Lonely beautiful young woman

When I was in Canada, I worked as a secretary for a Hong Kong-funded company in Shanghai. My husband was originally a technician in a factory. In December 1989, he went to Canada to study at his own expense. We had only been married for six months at that time. We originally planned to go to Canada together, but because the money we borrowed was only enough to pay for one person's tuition, we had to let him go alone first.

During the year my husband was in Canada, he often wrote letters and called home. Although we were separated by the Pacific Ocean, our hearts were closely connected. I also missed him very much. But later, he suddenly disappeared without a trace.

In August 1992, a Hong Kong man surnamed Li came to my house. He said he had come from Canada and knew my husband, so he came to Shanghai to visit me.

Mr. Li was about 37 or 38 years old. He was of average appearance but tall and wore glasses. At first glance, he was not particularly likable, but he was not unpleasant either. He spoke very sweetly, was understanding, and spoke fluent Mandarin. From him, I learned that my husband had worked for his cleaning company, but had since found another job.

Because we all spoke Mandarin and got along well, we quickly became quite familiar with each other. He said he was in mainland China on business and would be staying for a while, hoping I could show him around Shanghai. He added that I was very beautiful and how could my husband bear to leave such a beauty alone in the country, making me blush with embarrassment, though I was secretly pleased.

When I asked about my husband, he said he was doing well, earning over 500 Canadian dollars a week, living alone in an apartment, and quite happy. Mr. Li's expression was strange as he said this. When I pressed him about why I hadn't heard from him, he changed the subject, saying he would explain later.

I felt something was wrong. 500 Canadian dollars was equivalent to over 3,000 RMB, which would amount to over 10,000 RMB a month. Why hadn't I received a single penny from my husband in all these years?

It was already past nine o'clock when Mr. Li said goodbye, leaving a business card with his phone number at the Jinjiang Hotel.

After he left, I prepared to go to sleep. I changed into my pajamas and suddenly saw my body in the mirror. Remembering Mr. Li's words, I couldn't help but examine my own body. It was a healthy and well-proportioned physique, with measurements of 33C-24-34, a height of 5 feet 5 inches, and a weight of 102 pounds. My husband had been gone for almost three years, but I hadn't changed much. I had snow-white skin, long legs, a pair of full and firm breasts, and a pair of large, watery eyes on an oval face. My smile was very charming, and I looked remarkably like the former Miss Japan, Norika Fujiwara. My abdomen was still the same as when I was 18, without an ounce of excess fat. Thinking about how I had been left alone in China all these years while my husband was living a good life abroad, perhaps he had even forgotten me?

As I thought about this, tears streamed down my face, and I couldn't sleep again. I didn't close my eyes all night.

To find out the truth about my husband's situation in Canada, the next afternoon, I called Mr. Li's hotel. Mr. Li very politely invited me to come and talk, and immediately sent a taxi to pick me up. Upon arriving at the New Jinjiang Hotel,

I was incredibly nervous, as it was my first time in such a luxurious place. When I met Mr. Li, all the words I had planned to say vanished. Instead, Mr. Li took the initiative to ask me how I was doing, whether I missed my husband, and so on.

This made me feel very warm. Before I knew it, it was dinner time. Mr. Li invited me to the restaurant, and we shared a bottle of red wine. He said he had traveled to many places in the world, but he had rarely seen a girl as beautiful and charming as me, so deeply devoted to her husband, waiting for him for years. His words almost brought me to tears. Seeing this, Mr. Li immediately took me out of the restaurant, saying he would take me to his room to rest until I calmed down before taking me home.

I reluctantly followed him to the room. After we sat down, he poured two glasses of whiskey from the mini-bar and we drank together. I felt a little tipsy, my face flushed, and my heart pounded. At that moment, I mustered my courage and asked Mr. Li if my husband had found someone else in Canada. He laughed and said, "How could a single man like him not have a woman? How could he have endured all these years without a woman?"

I said I didn't believe him. He laughed and said, "Yingmei, if I can prove this, how will you thank me?"

I bowed my head and said to him, "Whatever I have, I can give it to you."

He casually handed me a phone number and said, "You can make long-distance calls to Canada from here. I'll pay the phone bill. You'll know everything immediately. This is your husband's latest phone number."

I immediately dialed the number with trembling hands. A girl with a Beijing accent answered. When she learned who I was looking for, she said he had gone to work and wouldn't be back until midnight.

I suddenly realized that my husband was living with another woman. I sat there, holding the phone, motionless. Mr. Li reached out and took the phone from me. Then he said gently, "Yingmei, think positively! Your beauty can help you start your life anew. You promised that you could give me anything you have. I've liked you ever since your husband showed me your picture, you know? I've been missing you terribly!"

As he spoke, he started to unbutton the back of my dress. I looked up and saw Mr. Li looking at me with tender affection in his eyes. I felt a little scared; after all, this was the first man besides my husband. But then I thought, if my husband is so heartless, why should I remain chaste?

Besides, I had promised to repay Mr. Li. Although I didn't explicitly mean that I could have a physical relationship with him, what else could I possibly offer?

I sighed, slowly closed my eyes, and thought about how I hadn't had any sexual comfort for years. I figured I might as well enjoy it first! Mr. Li understood my heart. After gently unbuttoning my dress, he carried me to the huge

sofa bed, took off my shoes, and even removed my socks. He started by touching my little feet, then moved his hand up my legs inch by inch. As he stroked, he praised me, saying my feet were small and delicate, very cute.

He also said my legs were not only long and slender, but also snow-white and smooth, a pair of captivatingly beautiful legs. His touch felt wonderful, and his praise made me feel lightheaded. He kept kissing me, from my earlobe to my neck. While I was lost in ecstasy, he began to caress my breasts with his other hand, circling them to my nipples. Then he first sucked on my nipples, then gently ran his tongue over my waist. My body trembled and flinched involuntarily. Under the influence of his tongue, waves of lustful fluid flowed between my thighs. I felt completely floating. I couldn't help but kiss his lips, and our tongues intertwined, the sensation indescribably wonderful.

Then, he withdrew his hand, took off his own clothes and pants, and removed the last piece of clothing on my body… My little panties flew off the bed. He further caressed my vulva with his hand, inserting his fingers into my vagina. I felt an increasingly exciting stimulation around my clitoris, and I couldn't help but moan softly, my buttocks starting to sway.

Some clear fluid seeped from his glans, and his penis became even harder. He bent down, his face close to my genitals, observing my swollen, dark red vulva, his tongue licking the soft, sticky flesh. My muffled groans

stimulated him, and he used both hands to part my labia and lick my perineum vigorously. The salty, fishy taste of my labia, combined with my moans, saliva, and the vaginal fluid gushing from inside my labia, mixed together. His tongue pulled my clitoris out from under the foreskin, licking along the inside and outside of my swollen labia to the sensitive area below, and then inserted into the wet vagina. My heart yearned for him to penetrate me like my husband had always done, to fill my vagina with his penis. I had been empty for years, and I desperately needed to be filled. …

Mr. Li didn't keep me waiting long; his erect penis finally entered me. "Mmm…!" My vaginal opening gripped his warm penis tightly. To be honest, the feeling was even more stimulating than when my husband was with me, and I writhed like a madwoman.

With each rub of flesh against flesh, I tilted my head back, my throat choked with sobs, and thrust my hips forward in rhythm with Mr. Li's rhythmic thrusts. He cupped and kneaded my trembling breasts, and I shook my head shyly. We made love for a full hour. Three times I nearly fainted from pleasure. When I reached my final climax, Mr. Li finally ejaculated inside me. Only then did I realize I hadn't used any contraception, but according to my calculations, I shouldn't be pregnant now. Mr. Li

lingered on top of me, feeling the afterglow of my orgasm, before withdrawing his penis. I glanced at it; it was still seven inches long, thick and large. No wonder I had felt so ecstatic. We didn't say anything more, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

When I woke up, there was an envelope beside my pillow containing a note and 1000 RMB. It was from Mr. Li; he had business to discuss and had left. The 1000 RMB was for me to buy new summer clothes. I looked up and saw milk, bread, and jam on the table—my breakfast. I was very grateful. I took a shower and went to work.

From then on, I spent almost every night at Mr. Li's place. His bed was more comfortable than mine, the room smelled of perfume, and his sexual skills were superb, far superior to my husband's. I had no reason not to offer myself to him.

Every time we made love, he would try various positions to enter my body, bringing me endless novelty and excitement. He even brought some pornographic videotapes, the boldness of which was astonishing. I finally had my eyes opened. When I saw some scenes of group sex, I was even more excited and hugged him tightly.

Mr. Li laughed and said, "How about I invite a few friends to play with you all at the same time, like in the movies?"

I thought he was joking and laughed back, "You wouldn't dare do that!"

That night, we played wildly again. He imitated the scenes in the pornographic videotapes, putting his penis in my mouth. Although I felt it was lewd, I was too embarrassed to refuse him. He also licked and kissed my vulva, teasing my sensitive clitoris with his tongue, making me shiver all over.

He would sometimes insert his penis into my vagina and thrust in and out, and sometimes he would put the head of his penis into my mouth for me to suck on. Finally, he ejaculated in my mouth.

One weekend night, I waited for Mr. Li to return to his room. Around ten o'clock, Mr. Li returned with two friends, his business partners. One, surnamed Zhang, was from Shanghai, and the other, surnamed Huang, was from Hong Kong.

Although I wasn't very familiar with them, we occasionally met. As soon as we all sat down, Mr. Li said, "Today we'll play an exciting game. We'll play cards, a game of 'fighting for the top,' and whoever loses has to take off their clothes until they're completely naked."

I was taken aback, feeling somewhat surprised, but I didn't know what to say. Mr. Huang brought a bottle of red wine, and we drank and played. That day I had a good run of luck, and they lost all the time. When Zhang and Huang were almost completely naked, each only wearing shorts, I had only taken off my shirt.

But then, for some reason, the three men seemed to have a tacit understanding and attacked me from both sides. I lost ground repeatedly and was almost completely naked. Zhang and Huang were drooling over me.

Mr. Li finally spoke up. He smiled and said to me, "Yingmei, it's rare to be so happy today. Why don't you be a little more unrestrained and let everyone have some fun?"

I lowered my head, blushing, and remained silent. However, as soon as he finished speaking, the two friends pounced on me and lifted me onto the bed. At this moment, I was actually extremely excited and let them grope me all over.

Mr. Huang's lips went straight for my snow-white breasts, and Mr. Zhang's fingers inserted into my private parts. My legs couldn't help but tremble, and the honey-like fluid in my vagina involuntarily flowed out. Mr. Zhang's fingers kept thrusting in and out, and I couldn't help but cry out. Mr. Li watched from the side, gesturing wildly, and took out his large penis to enjoy himself.

I felt... my love juices gushing out, lying on top of Mr. Zhang, a penis inserted into my vagina, Mr. Huang's glans in my mouth, and finally Mr. Li crawled behind me and inserted his large penis into my anus.

We were playing even more excitingly than in pornographic videos, making my usually reserved self moan incessantly. As the pleasure increased, the physical impact almost made me lose my senses. I had never been so excited. Finally, all three men ejaculated in my mouth, vagina, and anus. Although I was completely disheveled, I had reached the peak of my orgasm.

After resting for a while, they helped me to the bathroom to wash up, and then we played around in the bathroom again. This time, although I didn't have as intense an orgasm as before, when Mr. Huang, who had ejaculated in my mouth, thrust his penis into my vagina, I was once again driven to ecstasy. His glans was particularly large, like a mushroom. It didn't feel like much when it was in my mouth, but now that it was inside my vagina, I knew how good it was.

There were three mature men, and I was just a 26-year-old woman. So they had many ways to play with my body to their heart's content. While Mr. Huang was raping my vagina, I still had to satisfy the other two men with my mouth and anus.

Mr. Zhang, who had just ejaculated inside my vagina, now inserted his penis into my anus. Then he sat on the toilet, holding my spread legs, and let Mr. Huang, with his large glans, thrust in and out of my vagina. Mr. Li stood beside me, feeding his penis into my mouth. This time, they played with me until they ejaculated all over my body before washing and drying me and moving me to the big bed in the bedroom to sleep.

That night, I became the tool for these three men's lust, each of them ejaculating more than three times on my tender body. The next day, I was so tired that I slept until the afternoon before I could even get up. They left $1,000 on the bedside table, and I felt like I was selling my body…

After that, the three men treated me as their shared sex toy, though it was rare for all three of them to use me at the same time. Most of the time, I would go home with one of them after dinner for his sexual gratification, and occasionally two men would have sex with me together. They were all very gentlemanly, career-oriented men, and they would give me money after each encounter, the amount varying. I was happy to be involved with them, satisfying my sexual needs and improving my financial situation.

A year passed in the blink of an eye. This May, I suddenly received a letter from Canada, from my husband whom I hadn't heard from in a long time. The letter said that two years ago, he was hit by a car on his way home late at night in Canada because he was exhausted from working. Because his visa had expired, he used someone else's healthcare card to get hospitalized. Due to brain damage, he suffered memory loss for a time, which has only now fully recovered. He has now obtained Canadian citizenship and asked me to immediately apply to go to Canada to reunite with him.

When I took this letter to Mr. Li, he was visibly embarrassed. He admitted, "I'm sorry, Yingmei, the story about your husband living with another woman was fabricated. The woman you called last time was just my housekeeper. Because I like you so much, I had to use her to deceive you. Actually, I really didn't know your husband was hospitalized. I also thought he had found someone else. Now that he wants to take you there, even if I like you a lot, I can't keep you any longer. If you want to go, I will try my best to find connections to help you with your immigration procedures, and I will cover all the immigration fees and lawyer's fees."

What could I say? I had slept with him far more often than with my husband, but my husband and I were husband and wife, and we had a passionate, beautiful love affair before we got married. I thought he had found someone else in another city, which is why I turned to another man.

Now, my misunderstanding of my husband has been cleared up. The truth is that I was unfaithful to him, and I don't want to make that mistake anymore. From my past relationship with my husband, I know he must be anxiously waiting for me. I don't want to disappoint him. Regardless, I had to see him first.

With Mr. Li's help, my paperwork was quickly approved, and I went to say goodbye to him. He asked me to spend one last passionate night with him. Actually, I was inclined to do the same. I hadn't seen him for quite some time. That night, I was prepared to let him vent his desires. However, he didn't wolf down his food. He acted as if it were our first time together.

On our first night together, he held my naked body in his arms, caressing and fondling it meticulously. He held my feet, sucking on my toes with his lips, his tongue darting between them. He kissed every inch of my body, and I temporarily forgot my feelings for my husband. I

made love wildly with this man who had deceived me into my body. You could say he had successfully tamed me into a wanton slut, or you could say I was desperately seeking justice for being deceived. I was extremely wanton, seductively demanding from him again and again. He, exhausted, ejaculated inside me five times, until I too could no longer reach my limit, and only then did this unusual act of intercourse cease.

When I was in Canada, I worked as a secretary in a Hong Kong-funded company in Shanghai. My husband, who had originally worked as a technician in a factory, went to Canada in December 1989 to study at his own expense. We had only been married for six months at the time. We had originally planned to go to Canada together, but because the borrowed money was only enough to pay for one person's tuition, he had to go alone first.

The year my husband went to Canada, he often wrote and called home. Although we were separated by the Pacific Ocean, our hearts were closely connected. I missed him terribly. But then, he suddenly disappeared without a trace.

In August 1992, a Hong Kong man surnamed Li came to our house. He said he had come from Canada and knew my husband, so he was visiting me while he was in Shanghai.

Mr. Li was about 37 or 38 years old, of average appearance, but tall and wearing glasses. At first glance, he wasn't exactly likable, but he wasn't unpleasant either. He spoke sweetly, was understanding, and spoke fluent Mandarin. From him, I learned that my husband had worked for his cleaning company, but had since found another job.

Because we all spoke Mandarin and got along well, we quickly became acquainted. He said he was in mainland China on business and would be staying for a while. He hoped I could show him around Shanghai when I had time, and he said I was very beautiful, asking how my husband could bear to leave such a beauty alone in the country. This made me blush and feel embarrassed, but secretly I was pleased.

When I asked about my husband, he said he was doing well, earning over 500 Canadian dollars a week, living alone in an apartment, and living quite happily. Mr. Li's expression was strange as he said this. When I pressed him about why I hadn't heard from him, he changed the subject, saying he would explain later.

I felt something was wrong. 500 Canadian dollars is equivalent to over 3,000 RMB, which is over 10,000 RMB a month. Why hadn't I received a single penny from my husband in all these years?

It was already past nine o'clock. Mr. Li said goodbye, leaving a business card with his phone number at the Jinjiang Hotel.

After he left, I prepared to go to sleep. I changed into my pajamas and suddenly saw my body in the mirror. Remembering Mr. Li's words, I couldn't help but examine my own body. It was a healthy and well-proportioned physique, with measurements of 33C-24-34, a height of 5 feet 5 inches, and a weight of 102 pounds. My husband had been gone for almost three years, but I hadn't changed much. I had snow-white skin, long legs, a pair of full and firm breasts, and a pair of large, watery eyes on an oval face. My smile was very charming, and I looked remarkably like the former Miss Japan, Norika Fujiwara. My abdomen was still the same as when I was 18, without an ounce of excess fat. Thinking about how I had been left alone in China all these years while my husband was living a good life abroad, perhaps he had even forgotten me?

As I thought about this, tears streamed down my face, and I couldn't sleep again. I didn't close my eyes all night.

To find out the truth about my husband's situation in Canada, the next afternoon, I called Mr. Li's hotel. Mr. Li very politely invited me to come and talk, and immediately sent a taxi to pick me up. Upon arriving at the New Jinjiang Hotel,

I was incredibly nervous, as it was my first time in such a luxurious place. When I met Mr. Li, all the words I had planned to say vanished. Instead, Mr. Li took the initiative to ask me how I was doing, whether I missed my husband, and so on.

This made me feel very warm. Before I knew it, it was dinner time. Mr. Li invited me to the restaurant, and we shared a bottle of red wine. He said he had traveled to many places in the world, but he had rarely seen a girl as beautiful and charming as me, so deeply devoted to her husband, waiting for him for years. His words almost brought me to tears. Seeing this, Mr. Li immediately took me out of the restaurant, saying he would take me to his room to rest until I calmed down before taking me home.

I reluctantly followed him to the room. After we sat down, he poured two glasses of whiskey from the mini-bar and we drank together. I felt a little tipsy, my face flushed, and my heart pounded. At that moment, I mustered my courage and asked Mr. Li if my husband had found someone else in Canada. He laughed and said, "How could a single man like him not have a woman? How could he have endured all these years without a woman?"

I said I didn't believe him. He laughed and said, "Yingmei, if I can prove this, how will you thank me?"

I bowed my head and said to him, "Whatever I have, I can give it to you."

He casually handed me a phone number and said, "You can make long-distance calls to Canada from here. I'll pay the phone bill. You'll know everything immediately. This is your husband's latest phone number."

I immediately dialed the number with trembling hands. A girl with a Beijing accent answered. When she learned who I was looking for, she said he had gone to work and wouldn't be back until midnight.

I suddenly realized that my husband was living with another woman. I sat there, holding the phone, motionless. Mr. Li reached out and took the phone from me. Then he said gently, "Yingmei, think positively! Your beauty can help you start your life anew. You promised that you could give me anything you have. I've liked you ever since your husband showed me your picture, you know? I've been missing you terribly!"

As he spoke, he started to unbutton the back of my dress. I looked up and saw Mr. Li looking at me with tender affection in his eyes. I felt a little scared; after all, this was the first man besides my husband. But then I thought, if my husband is so heartless, why should I remain chaste?

Besides, I had promised to repay Mr. Li. Although I didn't explicitly mean that I could have a physical relationship with him, what else could I possibly offer?

I sighed, slowly closed my eyes, and thought about how I hadn't had any sexual comfort for years. I figured I might as well enjoy it first! Mr. Li understood my heart. After gently unbuttoning my dress, he carried me to the huge

sofa bed, took off my shoes, and even removed my socks. He started by touching my little feet, then moved his hand up my legs inch by inch. As he stroked, he praised me, saying my feet were small and delicate, very cute.

He also said my legs were not only long and slender, but also snow-white and smooth, a pair of captivatingly beautiful legs. His touch felt wonderful, and his praise made me feel lightheaded. He kept kissing me, from my earlobe to my neck. While I was lost in ecstasy, he began to caress my breasts with his other hand, circling them to my nipples. Then he first sucked on my nipples, then gently ran his tongue over my waist. My body trembled and flinched involuntarily. Under the influence of his tongue, waves of lustful fluid flowed between my thighs. I felt completely floating. I couldn't help but kiss his lips, and our tongues intertwined, the sensation indescribably wonderful.

Then, he withdrew his hand, took off his own clothes and pants, and removed the last piece of clothing from my body… My panties flew off the bed. He further caressed my vulva, inserting his fingers into my vagina. I felt an increasingly exciting stimulation around my clitoris, and I couldn't help but moan softly, my buttocks beginning to sway. Some

clear fluid seeped from his glans, and his penis became even harder. He bent down, his face close to my genitals, observing my swollen, dark red vulva, his tongue licking the soft, sticky flesh. I let out a muffled groan.

This aroused him, and he used both hands to part my labia and lick my vulva vigorously. The salty, fishy taste of my labia, combined with my moans, mingled with the saliva and the vaginal fluid gushing from inside. His tongue pulled my clitoris out from under the foreskin, licking along the inside and outside of my swollen labia to my lower, more intimate area, before slipping into my wet opening. I desperately wanted him to insert his penis into my body, like my husband had done before, to fill my vagina. I had been empty for years, and I desperately needed to be filled. …

Mr. Li didn't keep me waiting long; his erect penis finally entered me. "Mmm…!" My vagina gripped his warm penis tightly. To be honest, the feeling was even more stimulating than when my husband was with me; I writhed like a madwoman.

With each rub of flesh against flesh, I tilted my head back, my throat choked with sobs, and thrust my hips forward in rhythm with Mr. Li's rhythmic thrusts. He cupped and kneaded my trembling breasts, and I shook my head shyly. We made love for a full hour. Three times I nearly fainted from pleasure. When I reached my final climax, Mr. Li finally ejaculated inside me. Only then did I realize I hadn't used any contraception, but according to my calculations, I shouldn't be pregnant now. Mr. Li

lingered on top of me, feeling the afterglow of my orgasm, before withdrawing his penis. I glanced at it; it was still seven inches long, thick and large. No wonder I had felt so ecstatic. We didn't say anything more, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

When I woke up, there was an envelope beside my pillow containing a note and 1000 RMB. It was from Mr. Li; he had business to discuss and had left. The 1000 RMB was for me to buy new summer clothes. I looked up and saw milk, bread, and jam on the table—my breakfast. I was very grateful. I took a shower and went to work.

From then on, I spent almost every night at Mr. Li's place. His bed was more comfortable than mine, the room smelled of perfume, and his sexual skills were superb, far superior to my husband's. I had no reason not to offer myself to him.

Every time we made love, he would try various positions to enter my body, bringing me endless novelty and excitement. He even brought some pornographic videotapes, the boldness of which was astonishing. I finally had my eyes opened. When I saw some scenes of group sex, I was even more excited and hugged him tightly.

Mr. Li laughed and said, "How about I invite a few friends to play with you all at the same time, like in the movies?"

I thought he was joking and laughed back, "You wouldn't dare do that!"

That night, we played wildly again. He imitated the scenes in the pornographic videotapes, putting his penis in my mouth. Although I felt it was lewd, I was too embarrassed to refuse him. He also licked and kissed my vulva, teasing my sensitive clitoris with his tongue, making me shiver all over.

He would sometimes insert his penis into my vagina and thrust in and out, and sometimes he would put the head of his penis into my mouth for me to suck on. Finally, he ejaculated in my mouth.

One weekend night, I waited for Mr. Li to return to his room. Around ten o'clock, Mr. Li returned with two friends, his business partners. One, surnamed Zhang, was from Shanghai, and the other, surnamed Huang, was from Hong Kong.

Although I wasn't very familiar with them, we occasionally met. As soon as we all sat down, Mr. Li said, "Today we'll play an exciting game. We'll play cards, a game of 'fighting for the top,' and whoever loses has to take off their clothes until they're completely naked."

I was taken aback, feeling somewhat surprised, but I didn't know what to say. Mr. Huang brought a bottle of red wine, and we drank and played. That day I had a good run of luck, and they lost all the time. When Zhang and Huang were almost completely naked, each only wearing shorts, I had only taken off my shirt.

But then, for some reason, the three men seemed to have a tacit understanding and attacked me from both sides. I lost ground repeatedly and was almost completely naked. Zhang and Huang were drooling over me.

Mr. Li finally spoke up. He smiled and said to me, "Yingmei, it's rare to be so happy today. Why don't you be a little more unrestrained and let everyone have some fun?"

I lowered my head, blushing, and remained silent. However, as soon as he finished speaking, the two friends pounced on me and lifted me onto the bed. At this moment, I was actually extremely excited and let them grope me all over.

Mr. Huang's lips went straight for my snow-white breasts, and Mr. Zhang's fingers inserted into my private parts. My legs couldn't help but tremble, and the honey-like fluid in my vagina involuntarily flowed out. Mr. Zhang's fingers kept thrusting in and out, and I couldn't help but cry out. Mr. Li watched from the side, gesturing wildly, and took out his large penis to enjoy himself.

I felt... my love juices gushing out, lying on top of Mr. Zhang, a penis inserted into my vagina, Mr. Huang's glans in my mouth, and finally Mr. Li crawled behind me and inserted his large penis into my anus.

We were playing even more excitingly than in pornographic videos, making my usually reserved self moan incessantly. As the pleasure increased, the physical impact almost made me lose my senses. I had never been so excited. Finally, all three men ejaculated in my mouth, vagina, and anus. Although I was completely disheveled, I had reached the peak of my orgasm.

After resting for a while, they helped me to the bathroom to wash up, and then we played around in the bathroom again. This time, although I didn't have as intense an orgasm as before, when Mr. Huang, who had ejaculated in my mouth, thrust his penis into my vagina, I was once again driven to ecstasy. His glans was particularly large, like a mushroom. It didn't feel like much when it was in my mouth, but now that it was inside my vagina, I knew how good it was.

There were three mature men, and I was just a 26-year-old woman. So they had many ways to play with my body to their heart's content. While Mr. Huang was raping my vagina, I still had to satisfy the other two men with my mouth and anus.

Mr. Zhang, who had just ejaculated inside my vagina, now inserted his penis into my anus. Then he sat on the toilet, holding my spread legs, and let Mr. Huang, with his large glans, thrust in and out of my vagina. Mr. Li stood beside me, feeding his penis into my mouth. This time, they played with me until they ejaculated all over my body before washing and drying me and moving me to the big bed in the bedroom to sleep.

That night, I became the tool for these three men's lust, each of them ejaculating more than three times on my tender body. The next day, I was so tired that I slept until the afternoon before I could even get up. They left $1,000 on the bedside table, and I felt like I was selling my body…

After that, the three men treated me as their shared sex toy, though it was rare for all three of them to use me at the same time. Most of the time, I would go home with one of them after dinner for his sexual gratification, and occasionally two men would have sex with me together. They were all very gentlemanly, career-oriented men, and they would give me money after each encounter, the amount varying. I was happy to be involved with them, satisfying my sexual needs and improving my financial situation.

A year passed in the blink of an eye. This May, I suddenly received a letter from Canada, from my husband whom I hadn't heard from in a long time. The letter said that two years ago, he was hit by a car on his way home late at night in Canada because he was exhausted from working. Because his visa had expired, he used someone else's healthcare card to get hospitalized. Due to brain damage, he suffered memory loss for a time, which has only now fully recovered. He has now obtained Canadian citizenship and asked me to immediately apply to go to Canada to reunite with him.

When I took this letter to Mr. Li, he was visibly embarrassed. He admitted, "I'm sorry, Yingmei, the story about your husband living with another woman was fabricated. The woman you called last time was just my housekeeper. Because I like you so much, I had to use her to deceive you. Actually, I really didn't know your husband was hospitalized. I also thought he had found someone else. Now that he wants to take you there, even though I like you a lot, I can't keep you any longer. If you want to go, I will do my best to find connections to help you with your immigration procedures, and I will cover all the immigration fees and lawyer's fees."

What else can I say? I've slept with him far more times than with my husband, yet we're still husband and wife, married after a long and passionate love affair. I thought he'd found someone else in another city, which is why I turned to another man.

Now, my misunderstanding of my husband has been cleared up. The truth is, I was unfaithful, and I don't want to make that mistake again. Knowing how I felt about my husband, I know he must be anxiously waiting for me. I don't want to disappoint him. No matter what, I must see him first.

With Mr. Li's help, my paperwork was quickly approved, and I went to say goodbye. He asked me to spend one last passionate night with him. Actually, I was inclined to do the same. I hadn't seen him for quite some time. That night, I was prepared to let him have his way. However, he didn't devour me. He

held my naked body in his arms, caressing and fondling me as he had on our first night together. He held my feet, sucking on my toes with his lips, and licking between my toes with his tongue. He kissed every inch of my body, and I temporarily set aside my feelings for my husband.

I made love wildly with this man who had deceived me into having my body. You could say he had successfully tamed me into a wanton slut, or you could say I was desperately trying to get justice for being deceived. I was extremely wanton, seductively demanding from him again and again. He, exhausted, ejaculated inside me five times, until I too could no longer reach my limit, and only then did this unusual act of intercourse cease.

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