The Story of My Beloved Wife - Dinner Party

I accompanied my wife to her abortion clinic. She hasn't been working since, so there's not much to say, hence the lack of updates. Please forgive me.
The question of who the father is has been hotly debated among the forum members. But that's just how society is these days. It's easy for a young woman working in the workforce to be subjected to unspoken rules, especially for someone like my wife who works in sales at a private company. Plus, she's young and quite attractive.
My wife was very well-behaved during her month-long stay-at-home period. There was a little incident: her direct supervisor, Brother Gao (the creepy guy who brought her home), came to visit once and treated us to dinner. Watching him and my wife chatting and laughing at the table, my penis was constantly hard. Despite
her rest, she's still a little slut. Two weeks after the abortion, she couldn't resist wanting sex. At first, she was hesitant, wanting me to penetrate her anus (she didn't know I saw in her chat history that she'd already been used all three orifices during her studies abroad). I cooperated once, but it wasn't satisfying. My wife wasn't satisfied either, so she half-heartedly let me penetrate her vagina. Youth is great; her vagina recovers so quickly.
While she was recovering, her company held its anniversary celebration and invited us to the office. We had a buffet dinner that night, and I sat at a table with my wife, Gao Ge, and a group of male colleagues (it's really funny; my wife's outgoing personality definitely attracts male colleagues). My wife was wearing a white cheongsam she had custom-made for her studies abroad, paired with white stockings with a lace pattern and silver Ferragamo heels. Her slicked-back hair was adorned with a pink bow—a complete college student look. I couldn't resist and, while she was changing, I pushed her against the wardrobe and ejaculated all over her stockings. She only had one pair, and to match the cheongsam, she had no choice but to wipe it clean and continue wearing it. The faint smell of semen when I was close to her... I wonder if her colleagues got huge erections from the smell.
Because many high-ranking officials were there that day, my wife and I, despite our attempts to refuse, ended up drinking quite a bit. That guy, Gao, was practically jumping around with his bunch of underlings, taking turns toasting my wife. One minute he was saying that since she wasn't working, there weren't any eye-catching goddesses in the company (meaning there weren't any masturbation partners, I guess), and the next he was telling his underlings to learn sales from their senior (my wife was the top sales performer in the department last year; you can imagine how much she sacrificed). He said beautiful women are all vain, and before we knew it, she'd drunk almost half a bottle of red wine. I even accompanied my wife to the bathroom to throw up twice.
After the banquet, there was a private drinking session, where we sat in small groups. Because Gao kept whispering to my wife, making her laugh uncontrollably—I don't know what they were saying—and there were so many beautiful women in the room, I didn't want to sit with my wife and Gao and be a third wheel (or maybe it was the other way around), so I went off to watch the women smoke. While helping a drunk young woman at table 36, I unintentionally or unintentionally helped her down. As I did so, she squatted down, and my hand slipped under her skirt. This little slut was wearing open-crotch black stockings, and a thong at that! My fingers almost went inside her. Her vagina was wet, probably touched by others before. Luckily, she was drunk and thanked me.
After finishing my cigarette, I returned to my seat, but my wife and Gao were gone. I called, but no one answered. My wife's bag was still on the table. Then, the guys at the next table whispered that Gao had helped his wife to vomit. I rushed to the restroom. As I approached the women's stall, I heard someone vomiting inside. It was my wife. That Gao was shameless, going straight into the women's restroom! But the noise really was my wife vomiting. Driven by lust, I didn't call them, but quietly went into the next stall and locked the door.
My wife vomited for a while, then I heard them flushing. I assumed they were done and would come out. I wanted to wait for them to come out before leaving. But I waited for more than 10 minutes and there was still no movement. Now I felt something was wrong. I wondered what that guy Gao was up to. I couldn't see anything from next to me, and I was worried my wife was being taken advantage of right under my nose. I was getting anxious.
Suddenly, I noticed a large gap in the partition, filled with glue. I was secretly pleased. I used my key to poke a hole in the glue and gently tore a large slit. That's when I saw clearly that Gao had lowered the toilet seat. He was sitting on the toilet, and my wife was curled up in his arms, seemingly asleep, her face flushed and pitiful. But when I saw Gao's hands, I was furious. This guy's left hand was groping my wife's see-through stockings, and his right hand was inside her collar, kneading her breasts like dough. My wife seemed quite drunk, and she started moaning softly. Seeing this, Gao quickly stopped, listened intently for a while, then took a small hand towel from his pocket and stuffed it into his wife's mouth. His wife was probably quite drunk, as she immediately fell silent.
Because my wife and I enjoy playing various positions and locations together, all of her pantyhose have been cut open-crotch. Tonight, for this dinner party, I specifically asked my wife not to wear underwear, so we could have sex on the rooftop when we get home (the rooftop is deserted, it's our usual spot for sex). This would be perfect for Gao. Seeing that his wife was silent, Gao placed her on the toilet seat, using her legs as a fulcrum to support her limp body. From next door, I only heard Gao mutter, "Slut!" He must have seen her open-crotch pantyhose and the heart-shaped pubic hair he had just trimmed on her pink vulva.
My wife shaved that heart-shaped pubic hair at my insistence. Beforehand, I'd been constantly telling her she was a "white tiger girl" (a term for someone who is overly concerned with being attractive), so shaving it all off gave me a good time. Later, when the hair grew back, she complained of being pricked and it hurt a lot, so she didn't dare wear underwear for a month. I wonder if her male colleagues enjoyed seeing her that month. (My wife's office is like a huge internet cafe; one desk has four shelves, and the space under the desk is empty. Apparently, when my wife wears a short skirt to work, male colleagues across the hall would intentionally or unintentionally try to pick up pens, but she was oblivious until I reminded her to clench her thighs.)
Just then, Gao's phone rang. I jumped back in fright. I heard Gao whisper something like, "Idiot…toilet…who else…that guy from Beijing last time…drunk…come quick…" I immediately thought, "Oh no, it must be Boss Zhu calling. This fat pig Zhu is the one who represented the company in the negotiations last time, specifically requesting my wife to take notes and go to Beijing with him." After hanging up the phone, I heard Gao chuckle. When I looked through the peephole, I saw that Gao had already unzipped my wife's cheongsam, letting it sag down to her stomach. My wife wasn't wearing a bra; Gao had torn off her nipple covers and stuffed them into his pocket. My wife's 36D, fair breasts were bouncing right in front of Gao. My wife was very fair-skinned, with pink areolas and labia majora and minora. Gao didn't hold back at all, pressing his head down to suckle my wife's nipples, pinching them as he did so. He definitely wasn't my wife. My wife groaned softly, a little hurt from being pinched, and then I saw something that really got to my head: her nipples were dripping milk. Because she had been accidentally pregnant, we hesitated for months before finally getting an abortion. Unexpectedly, with good nutrition during this time, and the repeated stimulation from me and Gao, she had started producing milk. Gao seemed quite surprised too; he wiped the milk off his face, muttered "This slut," and switched to the other nipple to suckle—no, this time he was biting. My wife probably felt the pain in her sleep, her body twisting and turning. It made me feel a pang of sadness. Although I could accept that my wife had been taken advantage of, since it was for work, it still hurt.
Just as I was about to snort and scare Gao away, Boss Zhu swaggered in, carrying a wine bottle. As soon as he entered the women's restroom, he shouted, "Where is he, Gao XX?" Brother Gao hurriedly abandoned my wife and opened the door to welcome Boss Zhu in. Boss Zhu froze upon entering a stall, then smiled after a long pause, whispering to Brother Gao, "You little rascal, I told you you were missing, so you were here playing with women." Suddenly, Boss Zhu hesitated, then said, "Isn't this that woman from Beijing last time? That slut, you brought her here?" Brother Gao smiled obsequiously, "That's right, that slut drank too much and insisted I come with her to throw up. I heard she got pregnant after coming back from Beijing and just had an abortion. You don't think it's ours, do you? Last time I accompanied Boss Wang (the other party's business owner), and for two days I was picked up by Boss Wang." Hearing this, I realized that my wife's last business trip had so many stories behind it. Next time, I'll definitely find an opportunity to get my wife drunk and ask her properly.
Mr. Zhu said, "XX, I'm so old, how could I be mine? They're all yours, you little brat, hmph," and then let out a burp. Both men fell silent. Suddenly, Mr. Zhu grinned wickedly and said, "This girl's pussy is still so tender." Then he actually shoved the bottle into his wife's vagina. His wife let out a soft "Ugh!" and Brother Gao quickly covered her mouth, staring at Mr. Zhu in astonishment. Mr. Zhu cursed, "I'll fuck you until you're a slut, so your wife can keep being cuckolded," while forcefully shoving the bottle into his wife's vagina. After dozens of thrusts, his wife's vulva was no longer pink; it was engorged and deep red. Each time the bottle cap came out, his wife's tender vulva and labia minora were turned inside out. Meanwhile, Brother Gao wasn't idle either; he pulled out his penis and shoved it into his wife's mouth, while lifting her up with his other hand, picking up the toilet brush, and sticking the handle into her anus. My poor wife was thus penetrated three times by two male bosses. (Although I knew from my wife's diary and chat history that she had been sexually assaulted by her roommate while studying in Australia, this was the first time I'd ever experienced such a violent penetration.)
My wife's throat felt sore from the intense penetration that she suddenly started vomiting. Gao and Zhu quickly pulled out. Zhu pulled out the bottle, unscrewed the cap, and while Gao turned my wife over so she was face down on the toilet, he inserted the bottle back into her vagina. My wife vomited violently. When she was turned over, a toilet brush was still stuck in her anus, her beautiful legs were trembling, and she was crying out, "Husband, I can't take it anymore, stop, I want to sleep." It seemed she thought I was doing this at home.
While my wife was vomiting, Zhu and Gao didn't stop either. Zhu kept thrusting the bottle in and out, even discussing whether my wife looked better in these white see-through stockings or the black lace stockings she wore in Beijing last time. Mr. Zhu also said, "You little rascal, you like white stockings again. Last time you were drunk and forgot you put Xiaotian's black stockings on your penis, and it tore her vagina." The next day, she rested in her room for most of the day, and I was the one who brought her lunch, haha." Brother Gao retorted, "You should thank me for going to Xiaotian's room at noon and making her cry. Her eyes were swollen all night, and you were having a good time." Mr. Zhu said, "Yeah, it's all your fault. You tore Xiaotian's vagina. When I went there, she was applying medicine. She was wearing such a short nightgown and no underwear. Do you think I could resist?" After saying that, they both laughed.
After my wife finished vomiting, Brother Gao lifted my wife up, this time turning her around, holding her waist, and inserted his penis into my wife's vagina. Although Brother Gao is not tall, his penis is still very thick, about 3cm wide. Mr. Zhu pulled the bottle out; it appeared to be filled with about 10cm of vaginal fluid. With a wicked grin, he grabbed his wife's hair and forced the fluid into her mouth. I could hear her gulping as she drank it from next door. Then he shoved his already hard penis into her mouth. They continued this for about half an hour. At this point, Brother Gao, grinning wickedly, said to Mr. Zhu, "How about we take her upstairs to your office?"

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