My ex-wife was promiscuous.

A few years ago, my ex-wife filed for divorce, constantly making unreasonable demands over trivial matters. Unable to
endure it signed the papers and left my hometown. I'd heard rumors of her promiscuity and womanizing since the divorce; realizing her true colors and leaving was a good thing.

Years later, I received a call from her, asking me to come to her hotel to "rescue" her. Initially, I didn't want to get involved again, but
she begged me to take her to the hospital without calling an ambulance. Inexplicably, and with a life at stake, I reluctantly
went . When I arrived at the hotel room, the door was unlocked. My first sight nearly made me faint: my ex-wife was completely naked,
bound hand and foot, on the bed, covered in a sticky, viscous fluid—a mixture of sweat and semen, so plentiful it
looked like half a bucket of paste had been poured over her. I quickly untied her and tried to call the police, but she immediately shouted to stop me.
What was going on?

After untying her, she said everything was fine and then asked me to help her to the bathroom to wash up. Completely bewildered and filled with
rage . She said she had sprained her back, hip, and ankle, and couldn't wash herself. She pitifully
tried to get up, then tripped and fell, injuring herself again. Humanity compelled me to rush to help her. She kept muttering about
what had happened. Kidnapped? Raped? Drugged?

I carefully helped her into the bathroom and sat her on the toilet. I picked up the showerhead and soap and washed her repeatedly, but the grime was too thick
to wash off easily. Even her heavy makeup left her with dark circles under her eyes. She had many bruises on her body, which broke my heart. I quickly
comforted her , "I'm here, it'll be alright." My ex-wife had a pair of huge breasts, which was one of the reasons I was attracted to her.
She looked thinner after all these years, but her full, perky breasts remained unchanged. Her large areolas had obvious teeth marks and many bruises
surrounding them. Her skin was still fair, but her arms were noticeably thinner. I awkwardly washed her
large breasts ; the soft, delicate feel gave me an erection. Tears welled up in my eyes; such a sexy beauty had been ravaged
like this. Her face was flushed with pain, and I helped her clean her genitals. Her pubic hair had been shaved off, leaving
her completely bare. An unknown fluid was still flowing from her vagina. I felt like I was dying as I took her, still dazed, to the hospital. She repeatedly told me not to call the police.

The next day, when I arrived at the hospital, the doctor stopped me and asked what had happened. I said, feeling suppressed, that I didn't know.
The doctor said that her vagina was severely damaged and she couldn't have sex for a short period. Most importantly, she had been diagnosed with uterine cancer. I was
shocked, as if struck by lightning, and asked incredulously if there was a mistake and if she needed to be tested again. The doctor replied that it had been confirmed years ago
. However, when it was first discovered, it was already a severe case of multiple uterine fibroids that had become malignant. Uterine cancer in its late stages
should normally kill . It was a miracle and a relief that she had survived until now. I couldn't accept it. After waiting for a day, she woke up. I relayed
what the doctor had said.

She then told me that the divorce was because of the cancer and asked me not to worry. She didn't want to die in a hospital room, but rather travel
and die far from home. She didn't want me to be sad, so she had to insist on a divorce. When I asked about what happened at the hotel, she first begged for my
forgiveness. I said that as long as she told me the truth, I had nothing to blame her for. I had wronged her too much.

My ex-wife first told her about the places she had been; after traveling in Europe, she went to Bangkok, Thailand. She had
a one-night stand with a foreigner, and it was after that that she discovered a bluish fluid was leaking from her uterus. She found out at a local hospital that her condition
had improved . Then she kept seeking sexual opportunities, trying to understand that the sensitive spasms caused by orgasm could cause the uterine
fibroids to contract strongly and expel the thick fluid.

I was driven almost crazy by her incoherent words. During her hospital stay, I kept asking the doctor. The answer was
that perhaps I should believe what she said was possible. Because doctors all over the world said it was an impossible miracle. From
the spread of cancer cells throughout the body to quiescence and regression, there were no medical cases. I accepted her; I hadn't fulfilled my
responsibilities as a husband these past few years, and from now on I would take good care of her.

At first, because of me, she was helpless. When the tests worsened again, she suggested her absurd sexual treatment.
I also tried it as a last resort. I had sex with her multiple times, but to no avail. Her condition continued to worsen. I
had no choice but to suggest following her experience. We discovered that a large penis was necessary, and multiple intense orgasms
would cause the uterus to expel the foreign object the next day, thus alleviating the condition.

Initially, I bought many dildos and hired male escorts, but I couldn't afford to hire sex partners long-term.
Moreover, the condition only stopped worsening, not improving. My ex-wife also told me, with a heavy heart, that
the reason she was gang-raped by eight African men in a hotel that year was because she had discovered that only in this way could she further treat
her condition . Unfortunately, she was only focused on curing the disease and never expected to almost lose her life.

At first, my friends told me frankly, but some people refused because they were afraid of causing a death or couldn't bear to refuse. To help my
ex-wife save face and get treatment, I pretended to be a sexual pervert. I posted online that my sexual fetish was "Hookup, I like watching my
wife get gang-raped," and surprisingly, the number of people signing up increased.

I also offered free physical examinations to ensure that participants were clean and free of sexually transmitted diseases. At first, everyone was shy and awkward;
some even ran away from the set, fearing a trap. Some were too shy to ask for privacy, which I refused,
as it was ineffective for the condition. The experiment showed that a marathon of multiple people was necessary. My ex-wife's intense
, prolonged orgasms truly improved her condition. The cancerous mutations expelled the next day could last for several days. I also
implemented some measures. When everyone gathered at my house, I would create an atmosphere. A few older, less
shameless men would go first, and I would play previously filmed videos on the spot to put newcomers at ease and say that my
wife wanted to break her own record. Later, I regularly selected a few experienced men.

Now my wife has a rosy complexion, and we've maintained this for several years. The participants have changed, and I'm too old
to participate . My role on set is to maintain order and ensure that the participants don't expose themselves excessively. Sometimes, I have to pretend
to enjoy myself in front of everyone while watching my wife being gang-raped, to prevent it from becoming unsustainable. After each shoot, I would repeatedly
give a speech at the end, stating that there were no criminal elements involved and that it was all consensual for my wife and me. This would put the participants at ease.

I chose to arrange a gang rape every weekend. We would start by providing simple snacks. My wife
would then wear sexy lingerie and sheer fabric to tease and provoke everyone. You wouldn't guess she was sick unless you looked closely; her large breasts
, though partially hidden by the sheer fabric, were still clearly visible. Her areolas were decorated with glittering star-shaped stickers. Her sexy, cute,
furry leopard-print thong made her ample hips sway sensually, as if she were performing a
traditional Brazilian sexy dance. She would start by chatting with everyone to warm up, and several young, strong men would already be
groping , her breasts being touched several times in just a few steps. My wife would politely
laugh back, gesturing that it wasn't just her breasts that were being touched, but also her buttocks, which were worth exploring.

Some older men, not to be outdone, surged forward, immediately pressing their half-naked bodies against my
wife's sexy, fiery form. My wife, in a provocative pose, rubbed her inner thigh against their penises in
response. Despite their age, the man couldn't resist his lust. He lifted my wife's buttocks,
placed the table, and kissed her from her chin to her Adam's apple, down her collarbone to her vulva. He then
kissed her sternum between her two alluring breasts. My wife let out a blissful, comical laugh, making the men present envious.
Just as one of the older men attempted to take a large bite of one of her large, beautiful breasts, my wife pushed him away.
"No, no, no… it hasn't started yet!" she said, getting up and continuing to touch the genitals of all the men present. "It's so
itchy, let's start right away!" And so the ritual began.

The room was packed, even though the air conditioning was at its coldest setting. Everyone surrounded my
wife, ready to be aroused, their bodies burning with sweat. First, I selected a handsome young man. As soon as he received the order , he
pulled down his underwear, revealing a long, curved, and erect penis, proudly displaying itself to everyone.
"Sorry, I'll go first!" My wife had already laid down on our
custom-made . The handsome young man, with his penis fully erect, covered my wife's large breasts, then
, with a condom on, he thrust it into her vagina like an iron hook. My wife
let out a long, ecstatic moan. Everyone was aroused by this display of affection, and couldn't help but soothe their own penises, telling themselves it would be their turn soon.
I went outside for a smoke before the ceremony began, and when I came back in, the men hadn't changed yet. The handsome young man's youth was his advantage; he thrust
into my wife for twenty minutes before ejaculating. My wife was flushed all over, clearly enjoying it; sweat
was seeping from her skin, and her breathing became rapid. She had apparently had several orgasms. I yelled, "Great!
Youth is so energetic!"

Then a muscular, bronze-skinned man rushed forward to become the second one; this one was clearly like a vibrator. Straight and thick!
The muscular man held his penis, teasing and probing around my wife's lips. My wife's eyes widened when she saw his penis.
She gripped the armrests of the sex chair tightly, waiting for takeoff. I laughed, knowing this round of
impact would be significant. The muscular man lifted my wife's legs from the armrests of the sex chair, placed them on his shoulders, and then
thrust his thick penis deep into my wife's vagina between her thighs. This time, my wife cried out even more ecstatically
. Her moans were a mixture of pleading screams and pleasurable responses. My wife, attracted by the muscular man's
sexy muscles, curled up to caress his chest muscles while her legs were being thrust into. It was clear
my wife was enjoying the scene; it was truly a feast for the eyes. As my wife caressed his abdominal muscles,
his attacks intensified. Unable to look directly at his abs, she could only close her eyes and scream. He
ejaculated , leaving my wife wanting more. The audience booed, saying it was too fast. The muscular man, looking embarrassed, quickly
left the stage. My wife also pouted in disappointment.

Then the large black man appeared, his astonishingly long penis making me feel inferior. He didn't slow
down , like a relay race; as soon as my wife lowered her legs, he grabbed her ankles with one hand and
lifted her legs high, exposing her tightly clenched labia. He thrust his eel-like penis into her vagina,
making me wonder if my wife could handle the 30+ centimeter length of an African man. My wife was both worried and enjoying
his "cute pet." Although long, its softness reassured me. The black man penetrated deeper and
deeper , initially only half its length was visible, but he went in deeper and deeper. My wife clenched tighter and tighter. He
moaned along with my wife. This time, my wife's face was flushed red from being fucked, like she was drunk. She
shouted , "So good, so good, I've had it three times!" Because his penis was so long, each insertion and withdrawal
drew out her vaginal fluid. A puddle of vaginal fluid was pumped out on the ground like a water pump. My wife's legs were weak from being fucked. The black man's
sperm was terrifyingly abundant; the condom, full of weight, fell and burst open. The limp eel
was still barely breathing, spitting out sperm. Why hadn't it finished flowing out yet? The black man helped his eel up to avoid making
a mess before leaving.

Then, the men with increasingly larger penises took turns gang-raping my wife. Some of the less familiar men would riot. I
stayed behind to supervise, to prevent my wife from getting hurt. Some of them, unaware of the previous incidents, anally fucked my wife or fucked her together
. I would stop them all. Although there weren't many who didn't follow the rules, there were always some. I only left to do my own thing when I saw some familiar faces
.

We met a middle-aged man with white hair, slightly hunched and thin but muscular, though bald. His skin was rough and
wrinkled but with prominent veins. He was an experienced veteran, one of the earliest and most frequent partners of my wife. He was over 60 and
had a very good relationship with my wife. He also doted on her. He was very wealthy and had donated money to our family several times.
He was also the only one who knew our intentions and the whole story. In the early days
, he actively participated in everything from wife-swapping to group sex to gang rape. His sexual experience and involvement in sexual activities were countless. Although he was old, many women loved him deeply.

"Darling, the old man's here. Did the young ones satisfy you? Did you have your fill today? Don't
finish too quickly, I haven't even put it in yet."

Ex-wife: "Oh, you're here. You old devil, if you don't put it in, it's like a dish without salt, so bland!"

Old man: "I was afraid you'd get tired of being fucked and would dislike this old man. That's why I'm here. I
don't feel at ease if I don't fuck my own daughter."

Ex-wife: "No, godfather, your skill is something I'll never forget. I always miss your darling."

Old man: "Darling, you have to keep going and persevere. Do you have enough money? How's your health lately?

" Ex-wife: "You old devil, my hole is so full of you, I'm so happy. You have to promise me ..." "
Can people come and fuck me often ?"

Old man: "Sigh, I can't stand you. Okay, then show your daddy how shameless you are, see if I'll cum inside your hole?"

Ex-wife: "Daughter will obey your every command. Godfather loves licking the sweat under my armpits, right? Daughter is waiting for you,
come and lick, fuck me hard, please, please. Look how big my breasts are? I love sucking my own breasts,
Daddy look, I can lick my areolas with the tip of my tongue."

Old man: "Darling, still so sweet. No wonder I love you so much. It's just a pity your good husband is still here,
otherwise I would marry you and fuck you every day!"

Ex-wife: "You're lying, you're not. Your darling doesn't know how many beauties you've captured. You just want to..."
This is all just a game. I'll do whatever you want, please, Godfather, shoot inside me, please.
My darling needs your nourishment. It's been hungry for a long time, wanting to eat Godfather's essence. Can you bear to let it go hungry?"

Me: "Godfather, why are you so late? Everyone's gone. Wife, did you serve Godfather well?"

Ex-wife: "Husband, Godfather despises me! No matter how much I act shamelessly, he's unmoved. Please help me."

Me: "Oh, Godfather. Please take off your condom. That way you can enjoy yourself. Fill this slut's
stinky hole with your semen, otherwise she won't be able to sleep tonight." I quickly pulled them apart and removed the old man's condom.

Me: "Okay, no more obstacles. Enjoy yourself!"

Ex-wife: "Yay~ Daddy, come in, I can't hold back anymore. I want you to give me all your sperm, so you won't
go looking for others. Fuck me! Hurry up and put it in!" Actually, we already knew that Godfather had a vasectomy and
had regular checkups. My godfather actually has erectile dysfunction and has difficulty ejaculating. We have to use lewd language to tease him, and it's best not to use
a condom. Because his penis has sensory impairment, it's difficult to stimulate and achieve pleasure. Frankly, we're quite close, and I often
get his help, so I know his difficulties. At first, we were amazed at the old man's stamina; he lasted
half an hour without ejaculating. After learning more, we discovered he has erectile dysfunction, and we could actually help each other.

Old man: "Ahhh...it's coming, it's coming! Darling, it's you who can make my godfather ejaculate!"

Ex-wife: "Hehe, thank you. You've worked hard. Do you want me to help you sit down? It's my honor to let you enjoy yourself."

Boss: "Xiao Hui, you must take care of yourself. Don't give up on life easily. As long as you have faith, there is
hope ."

Ex-wife: "Yes, we are both actively fighting cancer."

Old man: "Take care, I'm leaving. I still want to fuck you, you have to live."

Ex-wife: "Yes, take care. As long as I live, you'll definitely fuck me to your heart's content! Hehe..."

A month ago, the doctor announced that the blood test results showed the cancer cells had stopped and the outlook was very optimistic. My ex-wife and I wept in each other's arms.

Although things were improving, it wasn't over yet, so I spent every weekend planning gang rape rituals. As long as someone is alive
, what moral or ethical boundaries can't be overcome? Sometimes seeing my wife being with other men hurts. We're
husband and wife in name only, but we're practically strangers. When I feel this pain, I think of her as just an outsider, or I feel
grateful . Occasionally, seeing her enjoy sex makes me aroused, but she refuses to have sex with me
because it would cause her pain. She even asks me to find prostitutes to film her, saying she wants to bear my suffering. Although we're
husband and wife, although we're divorced, she can sleep with any man in the world, but she won't let me. I
can't leave her. I'm the only
husband .

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