My Wife's World Travel (Full)

(I)

I've worked for a well-known international magazine for over five years. Our magazine specializes in reporting on interesting

people , places, events, photos, and stories, and my job is as a photographer. A year ago, some underdeveloped countries

,

facing financial difficulties, wanted us to interview them about their local customs and

traditions, but on the condition that we exchange something.

We planned to send them small items, like candy and toys, for their children to play with,

but they didn't like them. Their people eat tree bark and raw meat, and their children don't even

understand what toys are. Sending these things would be useless and might even backfire. So

I came up with a brilliant idea: what if we changed our humanitarian aid to medical aid?

All my colleagues thought my idea was fantastic. After contacting the leaders of these countries,

they also thought this approach was good, and because of this, my wife joined the project.

She was a recent nursing graduate who originally planned to pursue further studies to become a doctor. However, she felt this project

would greatly benefit her future, so she immediately joined my company as my assistant, and

that's how our expedition team was formed.

One of my team members was a guide, responsible for our local accommodations and miscellaneous tasks. I was responsible for being

the reporter and photographer, and my mother-in-law was in charge of drawing blood and conducting tests to check for any hereditary or

infectious diseases.

However, this year was different from previous years. The global economy was sluggish, and our project was affected.

The company also laid off staff. The editor-in-chief called me into his office, and I sat across from him, awaiting his decision.

"I know you've been with the company for a long time, and you've always been very helpful, but…" He paused,

and I knew what he was going to say next. He continued, "However, the company's budget has been reduced, so I've decided

to give you a chance to prove your value to the company."

Hmm, there's still hope, I thought.

"There's a tribe in Africa that hasn't been reported on by any media or academic institutions. They've always refused to be

interviewed . Are you interested?"

"Are you kidding me? Of course I'm interested!"

"The company's not doing well right now, so I can only arrange for you and your wife to go. Getting them to agree to

your interview is your problem. Are you still interested?"

"No problem. When do we leave?" I wanted to leave his office before he changed his mind.

"I knew you'd drag it out, so I've already booked your tickets. You're leaving in two days.

The tour guide will pick you up at the airport, take you to the hotel, and then take you to the tribe. He can also act as your

translator."

I stood up and extended my hand.

"Thank you. I won't let you down."

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, but the whole magazine is counting on you. I know you can do it."

I walked out of his office, feeling like everyone's eyes were on me. Maybe some

thought I'd been fired, or maybe some knew their jobs depended on me. I went straight to my wife

's desk.

"Get up, pack your things."

My wife didn't ask anything, started packing, and then followed me to the elevator.

"What happened?" she asked worriedly.

Just then, the elevator doors opened, and she and I stepped inside.

I told her the whole story that evening at dinner, because I didn't want to scare her.

"I knew the editor-in-chief wouldn't fire us!"

"Just the two of us? Can we manage?"

"Of course we can, we just need to work harder."

"I support you, I'll help you with whatever you do!"

*** *** *** ***

The next day, we were busy packing our luggage. After a whole day of work, everything was finally ready.

The following day , we flew across the ocean to Africa, landing in a place we'd never been before. We then transferred to a small plane and

flew to the airport closest to the tribe.

A young black man in his early twenties picked us up at the airport. My wife shook his hand warmly; she

always had a certain fondness for black people. The man said our guide had some business to attend to and wouldn't arrive until the next day.

He took us to the hotel first. After an hour's drive, we arrived at our accommodation. He helped us with our luggage and then drove off

.

The hotel was quite nice, and one of the receptionists even spoke Chinese. He gave us the room

key and said our tour guide would be waiting in the lobby at eight o'clock the next morning. This was a good arrangement; we

could have some time to rest. My wife and I went to the room, took a shower, and lay down on the big bed.

"That driver was quite cute, wasn't he?" my wife said, her hand gently stroking my chest

.

"I don't pay attention to men; that's your problem," I said with a laugh.

She gently kissed my chest, slowly moving down to my stomach. I knew

what , and I knew what she was thinking. "Maybe I should call him into the room," I laughed. "

What will you do if he comes?"

"Just do this!" she said mischievously.

She lowered her head and took my rock-hard penis into her mouth, skillfully giving me oral sex. She really enjoyed

the feeling ; sometimes I felt she preferred oral sex to intercourse. However, she didn't like the taste of semen, so she never

swallowed it, always spitting it onto my penis and then gently stroking it. This time was no exception. After she

smeared semen on my penis, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

*** *** *** ***

The next morning, we got up early. I got dressed and told my wife I was going to meet

the tour guide , and she would join us when she was ready.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, I saw our tour guide, who walked quickly towards me.

"Good morning! How was the journey? Did you sleep well?"

"Thankfully, the journey has been smooth, and this hotel is fantastic."

"Great, can we set off now?"

"Oh, not yet, we'll have to wait a bit, my partner isn't ready yet."

"Sorry, I forgot, the notice said there were two of you this time."

This black man spoke good Chinese, and I thought my wife would like him too. We chatted while waiting for my

wife , giving me a preliminary understanding of the tribe we were going to.

"This tribe is a bit strange; their men and women live separately."

I didn't find it strange; many backward tribes do have men and women sleeping separately.

He felt I hadn't understood him, so he added, "Their men and women live eighty kilometers apart.

Once a year, the women's tribe sends a few women, and the men's tribe sends a few men. They

build a tent between the two tribes, and then these men and women mate in the tent before returning to their respective camps.

Because they don't have a complete calendar, sometimes the two tribes miss their meeting time, which makes

their numbers small. In fact, this tribe hasn't had a new child born for nineteen years."

"So we're going to the men's tribe this time?" I asked.

"Yes, the male chief believes women are cursed, so they don't allow women to approach. The female chief

thinks , so they get very nervous whenever a man gets close."

I didn't know how to explain to him that I had brought my wife. Just then, my wife arrived and kissed me on

the cheek .

"Honey, is this our guide?" she asked sweetly.

"Uh... this is your partner? Uh... this is bad..."

We sat in the hall, and the guide explained to my wife. She was very understanding and knew that different cultures have different

values.

"Anyway, we should at least try, right?" she pleaded.

"But it's so far from here..." the guide stammered.

I thought that if it were anyone else, the guide would definitely refuse, but maybe because my wife was too cute,

his decision began to waver.

"Alright then, I'll take you there, but I can't guarantee it will work," he said, looking at my wife.

The guide looked to be only twenty years old, but his demeanor was more mature than his age. The entire trip lasted

about three hours. His jeep was the latest model and quite comfortable. When we arrived at our destination and got out of

the car, all the natives stared at us—no, they stared at my wife.

They had never seen a yellow-skinned Chinese woman in their lives, and perhaps they

hadn't seen a woman since their last mating season. All the men here were over nineteen; there weren't any children. The chief

looked to be forty. They arranged a clean little thatched hut for us to rest and work in.

We carried our luggage and equipment into the hut. The guide kept talking to the people, saying that we were friendly

and there to help them. His words had an effect; the natives started nodding at us, and some even

smiled.

"The chief wants to see you."

The guide led us into the chief's house. After introductions, my wife went to draw his blood.

The chief shuddered during the blood draw, but his facial expression remained unchanged. In fact, I think he probably

never changes his expression at all. My wife immediately left the chief's house and returned to our cabin for testing.

After she left, the guide and the chief continued talking. Finally, the guide told me, "Things aren't good. The chief thinks

there's something wrong with your wife. He thinks she's hiding something on her."

The chief then said a few more words to the guide.

"He said he wants your wife to take off her clothes when she comes in so he can make sure she's not hiding

anything ."

"He wants my wife to come in naked?" I wanted to confirm.

"Yes, he said if you're worried, you can stay here, and if necessary, I can stay too

."

I knew the guide wanted to stay and observe; I was just excited at the time.

"Honey, what happened?" My wife asked as she saw me enter the cabin.

"He's fine, perfectly healthy, what's wrong?"

"He still doesn't trust you."

"I knew it..."

"He wants you to take off all your clothes so he can make sure you're not hiding anything."

"Really? Are you serious?" She laughed nervously.

"I'm serious. Most of the people here aren't wearing clothes, just a rag covering their

private parts, and there are only adults here, no children."

"For the magazine, I'll take them off, but you have to too." She said, starting to undress.

"I don't need to. They think I can't hide anything," I laughed, "and I don't want them to feel

inferior!"

"Fine, if you don't want to take them off, then where's the chief?" my wife laughed.

"Uh... he's still in his room."

"You want me to walk out of the house naked, in front of these twenty-odd men, and into the chief's house

?"

"I want to remind you," I laughed, "look at the window."

My wife looked out the window, and the men who had been standing there scattered.

"You knew they were watching your wife undress, and you didn't say a word?"

"You didn't tell me you didn't want them to see, and besides, the walls of this house are all made of bamboo, what's

the point of saying anything…?

" "That's true, forget it, let's go find him now."

We walked hand in hand towards the chief's house. The natives looked at my wife's body, but there was no

malice in their eyes. The guide, however, stared intently at my wife.

"I'll wait outside, call me if you need anything…" he stammered.

My wife and I went into the house and walked right up to the chief. He was still in his bamboo chair,

expressionless . He asked my wife to turn around so he could see her body from different angles, and he even

touched her a few times. Finally, he gestured for my wife to step back.

My wife stepped back to my side and stood still. The chief called out to the door, and the guide immediately rushed into the house.

After chatting for a while, the tour guide would occasionally stop to look at my wife. Her nipples were already hard;

although didn't understand what they were talking about, she clearly knew they were talking about her. Finally, the tour guide turned to us

and said, "I'm sorry, the chief still doesn't trust you. I've done my best, but he still thinks we should

leave . I'm really sorry. I'll go pack my things now."

"I'm sorry," my wife said, looking at me. "It's all my fault. I messed up."

At that moment, an idea suddenly came to me.

"Honey, I have an idea, but it might be a bit difficult for you."

"I just walked naked past dozens of men. What could be difficult?"

I whispered my plan in her ear. She was startled, but immediately

smiled sweetly.

"That's a good idea. If it works, I think I can help a lot of people."

"That's right!" I agreed immediately.

My wife, head bowed, slowly walked forward and knelt respectfully before the chief. She then slowly raised her head to look at

him , placed her hands on his knees, and gently moved them upwards until she reached between his legs, grasping

his penis. She then lowered her head and gently kissed his thin penis.

The chief remained expressionless until my wife opened her mouth and took his glans in. Only then did his lips twitch

, and he let out a soft moan. My wife began to move her head up and down, and the chief began to tremble all over.

Soon, his body stiffened. I didn't know how long it had been since he'd had sex, but now there was no doubt he

was ejaculating.

By my calculations, he ejaculated at least seven streams of semen into my wife's mouth, which she kept

swallowing. Ah…swallowing? She had never tasted my semen before! Now, except for some that spilled onto her

fingers , she had swallowed every last drop!

After she finished, she stood up and walked over to me, continuing to lick the semen off her fingers. Watching her eat

the chief 's semen filled me with a mixture of jealousy and excitement.

The chief sat there, only calming down after a while. His face remained expressionless. I

would never befriend such a callous person. Finally, he uttered a few more words in his native tongue, and our guide came in again.

They talked for a while, and finally, the guide told us, "I don't know what method you used, but

you changed his decision. He said you can stay, but on one condition."

My wife jumped up excitedly, shouting, "Great!! We'll agree to anything!"

"The chief said the needle hurt a bit when drawing blood, and you solved his pain problem, so you have to use the same method to relieve pain for

everyone when drawing blood."

The guide didn't know what we had just done; he was just staring intently at my wife's naked

body , completely mesmerized.

"He wants me to give everyone blowjobs!" my wife whispered in my ear.

I didn't know whether she was happy or angry at the time, but I immediately knew what she was thinking.

"No problem! When can we start?" my wife asked excitedly, her body

trembling .

"The chief said that after dinner, he will send some people to your house. He said they should take a bath in the stream

before ."

The chief was very thoughtful, so we left the chief's house and returned to our own hut to prepare

for dinner and discuss things. "Are you really sure you want to do this?" I asked, though I still needed to confirm

, even though she loved playing the trumpet . 　　"Yes, I don't know what they usually eat, but you know what? The chief's semen tastes like honey ! If your semen could taste like that, I'd eat it every day!" 　　"Aren't you afraid of getting an STD?" 　　"Don't be silly, I still need to get a blood test, remember? If someone's blood isn't clean, I'll use baby oil to help them masturbate." 　　"You've thought it all through?" 　　My wife didn't answer, but her smile answered all my questions. Good heavens, I just want to know how they make semen taste like honey. Maybe I should try some local produce… 　　*** *** *** *** 　　We strolled to the village square, which was a large tent with only a roof and no walls. In the middle was a huge long table covered with fruit, some of which I'd never even seen before. So this was the secret of their food! We devoured the fruit we'd never eaten before; it tasted amazing! We also drank a lot of their homemade flower wine. After a satisfying meal, we returned to our hut to wait for the first group to arrive. 　　Someone gently knocked on our door, then slowly opened it. Three natives entered the room and obediently sat on a bench in the corner. My wife went over and drew blood from each of them. 　　Although they were a little scared, they finished drawing blood smoothly. Just as my wife turned to begin the examination, the chief appeared in the doorway. I beckoned him to come in and sit on the chair next to the examination table. He nodded and sat down. 　　Twenty minutes later, my wife turned around and said that all three were normal. She then took off her clothes, walked to the first man , knelt down in front of him, and lifted the rag covering his genitals. 　　When my wife began to lick his penis, the native's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in surprise. The other two men were also almost dumbfounded. A few minutes later, the first man thrust forward and ejaculated into my wife's mouth. My wife swallowed the semen and even reached orgasm! 　　When she began to give the second native oral sex, the first native hadn't even caught his breath. These natives probably had never put their penises in a woman's mouth before . 　　I took out my digital camera and started taking pictures non-stop. After filling up all the memory, the chief gave me a drink. After drinking two, my head started to feel dizzy. This definitely wasn't ordinary liqueur. After drinking, the chief sat there smiling as he watched my wife continuously perform oral sex on nine men. Only then did the chief announce that the day was over. 　　We lay on the bed, and my wife was exhausted. 　　"Their semen tastes so good! If my jaw weren't sore, I could have blown the vibrator all night!"

*** *** ***

The next day, I took many photos in the village and wrote some reports. Once my camera was full, I

saved the data to my laptop and sent it back to the magazine via satellite. The chief watched my wife

work the whole time. By noon, she had drawn blood from all the tribesmen and eaten all their semen. After she

ate the semen of the last tribesman, she walked up to me and the chief.

"I want to eat some more semen..." she said directly.

"No problem," I said, looking at my wife. "I think the chief really wants you to eat his big

cock !"

I looked at the chief, who was still expressionless. Without thinking, my wife immediately knelt down. This time,

the chief took the initiative to lift the tattered cloth covering his lower body and closed his eyes. My wife immediately took his glans into her mouth and began

to suck, holding the base of his penis with one hand and caressing his testicles with the other.

"I wonder what he's thinking at this moment," I joked.

"I don't care, he'll be out soon anyway," my wife said between spitting and swallowing. The chief

didn't disappoint her; soon he stiffened and groaned, adding another sweet liquid to my wife's mouth.

I watched as she swallowed it all, not leaving a drop.

Later that day, my wife, under the guise of helping everyone with a second test, had all the natives lined up outside

our door. By evening, my wife finally couldn't take it anymore. She used aloe vera juice to

masturbate the remaining men.

She continued until night, completely exhausted, but natives kept coming in. They stood by my

wife's bed, using the aloe vera juice she had prepared to masturbate. When they were about to ejaculate, they would insert their penises into my

wife's mouth. My wife's tongue seemed to move with a spirit; even though she was asleep, she

would actively lick the glans inside their mouths when they ejaculated.

Our work was finished, so my guide started loading the luggage onto the car to go back. Our

tour guide came out of the chief's house.

"The chief said he wanted to thank you, and I'll wait for you here."

We went into his house, and he was still sitting in his chair. My wife and I looked at each other,

unsure what to do. Then the chief spoke.

"I want to thank you. You've fulfilled the wishes of many of our people."

My wife and I almost fainted upon hearing this.

"You speak Chinese?" we asked in unison.

"Of course," he laughed, "I spent two years in Beijing."

"Why didn't you say so sooner?"

"You didn't ask me. I'm the only one here who can speak Chinese. I really miss Peking

duck !"

The chief asked me to keep his Chinese a secret. My wife went up and hugged him affectionately, and he

whispered in her ear, "Your flute playing is amazing! I've never felt so good before!"

This made my wife blush until we got on the bus. As the bus left the tribe, the chief shouted to

us, "The tour guide said the chief welcomes us back anytime!"

I was in the back seat, and my wife was in the front. After about an hour's drive, the tour guide asked my wife,

"I really don't understand. I've brought so many people, but every time the chief chases them away. What method

did use to change his mind?"

My wife and I exchanged a smile.

"Pull over to the side of the road, and I'll tell you what happened," my wife said, unbuckling her

seatbelt .

The tour guide stopped the car, and my wife bent down, gently stroking his thigh. She moved upwards, reaching into his shorts

until she touched her target. The tour guide immediately took a deep breath, and before he could protest, his

glans was exposed.

My wife immediately pulled down his pants. He looked at me with a startled expression, then turned to look at my

wife. When my wife took his glans into her mouth, the fear on his face turned into pleasure. My wife's

efforts had immediately paid off, and quite significantly at that.

The tour guide yelled, and a large gush of semen shot out. My wife kept swallowing, but the semen kept

overflowing from her mouth. She quickened her swallowing pace, and the overflowing situation improved.

Finally, she ate all the semen that was on the tour guide's genitals, then sat up straight and said, "

That's exactly what I did!"

For the next twenty miles, the tour guide didn't say a word. Finally, he spoke: "The chief must have really

enjoyed you giving him a blowjob!"

"Not just him, everyone in the village enjoyed it," I said.

The tour guide looked at me in surprise in the rearview mirror.

"What do you mean?" he asked. "What's the difference?"

"I've given blowjobs to everyone in the tribe," my wife added, "and twice.

It you weren't there!"

"I missed out on such a good thing!" he said, then punched

the steering wheel .

“You didn’t miss anything,” I said. “Our plane doesn’t fly until tomorrow, I think my wife will make it up to

you.”

They both smiled at each other and said in unison, “Thank you!”

That night, my wife and I tried threesomes for the first time, and after sleeping for less than three hours, we rushed to the airport to catch our flight,

leaving my dark-skinned “cousin.”

*** *** *** ***

We collapsed onto our comfortable bed at home and slept soundly for several hours. When I woke up, I turned on my computer to check

the photos I had taken. My poor wife’s entire jaw was sore and swollen that she could barely speak. I

joked that she had brought it on herself. This time, I took more than four hundred photos, three hundred of which were of my wife performing

oral sex. The price was that she couldn’t chew or speak for several days…

*** *** *** ***

On Monday morning, we returned to the magazine office triumphantly. The editor-in-chief was very

impressed . That afternoon, he called us into his office.

"You did a fantastic job this time. The boss called to praise you, and even our Ministry of Foreign Affairs called."

"We're so proud of you!"

A huge weight was lifted from our hearts.

"Actually," he continued, "they thought you did very well in the men's tribe, so

they want you to go to the women's tribe for a week..."

After leaving the editor-in-chief's office, my wife burst into laughter, laughing until tears streamed down her face. Finally,

she managed to suppress her laughter and say, "You'd better take more vitamin E," she said, trying to hold back her laughter, "

This time it's your turn to shine!"

I really started to worry!

(II)

It all started with the magazine I worked for. My wife and I started traveling the world again. My

wife's medical expertise and my photography skills quickly made us famous in the industry. The magazine gave us more

freedom; we only needed to call each day to report our progress.

Since we could freely choose our own topics, we chose more challenging work, trying to make

each topic as exciting and fresh as possible.

In the wilderness, there lived a tribe hiding atop a mountain in South America. We were determined to

find . It was the height of summer, unbearably hot, but the heat wasn't the worst of it; the area was completely undeveloped, 　　and

we had to rely on our own two feet for the entire journey. 　　The plane landed in Brazil, and after a few hours' drive to Bolivia, we finally reached a small town at the foot of the mountain. We hired a guide and porters to carry our gear and take us into the mountains. 　　The night before our official departure was miserable. The hotel in town only had two rooms, and it had probably been occupied for a year. I think their sheets probably hadn't been washed in that time. I call them sheets only because they were on the bed… Anyway, my wife and I slept on the floor that night. 　　After eating and drinking some wine, we went to our room to rest. The floorboards creaked whenever we made the slightest movement, so we couldn't have sex, afraid the whole town would hear. I kept touching my wife 's thighs and breasts, but we couldn't have sex, which left her both excited and disappointed. 　　So, to get revenge, she pressed herself against me and kissed my stomach. Although it was pitch black in the room, I couldn't see what she was doing, but I could feel it perfectly. She grasped my penis and started rubbing it up and down, occasionally lightly scratching my testicles with her fingernails. As soon as I got hard, 　　she immediately took it into her mouth and started sucking. I tenderly stroked her hair, feeling the gentleness Soon after, a lightning-fast pleasure shot from my toes to my genitals. I gave her all the semen I'd been saving up over the past few days. After the orgasm, like other men, I immediately fell asleep. I don't know what my wife was doing, but when I woke up the next day, she was still lying on my stomach. 　　Someone gently knocked on our door. We quickly prepared our belongings. I opened the door, and the hotel owner was standing there. He told us in broken Chinese, using gestures, that the tour guide had arrived. We followed him to the hotel entrance, where four men were sitting and drinking coffee. One of them came over and introduced Ah Zhu. He said he spoke a little Chinese, but the others didn't speak Chinese or English, though they all knew where we were going. 　　"You mean you're not coming?" 　　"I'm sorry, I have work to do here and can't leave for now. It's alright, as long as you avoid the 'Stone Tribe,' you'll be fine," he said. 　　When he mentioned the Stone Tribe, the other porters all stared at him wide-eyed and started arguing with him. After a while, Ah Zhu came back to speak to us. 　　"I'm really sorry, they seem a little... how should I say... a little nervous about the Stone Tribe, but don't worry, it'll be fine." 　　I had heard about the 'Stone Tribe' before. They weren't a very friendly race, and their numbers were dwindling. The legends about them were unbelievable. 　　The name "Stone Tribe" comes from the fact that they tie many stones around their necks and waists. Some people use the weight of the stones to train specific parts of their bodies; some tie stones to their arms, others to their wrists and fingers to increase their arm strength and power. Some tie stones to their earlobes, believing it will improve their hearing. That's all I know, and no experts or scholars have studied them. 　　This trip was planned for two days and one night. Three porters helped us carry most of our equipment. After walking for a while, we prepared to enter the jungle. In fact, the rest of our journey was entirely jungle. We rested and had lunch outside the jungle, taking off the heavy gear we had worn while traversing the bushes. 　　My wife and I changed into our lightest khaki shorts, vests, and hiking shoes. She looked great in this outfit, perhaps because she wasn't wearing a bra. Bras and underwear aren't comfortable in the damp jungle. The three porters kept staring at my wife. I think if they hadn't been worried about the Stone Tribe, they might have surrounded her while she was changing. 　　That night, they helped us set up our tents, but they planned to sleep on the ground. We ate around the campfire , and they were very careful with their movements, trying not to make any noise. I knew they were afraid of the Stone Tribe, but I felt their fear was unnecessary. 　　After dinner, my wife and I returned to the tent. It was another sexless night, but we slept soundly, and it seemed like dawn broke instantly. 　　I went out of the tent first; my wife was still getting dressed. I stretched, and the scene before me startled . My wife came out too, and she also noticed something was amiss. 　　"Where are the porters?" she asked softly. 　　That was the problem; all the porters had disappeared without a trace. 　　"I think we'll have to rely on ourselves now," I reassured her. "I've looked at the map; we're not far from our destination." 　　We packed everything we could and started climbing. After four hours, we finally reached a small lake. 　　"Whoa!!" I shouted and jumped into the lake.

"Hey, isn't this safe?" my wife called out from behind me.

"Of course it's safe. There aren't any crocodiles or piranhas in the lake up in the mountains."

My wife agreed, and she took off her clothes and jumped into the water. We played in the water for an

hour , and then I noticed something was wrong. The bushes behind my sexy wife seemed to move slightly. I guessed it was some small

animal coming to the lake to forage or drink.

After playing for a while longer, we decided to go ashore. I got dressed, but my wife, being mischievous, didn't want to get dressed yet.

Just as we were putting on our shoes, a large group of natives appeared beside us. They weren't ordinary natives; they were

tall natives! They

were all carrying long spears and had stones around their necks. My wife and I were stunned because these people were the Stone Tribe! 　　They gestured for us to stand up, and some natives picked up our things, including the clothes my wife hadn't had time to put on . We followed these natives up a small mountain and walked for an hour until we reached their village. My wife was still very nervous because she was still completely naked, but the natives didn't seem to care. 　　As soon as we entered the village, a group of women surrounded my wife and dragged her away. They chattered incessantly , which actually made me feel a little more at ease. The other men led me into a hut and carried our belongings inside, which reassured me greatly. If they wanted to kill me, they certainly wouldn't return our things, so perhaps this was a good thing. I opened my backpack and took out my camera. They watched me but didn't stop me . I started taking pictures, and no one even bothered me when I left the hut. However, they wouldn't let me near the camp where my wife had been taken. 　　I could tell they were preparing for some kind of festival or ceremony. They had placed two , making a long table, and two bamboo poles were placed on top of it. Many chairs were placed on both sides of the open space. All the villagers were preparing excitedly. I wanted to know what they were doing. 　　I returned to my hut, turned on my laptop, set up the satellite receiver, and connected to the online database . Finally, I found the answer: today they were holding a coming-of-age ceremony. Stone tribe men, from 19 to 20 years old, all undergo this ceremony to be able to marry and become adults. It was incredible! We had stumbled upon this ceremony by accident, and we were the first civilized people to witness it. We could report all of this—as long as I could get back alive. 　　A large group of guards rushed into my hut; the ceremony must have begun. They led me to an open space and sat me on a chair. I was facing the center of a table laden with fruit and flowers. The chair was only three or four meters away from the table . On the other side of the table, chairs were filled with women. There were about twenty men on our side. Everyone began eating fruit and drinking. 　　Suddenly, everyone fell silent. A group of women emerged from a thatched hut. They were all beautiful, at least in the eyes of the tribe. Then I saw my wife! She was stunning! She wore a blue floral crown and her body was covered in various colors of paint, but she was still completely naked… The women led my wife to the edge of the square and stopped. Several men came forward and led her to a table. When our eyes met, we exchanged a smile. These natives were quite polite to us, as if they were honored guests. 　　Two men stood beside my wife and lifted her onto the table, one on each side. She stood there bewildered. One of the men gestured for her to sit down, so she had no choice but to sit down naked. As soon as she sat down, two other women came and gently pressed her down onto the table. As soon as she lay down, her hands were immediately raised above her head and tied to the table. I felt something was wrong and tried to stand up, but the people around me held me down. I thought it best not to make any rash moves. 　　Then I noticed seven men sitting on the other side. They must be the main characters of this coming-of-age ceremony. After two women tied my wife's hands, they started feeding her some fruit and seemed to be trying to comfort her, constantly whispering to her, even though my wife and I couldn't understand what they were saying. But we weren't so nervous anymore. 　　The chief suddenly appeared. He was at least two meters tall, covered in paint, and wearing a grass skirt. I took a few pictures of him. He sat down in a large chair at the end of the table, with a large bowl in front of him, just inches from my wife's head. 　　The chief picked up the bowl and started gently shaking it. After a while, he put his fingers into the bowl, scooped out some something that looked like honey, stood up, bowed to my wife several times, and smeared the unidentified liquid from his fingers on my wife 's forehead and cheeks. Then he reached into the bowl again, scooped out some saliva, and smeared it on my wife's nipples. 　　I didn't know what it was, but her nipples immediately hardened. The chief smeared the sticky fluid from her nipples down between her legs, and when his hand touched my wife's clitoris, she seemed to have a small orgasm immediately. 　　The chief walked to the seven men, gestured to two of them, and then removed the stones from their bodies. The two men stood up and walked to the table. Their earlobes swayed back and forth; I guessed they usually had stones tied to their earlobes. They stood on either side of my wife, bent down to kiss her cheeks, and licked the fluid off her face. Then they knelt on my wife's chest and gently rubbed their long ears against her breasts until their earlobes were covered in the fluid. 　　They went to the group of women to choose their brides. Two young girls stood up, embraced their husbands, gently licked the fluid off their earlobes, and then, hand in hand, went into their little huts. 　　Perhaps they went into their bridal chambers. 　　The chief selected two more men, and it wasn't until they reached the table that I realized they must have had stones —their fingers were incredibly long! They kissed my wife just as much, then repeatedly smeared their long fingers all over her body to coat her with the sticky fluid. When they touched my wife's vulva , she squirmed uncomfortably on the table; I guessed the fluid would only increase, not decrease! 　　Similarly, after their fingers were coated with enough fluid, they went to the group of women, making their brides lick their fingers clean before leading them hand-in-hand to the bridal chamber. Everyone seemed very excited, and large amounts of fruit and wine were quickly consumed.

Feeling a bit lightheaded from the exertion, I loudly asked my wife how she was feeling, to which she simply

smiled .

Two men, resembling guards, stood beside the chief. They approached the table, grasped my wife's ankles, lifted

her legs, and tied them to bamboo poles above, spreading her legs wide open. The guards

then removed the table below, exposing my wife's buttocks to the edge, her vulva wide open for all to see—

it was truly beautiful!

The chief returned to the table and continued his ritual. This time, he smeared a sticky substance on my wife's waist,

then went between her legs and dripped it onto her ankles. The substance flowed down her calves, over

her thighs, down to her vulva, then down her labia, over her buttocks, and onto the table.

The chief then approached the remaining three men, removing the stones from two of them. However, because the chief's

body blocked my view, I couldn't see where he removed them from. The two men stood up,

walked to my wife, and knelt down to lick the sticky substance from her stomach.

This time was different from before. After one man finished eating, he stood to one side, while another man walked

between , took a chair, and sat down. His face was only four inches away from my wife's vulva. He didn't move his head and

slowly extended his tongue. When it extended an inch, I was shocked because his tongue was cut open, like a snake

. Not only that, his tongue stretched longer and longer until the tip touched my wife's labia!

And the base of his tongue was as thick as my penis! He leaned forward slightly to lick more of

the mucus . He licked closer and closer, and his tongue was already inserted into my wife's vagina. To me, his tongue

was at least six inches long, and it should have reached my wife's cervix.

My wife also had a strong orgasm, but before her orgasm subsided, the native immediately withdrew his

tongue. I filmed the whole process. He stood up and walked towards the group of women. His bride immediately came forward

and licked his tongue clean. With such a long tongue, this bride will surely be very happy in the future.

Now it was the second man's turn. He sat on the same chair, and his tongue immediately began licking my wife's

vulva . But there was no more lubrication; the previous man had eaten it all. However, his tongue quickly moved downwards, finding another spot full of lubrication. His six-inch-long tongue licked

back and forth along my wife's buttocks . 　　When the tip of his tongue slowly pierced my wife's anus, my wife opened her mouth wide, unable to scream. Bound, she was completely powerless to resist. Her legs tensed, and her buttocks thrust backward, trying to let the tongue penetrate deeper. Finally, his entire tongue was inserted into my wife's rectum. I could see his tongue swirling inside her intestines for a while before withdrawing it and walking to the group of women, where his bride licked it clean. 　　The chief began the ceremony for the last man, who had been waiting all night. The chief removed his stone, and like the others, he approached my wife. Judging from his ornaments and the expressions on the faces of the others, he was likely the chief's son. 　　He took the large bowl from his father, scooped out some of the sticky liquid, smeared it on my wife 's lips, then put the bowl down and bent down to kiss her. It was a passionate kiss, so intense it almost took her breath away . After the kiss, he picked up the bowl again, walked between my wife's legs, and poured the rest of the liquid onto her vulva. 　　He unbuttoned his skirt, revealing his penis. His cock was astonishingly large; even his tribesmen gasped in surprise. He must have forged his penis with stones! The glans could even rest against his knee ! 　　I thought if my wife saw this huge penis, she would faint immediately! But she didn't. She just stared blankly at my huge penis. The chief's son rubbed the glans against my wife's clitoris, his penis growing longer and harder, as if its length had no end. 　　After a while, he slowly inserted the head of his penis into my wife's vagina. Only three inches in, and my wife reached orgasm. When it was eight inches in, she began to writhe violently. When it was about twelve inches in, my wife began to convulse. He was now inside my wife's uterus, and he kept thrusting. 　　He wasn't actually having sex with her, just thrusting repeatedly. After a few minutes, the man's expression changed, and he quickly pulled out his penis. His penis was erect, like a giant dagger inserted into it, glistening with my wife's vaginal fluid. 　　He walked towards his bride, who immediately knelt down and began licking the huge penis. Although it was covered in my wife's vaginal fluid, she didn't care. Soon after, the man shuddered and let out a terrifying scream, loud enough to be heard a kilometer away. He ejaculated, shooting into the woman's mouth. She swallowed it incessantly, and the whole clan cheered loudly, entering another phase of revelry. 　　The two guards untied my wife, but left her lying on the table, essentially setting her free. They smiled at me as they did so, and in that instant, I felt a sense of closeness between us. Many men from the tribe came to the table; some reached out and ate the remaining mucus from my wife's legs and lower abdomen, while others ate the fruit on the table. Many more toasted each other, laughing and joking loudly. 　　It was clear they liked my wife; at least she was different from their women. My wife noticed this too; she willingly raised her legs, slipping them into the rope loops on the bamboo above, and raised her hands above her head, signifying her offering of her body. 　　Under the influence of alcohol, my memory is somewhat hazy, but I remember men repeatedly going up to have sex with my wife. I remember their penises weren't very large, but they all ejaculated inside her vagina. 　　I remember an older, indigenous man who couldn't take his eyes off my wife all night. Finally, I gestured for him to have sex with her, but he hesitated. His friends urged him on, and finally, he slowly walked to the table . When he untied his grass skirt, the other men burst into laughter because his penis was only four inches long and very thin. 　　I'd never seen a Black man blush, but he definitely did. He inserted his little penis into my wife...

My wife's wet vagina seemed

to have nothing to do with it He sighed and stepped back to put his skirt back on, but I stopped him and told him to come forward one more time.

I spread my wife's buttocks apart, exposing her anus, and nodded to the old man.

He slowly approached, perhaps hesitant because he had never done it from behind before. I nodded to him again

, and he finally aimed his penis at my wife's anus and slowly inserted it.

When my wife's sphincter tightly gripped his penis, he smiled with satisfaction. My wife gave him

a gentle smile in return. He thrust for a few minutes, began to groan, and finally ejaculated inside my wife's rectum. When he

pulled out his penis, his friends cheered, and he gave me a grateful hug.

Suddenly, everyone fell silent. The chief's son's bride appeared. She looked extraordinary

and elegant. She walked around the table, her eyes fixed on my wife. Finally, she

stopped , looking at my wife's vulva. She watched intently as the semen flowed continuously from my wife's vagina,

as if studying something. Finally, she sat down, stuck out her tongue, and gently licked my wife's vulva

, tasting the semen of her tribesmen.

Perhaps she found it delicious, so she boldly inserted her tongue into my wife's vulva, enjoying

the semen. My wife didn't seem to mind a woman licking her. Although this was her first time experiencing same-

sex lovemaking, she still experienced several orgasms. So I believe this definitely won't be her last

.

After she finished eating the semen, she left. The tribesmen then surrounded her and gang-raped my wife. The chief remained seated

, watching, with his two guards standing loyally on either side, until all the men in the tribe had had their way with

my wife.

My wife lay panting on the table, slowly recovering from her orgasm. I smiled at the chief, who, though

not smiling, nodded back. He gestured to his two guards, signaling them to come down and join in. My

wife freed herself from the ropes binding her feet, lowered her legs, spread them, and smiled, beckoning to one of the guards.

The guard watched the chief nervously until the chief nodded before approaching the table. As soon as he drew near, my

wife jumped off, knelt before him, untied his grass skirt, and immediately took his penis into her mouth

.

I knew she wanted the guard to ejaculate, but not now, and not in her mouth. His penis, though

larger than others of the tribe, wasn't particularly large. My wife felt she had sucked enough, so she stood up, turned her back to

the guard, bent down, and let him insert his penis into her vagina. She slowly swayed her hips,

closed her eyes , and enjoyed each thrust of the native.

Another guard walked to the table, waiting to have sex with my wife. He held his own penis in his hand; although it was

erect, it was the same size as his tribesmen's. I suddenly had another idea. I wanted the guard to come

closer so he could watch his brother's penis go in and out of my wife's vagina. We could also see

the old tribesman's semen seeping from my wife's anus. At that moment, he understood what I meant.

My wife was still lost in another world; she had no idea what was happening until

the penis that had been inserted into her vagina was pulled out, and another penis was inserted into her anus. She screamed as if waking from a dream

. It must have been very painful at first when her anus was stretched open, but after a few thrusts, my wife began to get used to it.

The other guard took the opportunity to insert it back into her vagina. My wife was covered in fragrant sweat, and I

recorded .

The two men ejaculated at the same time, and the hot semen brought my wife to another orgasm. The two guards

climbed off the table, put on their skirts, and returned to the chief's side, leaving my wife lying on the stone table, panting.

After resting for a while and regaining her strength, my wife immediately realized there was still one man she hadn't had sex with—

the chief. Greedily, she knelt before him, her eyes fixed on him, her hand reaching under his grass skirt,

groping him without a care for whether it would offend him. Suddenly, she gasped softly, looking down at her

hand, then turning to me.

"His son must have inherited his genes!" my wife laughed.

She pulled out the large, baseball bat-like penis she was holding and began licking, kissing, and sucking the glans, while simultaneously rubbing it up and down with

her hands , until the chief let out a low groan. His body trembled slightly, and several spurts

of semen shot into my wife's mouth.

My wife swallowed it greedily. The chief turned and winked at me. As he got up and walked back to his house, I

swear a slight smile appeared on his lips. After the two guards had sex with my wife again, she finally felt

satisfied and we fell into a deep sleep on the ground. The next morning, I was busy taking photos, while my wife distributed

supplies the women of the tribe and taught them how to use them.

After lunch, it was time for us to leave. Several men helped us carry our things and escorted us back to the lake.

One of them gave us a stone necklace as a token of their gratitude. It was really

heavy , but we couldn't leave without it. After crossing half a hill, we finally encountered

the porters who had abandoned us earlier.

Feeling guilty, they turned back to find us. Although we didn't say anything, they noticed I

was wearing the stone tribe's necklace and were startled, completely unaware of

what had happened to us in the stone tribe's village.

*** *** ***

My wife was exhausted; her vulva was swollen. But this time she could speak, unlike last time when she was so exhausted from playing the

flute that she couldn't even move her mouth. Because of this, she kept chattering, saying she loved

the feeling of being gang-raped by the indigenous people of the primitive tribe. She kept asking if I had filmed it all, so she could look at it and

relive it .

When the editor-in-chief saw our report, his eyes almost popped out.

"You really encountered the 'Stone Tribe'? That's incredible! This is truly a great adventure! You

did a fantastic job!" He didn't know the whole story yet.

"You two can take a long vacation! You deserve it! Go find a secluded

beach and relax for a few weeks!"

He saw us out of his office, grabbed my report, and rushed into the printing department without looking back.

"Which beach do you want to go to?" my wife asked.

"I heard there's a tribe of dwarves in Bolivia," I joked.

"Great! When do we leave?"

(III)

After my vacation, I wanted to find some more places full of passion, but work had to come

first .

We went to South America again, but this time our target was a monastery on a mountaintop. They

didn't like visitors, women, or tattoos, but because our boss paid them a large donation, they

allowed my wife and me to interview them. We just had to follow their rules, which shouldn't be

too …

We first went to the nearest town to the monastery—about a hundred miles away.

There were three ways to get to the monastery: on foot, on horseback, or by helicopter. We chose the helicopter, so

we would have a whole day to buy things while waiting for the helicopter to arrive.

We inquired around about the monks, trying to get a general understanding. A local, speaking broken

Chinese, nervously told us that the monks rarely came down the mountain, only a few times a year to buy supplies.

They were also quiet and unfriendly. They were building a large cathedral on the mountain, so they probably didn't have much

money, and he was afraid they might come down to rob us.

I specifically asked what they usually bought when they went down the mountain, so we could bring it back to gain

their favor. In the end, we spent a lot of money buying a lot of daily necessities. The next day, we took a helicopter

up the mountain. The helicopter landed near what looked like a huge castle.

The pilot was in a hurry to leave. Before leaving, he gave us a small yellow flag and told us he would come back

next week . If we saw the flag, he would land to pick us up; if not, he would

fly back another week later.

He then flew away immediately, leaving my wife and me with a lot of suitcases and luggage. I thought

the loud noise of the helicopter would attract a lot of people, but I was wrong. It took a long time before a few people came over.

"Welcome," one of them said expressionlessly.

They helped us carry our things, barely glancing at us. We followed them through the stone gate to

a cold stone house.

"I feel a little unwell," my wife whispered, her face pale. "I think I

ate something bad ."

"Come with me," the monk said, leading us to a room on the second floor. "This is your room

. Rest here, we'll come back for you."

He closed the door and left immediately. The room was dark, the only light coming through a small window in the wall.

It felt like a prison cell. I tried to open the doors and windows and found they weren't locked. My heart finally relaxed

. My wife was lying on the bed, covered in cold sweat.

Someone knocked softly on the door. Before we could answer, it opened, and a young man came in to lead

us out. I told him my wife wasn't feeling well and wanted to wait until tomorrow to officially meet everyone. He

glanced at my wife and left immediately. A moment later, he and another monk carrying a bowl came in

. They placed a damp cloth on my wife's forehead.

"She has a fever; we need to bring it down immediately," one of the monks said.

I immediately unbuttoned my wife's blouse, revealing her lace bra. They both blushed instantly

, but still watched as I helped her remove her outer garment.

"We'll be back in half an hour to check on her again."

They seemed to be having some trouble leaving, and left some pills behind.

"How are you now?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I'm so hot!" she said weakly.

I unhooked her bra, took it off, then removed her outer pants, covered her with a light

blanket, and sat down on the sofa to rest. Less than ten minutes later, the two men quietly opened the door. I

guessed they had never been so close to a woman before, especially someone as cute and hot as my wife…

I decided to pretend to be asleep, peeking at them out of the corner of my eye. They put a damp cloth in a bowl and slowly pulled down the blanket. When

they saw my wife's snow-white breasts, their eyes widened, but they tried to remain calm. They

kept glancing at me to make sure I was asleep.

They wiped my wife's body with a damp cloth, especially her breasts and erect nipples. They only wiped

her upper body, not daring to touch her lower body. After wiping her several times, they gave her some medicine,

covered her with a light blanket, and quickly left, though I knew they would come back. As soon as

they closed the door, I jumped up. I pulled the blanket off my wife and gently sucked on her

nipple. She moaned softly. Then I took off her underwear, spread her legs, covered her with

the blanket , and went back to the sofa to continue pretending to be asleep.

When they pulled the blanket down and saw my wife's vulva, they started breathing heavily. They

stared intently at my wife's naked body. After confirming that I was still asleep, they began to boldly caress my

wife. As they touched and wiped my wife's vulva with a damp cloth, I thought I heard my wife moaning.

This time, they were particularly careful in wiping my wife's breasts and vulva.

They rubbed like that for a few minutes. Suddenly, the man standing to my wife's right froze.

Something seemed to change under his robe; he didn't know why. He kept trying to straighten his robe, but it didn't

seem to work. Every now and then, he had to adjust it again to prevent his erect penis from straining against the robe and looking

awful.

After a few minutes, I heard one of them speak.

"Try putting it in her mouth."

I watched as they gently pulled my slender wife to one side of the bed. One person blocked my view, and I

didn't know what was happening, but the man with his back to me tilted his head back.

At the same time, I heard soft sucking sounds. I immediately understood that he was enjoying my wife's mouth. He ejaculated

quickly because I immediately heard my wife choke as she swallowed his semen. This was probably his first time

ejaculating , so the amount was so large that my wife choked.

Another monk immediately thrust into my wife's mouth, because I heard him moan with pleasure.

The monk who had ejaculated stepped back and straightened his clothes. Only then did I see a

penis quickly too. They left immediately afterward.

I felt like having sex with her, but I was afraid they might come back at any moment, so I didn't dare do anything rash.

I just sat on the edge of the bed watching her. She said she was thirsty, which was ironic—she had just drunk so much semen and

was still thirsty. I poured her a glass of water, which she drank. Then she handed me some things she was holding.

"Here, throw this away," she said, giving me some pills.

"You didn't take those pills?" I asked.

"You saw what I ate just now," she said playfully. "A virgin's semen tastes

so different!"

The next morning, my wife was feeling much better. We got dressed and went downstairs to see the owner of the place.

A monk led us to a table, and breakfast was served immediately. After we finished eating, a monk asked us

to follow him. He led us through a maze-like corridor, finally stopping in front of a huge oak door.

He opened the door and asked us to go in, but as soon as we entered, he immediately closed the door from the outside.

"Good morning, did you sleep well?" an elderly monk said from the shadows. "I hope you

've recovered, Miss."

"Much better, thank you," she replied. "They were so kind to me."

"You were kind to them too," he said coldly.

My wife looked at me with innocent eyes.

“It’s nothing. We have different philosophical views, and other religions may not agree with our beliefs.

They might think we’re heretics, but one day they will understand!” His voice was soft but

firm. “The people who went to your room last night broke their vows and will be punished.”

“That should be my fault,” my wife said gently. “No, we have our rules.

They can’t break them without my permission, and if they do, they will be punished.”

He walked to a magnificent table and sat down. The candles on the table were the only light source in the house.

“We usually only accept people under thirty. Those over thirty are sent elsewhere. Those

two yesterday were the youngest among us; one of them had just turned twenty.”

“What will you do with them?” I asked.

"Maybe it's re-education, to make others see them as a warning."

"My God, is it that serious?"

"Perhaps from your value system, but we have our ways. There are forty

-seven of us here, and except for two of us, none of us are married. Resisting temptation is one of our compulsory courses

."

"There must be other ways to solve all this!" "

Maybe. I've also considered having you report on all of this. Also, this matter will be dealt with tonight."

After he finished speaking, he got up and walked back into the shadows. The door behind the door opened, and the monk led us away.

We returned to our room. The monk said that we could explore the monastery when we had time, and

we could go into any unlocked door.

We took pictures and took notes everywhere. It's easy to get lost here. After a long time, we finally got a general understanding

of the layout and wouldn't get lost anymore. Many doors were locked, but we already had enough material for my

report.

It wasn't until the afternoon, when we returned to our room to rest, that I put down my equipment. My wife noticed some extra things on the small

table . Upon closer inspection, she realized they were two monk's robes and a note.

"The note says we should wear this to dinner, and that we

can ," my wife said after reading the note.

"Okay, but what should we wear under this?" I asked.

"Uh, based on what I saw last night, we should wear nothing," my wife laughed.

That bathroom was a great place for making love, but we didn't want to cause any trouble. My wife showered first

, and she quickly put on the monk's robe, which was very large and looked a bit comical.

We almost laughed until we couldn't stand up straight, so she changed into another one, which was probably for children

, short and tight, and extremely sexy. I changed into the larger robe I had worn before, with underwear underneath

to prevent my penis from showing.

I followed her back to the room, and through the thin monk's robe, I could see the perfect,

smooth . As soon as we entered the room, she noticed the change in my genitals and playfully

pinched my penis.

"Looks like I'll have a penis to suck tonight!" she said mischievously.

“I wish I could quench your thirst!” I retorted, knowing I'd probably stored up quite a bit over the past few days.

“You know I can drink a lot!” Her double entendre almost made me lose control.

We went to the dining room and sat near the head of the table.

“Do you remember what happens every time we sit at these long tables?” my wife

asked . I didn't answer, but I remembered.

Dinner was unremarkable, but we were pleased to see the two young monks eating at the corner of the table. However , as

soon as they finished, they were escorted out by several others; their movements were probably restricted now. The remaining

monks spoke something in Latin and then all left, leading my wife and me to a large

hall nearby. In the center of the hall was a huge candle, surrounded by three large stone tables. The two

young monks were naked, straddling two of the tables.

“Tonight, these two brothers will pay for what they've done,” the abbot announced.

Behind the abbot was a monk holding a pillow with a strangely shaped dagger on it.

My wife almost screamed.

“Normally we handle this ourselves, but because our guests find it too cruel, I’ve

decided to change things this time. Perhaps we can achieve our goal without bloodshed; it depends on this young lady’s decision!” the abbot said

, looking at my wife.

“Anything is fine as long as you don’t hurt them!” my wife blurted out.

“Alright, I hope you understand that this punishment is more than just punishment; punishing them can be used for other…”

" If this punishment doesn't serve as a warning to others, it's useless. Also, women are

never . Women corrupt men. Tonight, you must show everyone why our

precepts require abstaining from lust."

My wife and I exchanged a glance, not understanding his meaning. But before we could speak

, two tall monks pulled her to the third stone table and effortlessly lifted her, placing her on it

to sit .

"If you want to save these two, you must let everyone know

what . It won't be over until everyone has been 'educated.' Throughout this process, both of them must

be bound and witness the entire event."

A flicker of fear crossed my wife's eyes, but through her thin clothing, I could see her nipples were erect

.

"You can still change your mind," the abbot said to my wife.

"No, I think I can do it," she said. As soon as she finished speaking, a monk reached out and untied my wife's belt,

pulling it down. When all the monks saw my wife's smooth and alluring body,

they all gasped in unison. Even the abbot stared blankly at my wife's naked body. The entire hall fell silent until my wife spoke:

"Uh, who goes first?" No one moved, so my wife had to make the decision herself: "I think you can start

!"

She knelt down in front of the abbot, slowly untied his robe, revealing a very thick foreskin, then

lowered her head and gently kissed the tip of his penis, then kissed down to his testicles. Then she licked her lips, took his

penis into her mouth, and began to stroke it up and down. About a minute later, the abbot's knees trembled,

and he sent decades of semen into my wife's hot mouth.

"Wow! You're really good at playing the flute!" the abbot exclaimed. It

surprised , but from that moment on, all the monks began to line up, loosening their robes or

simply stripping naked.

For the next few hours, the monks lay down one by one on the stone table, while my wife sat in a chair and performed

oral sex on them. Later, she lay on the stone table, continuing to perform oral sex and consume semen in different positions—the semen was incredibly thick.

Once, she lay on the table with her head drooping off the edge, letting them thrust into her mouth. Someone was touching

her vulva. Her eyes were blocked by the testicles of a man who was penetrating her mouth, so she didn't know who was

touching her. However, she instinctively crossed her legs, letting the man's head press tightly against her vulva.

The monk began licking a woman's genitals for the first time in his life, and he seemed to enjoy it. My wife

loosened her legs, spreading them wide open, allowing the man licking her genitals to his heart's content. With a penis in her mouth, she moaned

lasciviously . The man in her mouth couldn't withstand the stimulation and immediately ejaculated.

The monks behind him couldn't resist either, their thick semen spraying onto my wife's face.

The situation descended into chaos as monks surrounded my wife and ejaculated, a large amount of semen covering her

face , and it was incredibly thick. She opened her mouth wide, trying her best to get it all into her mouth, but every time she

opened her mouth, a penis would be thrust into it.

"Stop!!" the abbot shouted, "Let her rest for a bit!"

Someone handed her a spoon, which my wife immediately took, scraping the semen from her face and body and

putting it in her mouth like eating ice cream. After she had eaten most of it, a monk took the spoon,

scraped the remaining semen from her body, and fed it to her.

She probably ingested a liter of semen—perhaps an exaggeration, but that was still

more than semen.

"My chin is so sore, can we try something different?" my wife asked the abbot.

"You decide," he replied.

The next man was very large. My wife had him lie on the table. As he lay down, he revealed the largest penis

she'd ever seen .

My wife was startled; the penis throbbed gently. She bent down and licked it all

over, coating it with her saliva. Then she climbed onto the table, straddled his waist, reached back, grasped

his large penis, pressed it against her vulva, and slowly lowered herself until the entire penis was inside her

.

Throughout the entire process, she was in the throes of orgasm. Soon, her hips began to rise and fall, allowing the penis

to move in and out of her. A few minutes later, the monk shuddered, ejaculating into my wife's uterus. All the monks

cheered loudly. My wife got off the stone table, licked the monk's penis clean, and then smiled gently at me.

Next, she let the twelve monks take turns penetrating her vagina, until finally he couldn't take it anymore.

"I need to rest!" she said, already covered in sweat.

"We agreed you would deal with all the brothers, now there are still twelve short," the abbot said. "You

can give up at any time."

"No, I must save these two," my wife said, looking at the two men tied to the table, their penises

hard all night. "Do you have any lubricant here?"

The monks looked puzzled.

"Do you have any cooking oil or something?"

Someone immediately rushed out and returned with a wooden bowl. My wife took the bowl and dipped some oil into it

.

"Great!" she said.

She climbed back onto the stone table, lay down, rested her head on the surface, raised her buttocks high, and spread them apart with her hands.

Fortunately, the remaining twelve people were all quite short and seemed rather shy. But being small has its

advantages. My wife asked one of them to come forward. She smeared oil on his penis and gently said to him,

"I want you to come up here and slowly insert your penis into my ass."

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly climbed onto the stone table, kneeling behind her. My wife spread her buttocks,

revealing her small anus.

"Come on, there are others waiting!" she said gently to the monk.

He had been staring at my wife's anus until now, when he finally snapped out of it, pressed his glans against her

anus, and began to insert it.

"Ah!! Don't go so fast!" my wife cried out.

The monk was startled, his face showing panic.

"Slower!" my wife said.

The monk's penis went in a little further. Everyone in the hall watched silently, only

the soft "sizzling" sound of his penis entering my wife's warm rectum could be heard. When his penis was fully inserted

, he began to thrust, but my wife's anus was too tight, and he ejaculated inside her after only a few thrusts

.

The remaining monks chose whether to ejaculate into my wife's vagina or anus. Nearly fifty

men ejaculated into my wife's body. My wife lay on the table, almost unable to move, but they didn't stop

her.

One monk after another came up and masturbated on my wife, as if they wanted to

use up . More than an hour later, her body was covered in semen, and she didn't even have the strength to ingest it. She

was covered in white, sticky fluid from head to toe.

"You've done it, and I keep my word, but they still need some minor punishment. Now it's up to

them to choose."

The abbot walked between the two stone tables, and the other monks helped untie them.

"I'll give you two choices. First, pack your things and leave. Second, accept your punishment."

"Master, this is our home. We don't want to leave. You can punish us however you want," one of them

cried.

"Very well, go over there," the abbot said, pointing to my wife, whose body was covered in semen on the stone table. "Use your

tongues to lick this young lady clean. She has made such a great sacrifice for you. Now it's

time for you to repay her."

Without hesitation, the two men rushed forward and began licking my wife's entire body. My wife let the two tongues

slide over her body. Before they were clean, my wife had several orgasms.

Needless to say, we deliberately missed the helicopter's arrival time because my wife had been spending time

"educating" these monks.

I guess she had ingested more semen than she had eaten or drunk during this time, and on many

nights , she was invited to the hall for gang rape. Each of them had to penetrate her three orifices at least once,

until she passed out.

Sometimes when we wandered around the monastery, she would be dragged into the monks' rooms and sexually assaulted.

I often found her being raped by groups of men in the corridors, at the main entrance, and in the toilets, some even while eating

.

I advised her to stop, but she said, "These people have been holding back for so many years, they deserve a good compensation!"

They are very friendly to us now, except for the abbot. One day,

while , he finished with her. I asked him why he said

the word "blowjob" when my wife was giving him oral sex that day. This word should be difficult for a monk to understand. He looked at me for a while and then asked me

to follow him.

He led me to his room, closed the door, and sat down behind his desk. He opened a drawer, and I

heard a soft click. He took out something that looked like a book, and when I got closer, I realized it was a

laptop.

“I use solar power here, and I also have satellite internet,” he laughed. “Look, I got

an email!”

“You’re so wicked,” I said. “I thought you didn’t know anything!”

“Actually, I know everything. Your wife plays the flute really well!”

When it was time to leave, all the monks came to see us off. As soon as the helicopter landed, the abbot gave

us two robes.

“This is our thank-you gift,” he laughed.

I gave him a small box.

“This is also our thank-you gift.”

My wife and I boarded the helicopter and waved goodbye.

“Wow! This is the first time I’ve seen them go outdoors!” the pilot exclaimed. “You really have

their trust!”

He’ll never know this secret.

Back home, my wife couldn’t help but ask me,

“What did you put in that box you gave him?”

“I didn’t tell you, he uses a computer, and he even uses satellite internet!”

“What? You’re not kidding, are you?”

“Really!! I gave him a webcam. I think you can put on a reality show for

them .”

“Really? That’s great!”

She hugged me tightly. I love my job!

[The End]

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