mine.
"What the hell?" I asked.
"Do you love me?"
I looked at her without saying a word.
"Will you marry me?"
"Yes," I admitted.
She put her underwear and pantyhose back on and sat down again. She took my hand, still clutching the diamond ring.
"Ah Hong," she said, "I'm not a woman who can stay with one man forever. I love you, and you're a wonderful lover, but sometimes, uh... often, I need to have good sex."
"Are you kidding me?" I was angry, jealous, and... a little excited.
“I’ve always been this way, and I always will be. These are my conditions. If you agree, I’ll sign.” She pointed to the agreement: “To be your lovely wife.” Just
as I was about to object, she interrupted my thoughts: “I know what you think, but I don’t care. I’ll let you do whatever you want, but you have to let me do whatever I want.”
“Do whatever you want? You mean you can have sex with other people everywhere?”
She nodded: “Yes.”
I didn’t know what to say.
“When was the last time you had sex?” I don’t know why I asked that, maybe out of curiosity!
“Just before I came here.”
“With whom?” If that person were someone I knew, I would be furious.
“A man,” she replied.
"Hmph, thank goodness, it wasn't a donkey."
She laughed. "I haven't tried that yet. That man I met at the bar, he was a black guy, I think his name was Paul..."
I glared at her. "I think? You're such a slut!"
She nodded, but without a hint of shame. "Yes, I am a slut, but if you're willing, I can be your personal slut."
These words stunned me. The phrase "my personal slut" kept swirling in my mind. As soon as I heard it, my penis got hard. When my ex-wife was with me, I always hoped she would be more slutty, but I never succeeded. Now, this opportunity was in front of me. I could have my slut. If she divorced me, no one would know about this. But the question was: could I handle it?
"What did you do with that black guy?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"What did you do?"
"I slept with him."
"No, I mean how. How did you meet him? Where did you go? What did you do?"
"You want the details?"
"Yes." I insisted; if she was going to be my slut, then it had to start now.
She let go of my hand, sat up straight, and looked into the distance, reflecting on the incident.
“I know some bars,” she began, “a lot of men go there after their night shifts. I always drive to a hospital first, because there’s a taxi stand there. I take a taxi to a bar that’s still open, and then I have the driver wait for me outside. I go inside and find someone to have sex with me. I saw Paul sitting in a bar drinking beer the other day.”
“What were you wearing?” I asked.
“What does it matter?”
“I want to know.” I couldn’t believe I wanted to know everything.
"I was wearing a mini leather skirt, black fishnet stockings, black garter stockings, and a black lace-up tight t-shirt that showed off my flat stomach. I had a lot of hairspray and styling my hair thickly."
"What happened after you went into the bar?"
"Besides a few men, there was only the bartender and an old woman, all of them black. They kept watching me walk in. Paul was the youngest of them, but he was probably around fifty. I went over and sat on the bar stool next to him. I knew that if I sat down, my underwear would be exposed, but I didn't care. Paul kept looking down, and I knew what he was looking at."
She kept telling her story, while I started touching my penis through my pants. Jingru had already been touching her breasts and genitals through her clothes.
"'Can you buy me a drink?' I asked him. He ordered me a cheap beer, which was awful."
My fiancée always drinks fine beer.
"I don't know what he was thinking of me. He asked my name, and I told him I was 'Little Phoenix.' He asked if I worked nearby. I said no. Then I asked him if he knew anywhere he could take me. He said I could come to his car. I told him I had a better idea, and then I deliberately slid off the bar stool, pulling up my skirt and revealing my underwear. Everyone in the bar could see it clearly. I slowly pulled down my skirt and said, 'Come with me.'"
As she spoke, she put her hand inside her skirt and masturbated through her pantyhose. I also pulled down my zipper, took out my penis, and started masturbating. We looked at each other with lust in our eyes.
“I led him into the women’s restroom,” she continued. “I knelt down, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his penis. For an older man, it was quite nice; his foreskin wasn’t circumcised. I stuck my tongue inside his foreskin and tasted his penis, and he immediately got hard. So I started sucking with my mouth, using a deep throat technique. Before long, my nose was pressed against his pubic hair, and his testicles were against my chin.”
"After I sucked for five minutes, he started to ejaculate. He held my head and begged me to swallow his semen, which made me even more aroused. After swallowing his semen, I stood up, turned around with my back to him, bent over, held onto the toilet with one hand, and lifted my skirt with the other, pulling down my underwear. 'Fuck me!' I told him, and he said, 'No problem, you filthy bitch.' Then he put his dick in my pussy."
"He grabbed my buttocks, pulled me towards him, and started thrusting. While he was fucking me, he kept calling me 'stinking bitch, little whore.' Soon I started to orgasm, and he told me he was going to ejaculate. So I yelled, 'Ejaculate inside me!' He roared and ejaculated. There was so much semen, it seemed like he was going to keep going. I orgasmed again, my legs went weak, and luckily he caught me, otherwise I would have definitely fallen to the ground."
When she talked about the man ejaculating, I also started to ejaculate. I tried to ejaculate on my hands, but there was just too much, so some semen still dripped onto my pants.
"After a while, I regained my strength, turned around and kissed him on the cheek, telling him he had done a great job. He smiled as I put on my underwear and pulled up my skirt. When I walked out of the bar, everyone was looking at me; they must all know what I had just done. Then I got a taxi and went back to where I had parked. The driver kept looking at me in the rearview mirror; he must have known what I had done, and his gaze only fueled my desire. But at that moment, I had to go home because I wanted to masturbate and have another orgasm."
As she said she wanted another orgasm, she masturbated and had one as well. It took her a while to regain her senses.
"Then I changed all my clothes except my underwear, because I wanted to remember the passion we just had, and then I waited for you to pick me up."
I looked into her bright eyes. She was my slut, and I loved her. I had made up my mind. I loved my slut.
"Okay," I said softly.
"What?" she asked.
"Okay," I emphasized, "I want you to be my slut, as long as you agree to two conditions. You can sleep with whomever you want."
"What?"
"If I ask you to tell me all the details, you have to tell me the truth."
"No problem," she replied with a mischievous smile.
"Also, to be my slut, you can't refuse any sexual requests I make."
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"Can you sign the agreement?"
She picked up the agreement and said, "Give me the pen."
"We also need a witness," I said, "We need to call the lawyer in."
I took some tissues from the lawyer's desk and tried to wipe the semen off my pants, but some stains remained in my crotch area, which seemed impossible to remove. I stood up, zipped up my pants, and went to open the door.
"Ah Hong," Jingru said.
"Hmm?"
She pointed to her upper lip. I didn't understand what she meant at first, but then I realized what she meant. So I took another tissue and wiped Jingru's love juice and Paul's semen off my face, then threw the tissue in the trash can before opening the door to call the lawyer in.
From the lawyer's expression, I guessed he already knew what had happened. He probably thought Jingru had just asked me to have sex with her, begging me not to let her sign the prenuptial agreement, or that I was afraid of my wife.
He sat on his huge leather back, leaning forward. "Have you two reached an agreement?" He seemed to genuinely believe I wasn't insisting on signing the agreement.
"Yes, we've reached an agreement," I said.
"Ahong, I'm your lawyer, and also your friend," he said. "I'm going to stand by your rights."
"What are you talking about?" I said. "She's about to sign."
"Give me the pen," Jingru said. "Where do I sign?"
The lawyer seemed surprised. He handed Jingru a pen and pointed to the signature area. We both signed and left.
I kept looking at her in the car; she was still as beautiful as ever. "My slut," I thought, "I can just divorce her when I get tired of her; the alimony isn't high." But what was I thinking?
Our relationship changed after that day. Before, we often went to upscale restaurants, and my topics were always politics, computers, the internet, and cars, while she always talked about her work (marketing) or the jokes about her silly friends. This bothered me a bit. She planned to quit working after getting married, and I didn't like her friends either, so I didn't know what we would talk about after marriage. But now everything has changed. She likes to talk to me about her sex life, and she talks so much that I don't even have a chance to interject.
Jingru would usually tell me in a very low voice that she had sex with a random stranger twice a week. Sometimes she would tell me that she had sex with two or three people at the same time. I would often feel the urge to violate her halfway through the conversation, but she would always stop me with a passionate kiss at the crucial moment. Sometimes I was lucky enough to touch her breasts through her bra. My hands never went below her waist. She always whispered in my ear that after the wedding, I would be able to have her completely.
Once, I arrived at her apartment earlier than we agreed on a time. I don't know why I did it; I felt like I just wanted to see her being raped.
She answered the door, wearing only a t-shirt and underwear. She seemed surprised to see me; her hair was messy and slick, with something stuck to it. But she let me in and even kissed me; her breath tasted a bit like semen.
"I'm about to take a shower," she said.
"What's in your hair?" I asked.
She laughed loudly, "Oh, that must be semen. I just gave a blowjob to a poor boy, and he ejaculated all over my face. I wiped the semen off my face, but I didn't notice he also ejaculated on my hair. I really enjoy giving him a blowjob; he's young and cute. But I'm getting tired of it because I've done it too many times. It's just that he lives very close to me, so I don't have to bother looking for men."
A week before the wedding, we met for the last time. She actually said that we couldn't see each other again until the wedding, and then she left without looking back. I think she enjoys tormenting me.
"What do you want for the wedding?" she turned to me and asked.
I shrugged. I have everything; what more could I want? But what I want, only she can give me.
“During our honeymoon, you can only have sex with me.”
She thought for a moment, “Okay,” she finally said, “only for a month, I think I can manage.”
Then I asked her, “What do you want for our wedding?”
She looked at me, knowing I could buy her anything, even a small country.
Finally, she told me, “…uh, I have to be satisfied first before I can spend a whole month with you…”
Even though she was a slut, I was still quite surprised to hear her say that, but I would do my best.
I found a “marriage consulting company” to prepare for our wedding, which would be held in a large cathedral in the city center. I chose this cathedral because it was grand, not because of my religion, and of course, it cost me a lot of money. After the ceremony, the limousine would pick us up and take us to a grand hotel. We had arranged a lavish reception, inviting 600 families and some close friends. To save time, we booked a room in the hotel's presidential suite.
The next day, the limousine would take us to the airport, and then we would go to a private island in the Caribbean for our honeymoon. I think none of this would appeal to her. Everything was handled by the consulting company, but I had to prepare the wedding gift.
At first, I didn't know what to do. I drove around aimlessly, and then I saw an adult bookstore. I went in and looked at the newly released adult films. Some of the film production companies were nearby, so I bought them. I took them home and watched them all. I thought the films produced by a company called "Samurai Film Company" were the best. After searching online, I found their address.
Their company was nearby. When I arrived, the receptionist was a very beautiful girl with a large bust.
She asked me what I needed.
"I'd like to see your manager."
"And you are?"
"Show him my business card." I gave her three thousand dollars.
She picked up the phone and spoke to someone: "Someone wants to see you, sir... no, he didn't say, but he gave me three thousand dollars... yes, he said it was his business card." She hung up and said to me, "He'll be right out."
The man was a middle-aged bald man with a large beer belly. He introduced himself first, then asked for my name. When I told him my name, his eyes widened.
"Aren't you that famous person online, the one who's incredibly rich now? I've seen you in the newspaper."
"Haha... I'm not as rich as Bill Gates," I laughed.
"What can I do for you?"
"Do you have your own office?"
"Of course, come with me."
He led me to a small office with a cheap desk and a folding chair, and the room was piled high with pornographic films.
"Our latest work," he pointed to a videotape, "Saving Ryan's Big Chicken."
I chuckled and jokingly asked, "Are you making 'Adult Toy Story'?"
"Yes," he laughed, "We're starting filming next week, and the scenes are in this office."
"Sir, I really like your work, so I'd like to ask you to make a film for me."
The man leaned forward slightly: "What kind of film?"
I didn't answer his question: "Can you provide... that... uh... male actor?"
"Of course, I have as much as you need. You want to make an adult film?"
I took out a stack of thousand-dollar bills from my pocket and placed them on the table. "Here's thirty thousand dollars. If it's not enough, just say so. That's right, I want to make an adult film. If anyone else in your company sees this film, I'll find a way to bankrupt your company. Trust me, I definitely have that power. My wealth will definitely make it happen."
He nodded. "Don't worry, only I and my staff will be able to see it."
"Okay," I said. "I'll cover your costs, and I'll also add three hundred thousand dollars as your compensation. If I like the film you make, I'll add another one hundred and fifty thousand dollars as a bonus. It has to be completed in one afternoon."
"What's the job?"
I explained the job to him. He seemed to like the idea.
“I’ll put my current filming plans on hold and fully support you,” he said. “Let me handle it!”
“Can you shoot in high definition?”
The man nodded. “I can rent cameras and editing systems, but you’ll have to cover the costs.”
“I knew you could do it,” I laughed. “I’ll take care of that.”
“St. Mark’s Church, Saturday morning at 11 a.m., don’t be late. The wedding is at 2 p.m. You need to sneak in. There’s a back door at the back of the church, and I’ll make sure it’s not locked.” I gave him detailed instructions on how to get in.
The man’s smile was silly.
"Sir," I said in a slightly threatening tone, "don't mess this up."
"No problem, don't worry."
The day finally arrived, the weather was perfect, and I bribed the church caretaker not to lock the back door. I arrived at the church an hour before the ceremony began, and the wedding consultant came to meet me. She was short, a fat middle-aged woman who looked like a lemon.
"Jingru won't let me into the dressing room, but I need to check her clothes and makeup..."
I raised my hands. "It's her big day," I said. "Let her be alone. I'm sure she'll let you in once she's ready."
"But her bridesmaid is with her. I don't know what they're doing."
I looked at my Rolex. Now, I know what she's doing, but I don't know what her bridesmaid—her high school classmate—is doing in the dressing room. I patted the woman's arm: "Don't worry, it's okay." I decided not to let her near the dressing room, so I said, "Please go to the hotel first and see if everything else is ready."
"But I have to..."
I interrupted her: "I'm afraid my friends won't have fun. I want you to check again yourself. Any additional costs will be on my tab."
She smiled and said, "Okay, whatever you say!"
Jingru didn't come out of the dressing room for about half an hour. I stood guard outside the door the whole time, not letting anyone disturb her, until she was ready and the wedding began...
We sat on the sofa, pointed the remote at the video camera, and pressed "play".
The screen showed a door, the door to the dressing room. The door slowly opened, like a thief preparing to commit a crime. Once the door opened, I saw Jingru in a wedding dress, her bridesmaid, Huilin, embracing her. They were kissing—not a friendly kiss, but a passionate, intertwined kiss.
I pressed the "pause" button and looked at Jingru. She shrugged.
"When I was sixteen, Huilin took my virginity. She led me into this world, turning me into a slut. In high school, the boys called us 'public toilet girls.' Don't think it's cool; it's because so many people have slept with us. It's because of her that I'm like this today."
"Are you bisexual?" I asked.
"Maybe. I sometimes sleep with women, mostly with Huilin."
Okay, I guess. I have a bisexual, promiscuous wife, so I won't be too surprised if something unexpected happens.
I pressed the "play" button again. Jingru and Huilin noticed the door was open and immediately stopped kissing. The camera suddenly changed, and I saw a very thin boy carrying a camera running past the camera, filming from another angle. The two women inside stared at him in astonishment.
"What are you doing?" Jingru asked angrily.
The camera cut again, and we saw the man walk in with a camera: "Excuse me, your fiancé asked us to film the wedding. We wanted to film you first; this is your wedding gift." I had told the man to say this.
Jingru said a little shyly, "Oh! Okay, please come in."
The man said, "We still have some equipment to move in, Miss. I hope you don't mind."
Jingru nodded. On camera, we saw the man walk in, followed by many men. Some were carrying lights, some were carrying boxes. They were all Black, but they didn't look like staff members; they all looked like actors. Moving things was just a reason for letting them into the dressing room. They came in one after another. I don't know how many people the gentleman had found in total. I counted them one by one. In the end, seven people came in. After they came in, they locked the door, and the gentleman instructed them to put all the equipment in place.
Once everything was ready, the gentleman said, "Alright, ladies, just stand there naturally, and leave the filming to us."
The bridesmaids smiled at each other and then started kissing again. Watching my bride and her bridesmaids perform this was a very erotic experience. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, especially their breasts and buttocks, and they even tried to touch each other's genitals through their clothes.
There was a cot in the dressing room. Huilin pulled Jingru to the bed and made her lie down. Huilin lifted Jingru's skirt and shirt, like unwrapping a beautifully packaged gift. Jingru was wearing white stockings and garter stockings, and her white panties were in my hand.
Hui-ru pulled her panties aside and began licking Jing-ru's vulva. Jing-ru arched her body and began to moan, licking for several minutes. My husband and his photographers were indeed experienced; they frequently used close-ups to capture Hui-ru's mouth sucking on my wife's vulva, and also frequently filmed Jing-ru's face, recording her expressions of pleasure.
Another photographer turned the camera to the black men, who were all naked, each rubbing their penises. When Hui-ru began to gently bite Jing-ru's clitoris, my bride shuddered, opening her eyes to find many penises already erect for her.
"Come here," she said breathlessly to a man, "I want to have a cock in my mouth."
The man grinned and walked over; his penis wasn't very large, just medium size. Jingru took his penis into her mouth. I had heard Jingru describe her having sex with other men before, but this was the first time I had seen it. I stared in disbelief at my beautiful bride in her white dress, a black cock in her mouth, while her bridesmaid licked her vulva.
This scene lasted for several minutes. Jingru began to climax, and as she did, Huilin sucked her vulva tightly.
Then the other men stepped forward and lifted Huilin's skirt. "No!" she cried. "This is her wedding, all the dicks are hers." She stood up between Jingru's legs and said, "If you want to have sex with a woman, this cunt is ready."
Jingru paused sucking on the penis in her mouth. "Wait a minute, let me take off my wedding dress first, so I won't look bad during the ceremony."
She stood up, and Huilin helped her pull down the zipper. Jingru took off her shirt and bodysuit, leaving her in only white silk panties, garter belts and stockings, and a lace bra. Her veil was still pinned to her head, making her look so pure and beautiful.
She took off her panties, lay down on the commode, spread her legs, and said, "Come on, gentlemen, my fleshy hole is enough for you to enjoy."
Hearing her say that, I almost ejaculated.
The man who had just lifted Huilin's skirt now took Huilin's place and began licking Jingru's vulva. Jingru looked at her girlfriend and said, "Huilin, you have to keep all their dicks hard, all their semen is mine."
Huilin laughed and said, "I know, I've always been your assistant."
I pressed the "pause" button. "Your what?" I asked.
"My assistant, when filming adult movies, always has a girl specifically to keep the male actors erect. That way, when changing scenes or adjusting the equipment, everything won't have to be redone because the time drags on too long." "
How do you know? Is it...?"
Jingru shrugged: "I don't know, I'm just guessing."
"Okay." I pressed the "play" button again.
Jingru took the black penis into her mouth again, while another black man licked her vulva, and Huilin knelt down, taking turns giving blowjobs to one man after another to keep them erect.
The man with the penis in Jingru's mouth started groaning. I knew he was about to ejaculate. Jingru pulled his penis out, letting him ejaculate on her face, some of the semen even getting into her hair and veil.
After the man ejaculated, Jingru sucked his penis clean again before saying, "Okay, now I want one penis to fuck my genitals and the other to fuck my mouth." The man
licking her vulva stopped, quickly sat up, and pressed his glans against Jingru's vulva. It was a large penis, not the biggest in the room, but still quite large. Another man walked over and pressed his large penis against Jingru's cheek. Jingru turned her head and took the large, dark glans into her mouth. It was a little difficult for her small mouth to hold the entire penis, but she still tried her best to take in the big meat stick.
The man between Jingru's legs inserted his penis. Jingru's eyes widened, and although she had a penis in her mouth, she still let out a clearly audible moan.
Two men were simultaneously penetrating both of her vaginas. I couldn't believe it; I was watching my wife being raped by two men at the same time. She was such a delicate and beautiful woman, yet she was being brutally and roughly fucked by two big black men, and she seemed to be completely absorbed in it.
She sat beside me, watching the film and masturbating, while I dared not touch my own penis, afraid that I would ejaculate as soon as I did.
Not long after, the man who was fucking her ejaculated, shooting his semen into my wife's vagina. Jingru also reached orgasm at the same time, and although she had a penis in her mouth, she still let out a loud moan. As the second penis was pulled out of Jingru's vagina, the camera immediately zoomed in on her vulva, capturing the semen flowing out. The high-definition television displayed everything clearly.
Almost simultaneously, another man rushed between Jingru's legs, inserted his penis into her vagina, and began thrusting. The man who had been fucking her mouth was about to ejaculate again, and Jingru let him ejaculate on her face. Another penis was immediately inserted into her mouth. Now I've seen four men playing with my wife's two holes.
There was another man with an enormous penis, about the length of my elbow, with a glans about the size of my fist. Huilin couldn't put it in her mouth and could only lick it with her tongue. I noticed that the man was hiding at the very back.
After the second man, who was sucking on her vagina, ejaculated inside her, she told the sixth man not to penetrate her yet. She also stopped sucking on the penis in her mouth and turned to look at the black man with the huge penis: "I want that cock, come here!"
Jingru stood up and told the man to lie on the ground. The man lay on the ground with his penis raised high. Jingru straddled him and slowly sat down. As the penis began to penetrate, the camera immediately cut to a close-up.
I saw her labia spread open, allowing that enormous thing to penetrate. Jingru's vagina stretched wider and wider, and her mouth opened wide as well. Although her face was covered in semen, she still wore an expression of ecstasy. It took her a full minute to get the penis all the way in before she started moving her hips up and down. Her eyes were tightly closed, and she was panting heavily with joy and pleasure.
Later, she leaned forward, supporting herself on the ground with her hands, the huge penis still inside her vagina.
"Huilin, who else?"
Huilin took the penis out of her mouth and said, "I got three dicks hard." Two of them had already been used on Jingru, and Huiru had made them hard again.
"I want to fuck your ass," Jingru said.
"Coming right away!" Huilin replied, pushing a man forward. This man had never been with Jingru before, and he walked toward Jingru's perfect buttocks.
"Let me prepare her first," Huilin told the man, and then she began licking Jingru's anus. She wet Jingru's anus with saliva and smeared the semen that had leaked from Jingru's vagina on her anus. Then she inserted one finger first, then a second, and finally said, "Okay, you can go now."
The black man lay on Jingru's back, his penis pressed between Jingru's buttocks. Huilin used her hand to help him hold the target, and he slowly thrust forward. The camera cut to a close-up again, filming the entire process of sodomizing my wife.
Once the penis was fully inserted, Jingru began to rock her body back and forth, letting the two penises thrust in and out of her body. After doing this for a while, she said, "I want another penis in my mouth, and I want penises in all my holes!"
The man who had ejaculated in her vagina first stepped forward and inserted his hard penis into Jingru's thirsty mouth.
"This is the first time I've ever had sex with three men at the same time," Jingru said, kissing me passionately. "Thank you."
On the television, Jingru was sandwiched between two men, a black penis inserted into her vagina, anus, and mouth. I couldn't help but think of Oreo cookies (Translator's note: the English name is Oreo, the mainland name is "Black and White Black," and the Taiwanese name is "Ouliou," I don't know if that's the correct spelling. Anyway, it's a chocolate chip cookie with milk in the middle). Sometimes she would stop to catch her breath, but other times she would rock her body back and forth rapidly. Clearly, she was constantly in a state of intense orgasm.
"That feeling was amazing!" she said. "I felt pleasure all over my body."
Her orgasm brought the man who was fucking her anus to his limit. He pulled out his penis and ejaculated onto Jingru's anus.
"Hey! She wants you all to ejaculate inside!" Huilin shouted.
The man bowed his head in apology and walked away dejectedly, while Huilin began to lick the semen off Jingru's anus, sucking it into her mouth. When she had almost finished, she knelt down in front of Jingru, pushed away the man who was fucking Jingru's mouth, and began to kiss Jingru, feeding the semen she had sucked from her anus into Jingru's mouth. It looked satisfying, but also beautiful. I watched as Jingru swallowed all the semen.
The man beneath Jingru, witnessing this lewd scene, couldn't resist any longer. He roared and began to ejaculate, gripping Jingru's shoulders tightly and pressing her down, trying to penetrate deeper until she was completely seated on his lap. He ejaculated for a full minute before finally releasing her, letting Jingru collapse weakly to the ground beside him, semen continuously seeping from her vagina and flowing down to her anus.
Huilin bent down and gently kissed Jingru's semen-covered lips. "Are you alright?" she asked.
Jingru nodded, seemingly exhausted.
"Do you want more?"
Jingru took a deep breath and nodded. "Is there anything else we can play?" she asked with a weak smile.
Huilin looked around the room. "I've already gotten two dicks hard. Maybe in a little while, I can get three more hard."
"Bring me my panties," Jingru said. "I don't want the semen inside to leak out. I want to keep it inside for Ah Hong to see."
Huilin nodded, took Jingru's panties, and helped her put them on.
“Okay,” my wife said, “anyone who wants to have some fun, I can give them a blowjob.”
She knelt on the floor, and for the next hour, she gave blowjobs to all the black men, even the skinny photographer and his wife came up to her for oral sex. She let everyone ejaculate on her face. After all the men in the room had ejaculated on her face, her hair and veil were covered in semen, and the amount on her face, shoulders, and breasts was frighteningly large, with semen running down her chin to her lower abdomen.
The last shot was a close-up of her face, her pale, pretty face showing a cute smile: “Thank you for the gift, darling.”
The video ended, I turned off the TV, and turned to look at my wife, my slut, my slutty wife.
"Thank you," she repeated, "Now you know why I was late. After they left, I had to clean myself up, wipe the semen off my face, and redo my makeup. Huilin told the wedding consultant we accidentally ruined our veils, so she went and got us a new one. I even wore pantyhose so the semen wouldn't leak from my dress during the wedding."
"Do you like this gift?" I asked.
Jingru laughed loudly, "I think there's nothing more lewd than being gang-raped on your wedding day. I could get married in any church, but walking down the aisle with my belly full of semen is more fun than getting married."
"Do you like this?"
she kissed me tenderly as an answer.
I carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed, semen still flowing from her ravaged vagina. I quickly stripped off my clothes and inserted my penis into her wet, fleshy hole. Her vagina was full of semen and very loose; I could barely feel anything, but I knew I was having sex with my wife, and it was the first time I'd done it after she'd been gang-raped by seven men.
Maybe I really enjoyed this, or maybe I'd been holding back for too long, because I ejaculated almost immediately, and Jingru also reached orgasm instantly…
I gently removed her clothes, and we embraced naked. I knew that for the next month, she was mine. What would happen after a month, I didn't know, but I still hoped we could play some more exciting games in the future.
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