Video Experience

It's the weekend, and Shouzhen took her daughter back to her hometown to visit relatives early this morning. The elders, hearing that Shouzhen had finished her work, had been urging her to come back and see them. Alone and

bored, I was overwhelmed by memories of the past—pain, self-blame, helplessness. I changed into some old clothes and started cleaning the room.

Shouzhen hadn't been home for a year, and I'd been distracted all the time, so the house was a mess. I thought that while cleaning, I could also sweep away the bad luck and unpleasant memories of the past year.

The bedroom was my first target; it held the most unpleasant memories. Wang Jinggui had taken advantage of Shouzhen here more than once, and the closet was crammed with sexy lingerie and high heels that Wang Jinggui had bought for her.

About half an hour later, I finally cleared out the things I felt shouldn't have been left behind. The bedroom doorway was piled high with a mountain of clutter: hundreds of pieces of sexy lingerie, torn stockings, various expensive high heels, stained sheets, and even a dozen condoms—judging by the size, they must have belonged to Wang Jinggui, the man who claimed to be a surrogate mother, who actually used condoms with Shouzhen. I had an urge to go and chop him up.

Looking at the mountain of clutter, I got a headache. If I threw this out, people would think I was a pervert. I had no choice but to pack it up and throw it out little by little.

I ran up and down the stairs until noon, driving to more than a dozen garbage stations before I finally finished cleaning up.

Just as I was about to throw away the last small bag of trash, a white shirt with a student ID card caught my eye. It was clearly my shirt, the one I wore on my wedding night. Shouzhen's virgin blood had stained it, and she hadn't wanted to wash it, carefully keeping it. But now it was wrapped in a sheet, filthy, and even a fool would know what those stains were.

A wave of pain washed over me. Even this most beautiful thing was ruined, and the culprit was me, my incompetence!

Without realizing it, I held it in my hand. The shirt was wrinkled, stained with yellowish-brown stains everywhere, and the sheets were clearly from our wedding night. The thought of these symbols of marriage covered in someone else's semen and my wife's vaginal fluids filled me with despair once more.

*Ding!

* A small object fell from the sheets to the floor. It was a memory card! I paused, then realized something, and with trembling hands, I picked it up.

After hesitating for a long time, I inserted it into the card reader and plugged it into the computer. The drive icon appeared quickly, 128GB, and it was full!

Opening the drive, thumbnails of videos appeared one by one. I recognized the figure almost instantly: Shouzhen!

Soon, I saw a familiar place again: the bedroom, and even the shirt Shouzhen was wearing—that now wrinkled shirt, covered in semen.

I felt dizzy, but my right hand inexplicably opened the video.

"Good girl, you're really loyal, you still kept this?"

The video started, and the first thing I heard was Deng Huifang's voice, full of teasing.

Then the camera showed the wedding bed in the bedroom. Shouzhen was naked with her back to the camera, putting on a flesh-colored stocking. Wang Jinggui stood naked beside the bed, holding the shirt and trying to put it on Shouzhen. Shouzhen dodged left and right, clearly unwilling.

"Brother Wang, don't do this, I've already wronged my husband so much, the sheets are fine, he doesn't know, but the shirt really won't do!" Shouzhen's melodious voice came through, and then she stood up and pulled the stocking up to her waist, open-crotch! Her two shapely and full labia looked even more alluring under the stocking, and water droplets clung to her sparse pubic hair, probably after she had just taken a shower.

“I told you, you have to call me husband from now on. As for this shirt, hehe… just say you can’t find it. Little wife, you actually want me to do it while you’re wearing it, right? Admit it.” Wang Jinggui draped the shirt over Shouzhen’s body, then stuck out his tongue and licked behind her ear, occasionally blowing air into it.

“No, my husband… um…” Shouzhen’s tone was still unquestionable. I felt slightly relieved, but thinking of the stains on the shirt, I knew that Shouzhen had finally given in. Wang Jinggui didn’t give Shouzhen a chance to speak. He grabbed her shoulders and kissed her with his big mouth. He bent his knees, and his huge member went straight between Shouzhen’s legs. The large glans, like a gun barrel, accidentally touched Shouzhen’s anus. Shouzhen’s body trembled, and she made two muffled noises.

“Silly husband, your little wife is giving you pointers, hurry up and thrust a few more times!” Deng Huifang’s voice rang out again, and the camera slowly zoomed in on Shouzhen. It was hard to imagine that the dignified and virtuous woman could be so wanton.

Sure enough, Wang Jinggui began to thrust back and forth, his glans gently rubbing against Shouzhen’s anus.

“Mmm…” Shouzhen’s body twisted, her buttocks both resisting and welcoming, sometimes afraid of being touched, sometimes actively letting be touched. Her hands also climbed onto Wang Jinggui’s neck.

The camera zoomed in step by step, then focused on their faces. Wang Jinggui had a lewd grin on his face, while Shouzhen had her eyes closed, her face slightly flushed! I kept telling myself that this was a physiological reaction, that her heart was with me.

The camera swept over Shouzhen’s breasts, firm and full, her two pink nipples already hardened, she was aroused! Deng Huifang stretched out her hands, teasing them with one hand. The vulvas of the two intertwined were covered in mud, making a slight rubbing sound with each back and forth movement. The open crotch of the stockings perfectly accentuated Shouzhen's beautiful buttocks, the way they met hers was incredibly lewd.

"Good girl, don't you want it? Hahaha..." Deng Huifang, like an instructor, occasionally gave pointers.

"Slut!" I stubbed out my cigarette and lit another.

"Want it? Come on!" Wang Jinggui's hands caressed Shouzhen's full buttocks, gently stroking them, his large mouth lingering on her breasts, which had grown larger, his tongue teasing them skillfully. Shouzhen's head tilted back naturally, her long hair cascading down her shoulders, exuding charm. Her shirt had fallen down, but she was oblivious. Her eyes were narrowed, her face flushed, her breathing rapid, and she let out a barely audible moan—a moan that had captivated me countless times, now heard by another man. A wave of sorrow washed over me. But what saddened me even more was that I knew Shouzhen had even more alluring, even wanton moans, but they weren't for me.

Deng Huifang rotated the camera 360 degrees, filming Shouzhen's face, but Shouzhen seemed oblivious. Perhaps she was invisible.

Having seemingly seen enough of Shouzhen's allure, Deng Huifang turned the camera to the ground. A pair of charming little feet, encased in flesh-colored stockings, appeared even more flawless. The shirt that witnessed our marriage lay at Shouzhen's feet. Deng Huifang reached out and picked it up. Underneath the shirt, I saw a pair of white high-heeled wedding shoes, another souvenir of my marriage with Shouzhen. I stared numbly at the shoes; I had ordered them for her, and she never wore them, yet now… “Come on, dear sister, put on your shoes, it's cool standing on the ground.” Deng Huifang gently guided Shouzhen's small, flesh-colored feet, putting on the shoes one by one. Shouzhen's obedience broke my heart. Those were the witnesses to our marriage, something that would stay with us for a lifetime.

Once the high heels were on, Shouzhen's legs appeared even longer, shimmering with a certain luster beneath the elegant flesh-colored stockings.

Her inner thighs and vulva became increasingly moist, and the friction of their genitals produced soft, sizzling sounds. Wearing high heels, Shouzhen, now much taller, adjusted her position, attempting to unite her vagina with Wang Jinggui's penis. The lewd posture was unbelievable. Although I had witnessed Shouzhen and Wang Jinggui's so-called conception ceremony once, it was Wang Jinggui who led it, with Shouzhen passively receiving it. But now… I suddenly remembered Deng Huifang saying that I was too reserved with Shouzhen, and I refused to believe it, thinking they wanted to undermine me and steal Shouzhen away. But now it seemed she might not have been lying.

The camera remained focused on their point of contact. Shouzhen tried again and again to insert the object, but failed each time. After nearly a dozen attempts, Shouzhen's delicate hand finally appeared in the frame, grasping the enormous thing and guiding it towards her already gradually opening vagina. No, it should be said, inserted! My head buzzed, and my ears rang.

No, this isn't my Shouzhen, she isn't, but that figure, that beautiful hair, that alluring moan, and the ring on her jade hand gripping Wang Jinggui's penis—that's our wedding ring.

"Ah!"

Shouzhen's cry reached my ears, sounding like both pain and pleasure, but she wasn't calling out to me, but to Wang Jinggui, our sugar daddy.

"Good sister, you've got your wish, is it good?" Deng Huifang zoomed in on Shouzhen's face. It was the second time I'd seen Shouzhen like that. Her delicate face was filled with excitement and anticipation, her cheeks flushed with an alluring blush, her eyes glazed, her breath coming in short gasps, her lips slightly upturned, and a seductive moan escaping her throat. It was even more melodious, even louder, carrying a deeper yearning.

"Little wife, is it good?" Wang Jinggui thrust his penis tightly inside Shouzhen, swaying it from side to side.

Shouzhen actually nodded, her hands once again wrapping around Wang Jinggui's neck. Wang Jinggui grinned at the camera, his arms outstretched, embracing Shouzhen's buttocks as he began to thrust. Shouzhen moaned, her legs, clad in high heels, trembling under the strain. Had Wang Jinggui not been holding her, she might have collapsed to the ground.

The squelching sounds of their penetration were exceptionally clear. My mind went blank, my heart numb. Only my lower body, aroused by the lewd atmosphere, hardened, generating a strange excitement.

Deng Huifang also turned the camera towards the source of the sounds. Wang Jinggui's large hands were embedded in the flesh of Shouzhen's plump buttocks, his thick, long penis rhythmically moving in and out, accompanied by the flow of her vaginal fluid and Shouzhen's moans. The fluid slowly trickled down her thighs, the lewd and unfamiliar scene filling my mind, my eyes unable to leave the image.

“So much water, honey, you’re so naughty! Look at what you’ve done to Shouzhen, oh dear, it’s even splashed out!” Deng Huifang continued pointing and gesturing, getting so close that a few drops of her fluids were splashed onto the camera lens.

“Last time her husband was right outside the door, she was even more excited, but she couldn’t let loose. I sent her husband away, and she immediately revealed her lewd side. Unfortunately, her husband didn’t understand and came back later, spoiling our fun, didn’t he, little wife?” Wang Jinggui got excited and immediately started talking non-stop.

Shouzhen didn’t speak, still immersed in the pleasure of intercourse.

“Good girl, talk to her, talking can flirt, it’s easier to get excited, and the chances of getting pregnant are higher.” Deng Huifang pointed and gesturing from the side.

“Don’t say anything, I… I’m sorry… to my husband.” Shouzhen spoke intermittently, her words filled with pleading.

"It's your husband again! Damn it, I'll fuck you to death, you slut! You get excited just mentioning your husband, stop pretending!" Wang Jinggui seemed somewhat dissatisfied, thrusting into Shouzhen even harder, slapping her plump buttocks hard with his right hand. Shouzhen cried out in pain.

"Good girl, this is just a flirting trick, don't take it seriously. Just like how you get excited when my husband scolds you, come on, put on this new dress, my husband will be even more excited." Deng Huifang seduced Shouzhen while putting the shirt on her from behind.

Shouzhen was dizzy from Wang Jinggui's rapid thrusting and didn't care what she was wearing. Wang Jinggui gave his wife an approving look, becoming even more excited, his eyes lingering on the shirt and wedding shoes.

"You're wearing your wedding shoes and making me do this? Aren't you afraid your husband will find out?"

"Wedding shoes... okay... wipe them."

"Slut! You're deceiving yourself. Come on, let your husband see how slutty you are. Let's change positions!"

With a "plop," Wang Jinggui pulled out his penis, bringing with it a large amount of precum that gushed out, splashing all over the floor. The rest flowed down his inner thighs, soaking his stockings. Deng Huifang tirelessly photographed these lewd scenes.

Shouzhen looked at Wang Jinggui and his wife in a daze. Wang Jinggui picked up Shouzhen and stepped onto the bed, gesturing for her to turn her back. Shouzhen showed no resistance or dissatisfaction, obedient as a lamb. Besides numbness, I also felt a trace of curiosity.

In my memory, Shouzhen had always been indifferent to sex. I always had to coax her to be happy before she would reward me, and it had to be done in the dark, not during the day, and I couldn't upset her. But now Wang Jinggui had broken several taboos, and Shouzhen just let it go.

Shouzhen stood with her back to Wang Jinggui, her jade-like buttocks arching back, awaiting his penetration. Was this my dignified, beautiful, virtuous, and well-mannered wife? If I asked her to do this, would she listen? My eyes were drawn to the image, my penis bulging in my pants, my hands already inside. Since Shouzhen left as a surrogate, I'd developed a masturbation habit; it was hard to imagine I was a married man.

"Come on, little wife, put it in yourself. Use your right hand!" Wang Jinggui pressed his enormous penis against Shouzhen's vulva, but didn't penetrate, letting her do it herself. When Shouzhen extended her left hand, Wang Jinggui grabbed it, insisting on her right. By then, I understood his intentions; he wanted to humiliate Shouzhen, which would excite him, and of course, Shouzhen would be excited too. I had no doubt about that.

Shouzhen, yearning for satisfaction, didn't think too much and obediently extended her right hand. The ring on her ring finger was so glaring; Deng Huifang zoomed in, giving the ring a close-up. When her right hand grasped Wang Jinggui's penis, Deng Huifang deliberately said, "This ring is so beautiful, it's even more beautiful when it's wet!"

Shouzhen realized what was happening and hurriedly tried to pull her hand away, but it was too late. Wang Jinggui gently rubbed Shouzhen's delicate hand against his penis, then pressed it against his scrotum and began to grope.

"Don't do this, I can't, ah, ah, ah," Shouzhen pleaded, turning back to look at Wang Jinggui. Before she could finish speaking, Wang Jinggui thrust into her violently. Shouzhen, already unsteady on the bed in her high heels, was pushed against the wall at the head of the bed, where our wedding photo was displayed. Shouzhen tried to adjust herself, but Wang Jinggui thrust three times in quick succession. Unable to stand, she lost her balance and could only hold onto the wedding photo,

repeatedly saying no. Looking at Shouzhen lying on the wedding photo, Wang Jinggui became even more ruthless, thrusting wildly. Shouzhen kept saying no while moaning and groaning, her voice growing increasingly louder.

Deng Huifang continued filming behind them, occasionally interjecting with comments.

"Good sister, look up at your husband, that'll make it more exciting."

"Good sister, scream louder."

On my and Shouzhen's wedding bed, Shouzhen, wearing her wedding shoes and the shirt from our wedding night, was being vigorously fucked by Wang Jinggui, who was holding our wedding photo. Wang Jinggui's thick penis filled Shouzhen's vagina completely, his firm, dark buttocks contrasting sharply with Shouzhen's snow-white, pert buttocks. The sounds of flesh colliding and Shouzhen's moans echoed in the room. The squelching

sounds between her legs grew louder and louder, and the vaginal fluid from their union flowed down her legs, soaking a large patch of her stockings.

"Baby, look at the wedding photo, quick!"

"Good sister, look at the wedding photo."

Shouzhen refused no matter what. Wang Jinggui yelled "Damn it!" and lifted Shouzhen's waist, pressing her against the wall and thrusting violently. Shouzhen screamed hoarsely, but turned her head to one side, refusing to look at the wedding photo.

"You're moaning so wildly, baby. We really chose the right place! Looking at our wedding photos, you're almost here, aren't you? Let your husband see how I make you climax, quick, baby." Wang Jinggui felt the movement inside Shouzhen and became excited.

"No!" Shouzhen cried out.

"You've already let me do it to you, wearing your wedding shoes and ring while touching my dick, the sheets and wedding photos are covered in your juices, what are you pretending for! You're a slut, admit it!" Wang Jinggui was furious.

"I'm sorry, husband, I'm sorry... Waaah..." Shouzhen pressed her face against the wedding photo, tears streaming down her face.

With a pop, Wang Jinggui pulled out his penis, a stream of fluid gushing onto the pillows at the head of the bed, soaking the two colorful mandarin duck pillows with her juices.

"No, no!" Shouzhen cried out, turning her head, her face flushed red, her eyes heartbreaking.

"Can't take it anymore, huh? Stop pretending! Turn around!" Wang Jinggui made Shouzhen turn around, then lifted her up through her legs and pressed her down onto the wedding photo. Shouzhen almost immediately grabbed Wang Jinggui's penis and aimed it at her wide-open vagina, no longer caring about the wedding ring. Wang Jinggui chuckled and thrust in without hesitation, starting to pump rapidly without a word.

Shouzhen's face was flushed, her eyes were glazed, her mouth was wide open, and she was breathing heavily, almost gasping for air. Her hands gripped Wang Jinggui's back tightly, leaving red scratches. Her full, white breasts were deformed by Wang Jinggui's chest, the rounded curves on both sides making one's blood boil. Her small feet, clad in wedding shoes and stockings, swayed back and forth as she was being fucked. Her glazed eyes stared at her small feet, or perhaps at the wedding shoes on her feet, unblinking.

"Good girl, is it comfortable to be fucked while wearing your new wedding shoes?" Deng Huifang leaned closer.

"Hmm." Shouzhen looked at Deng Huifang and responded.

"That's right, don't suppress yourself too much, do what you want, and moan when you feel good. This is a privilege God gave us women. Do you know what your lower body looks like right now? I'll take a picture for you, okay?" Deng Huifang continued to entice her, taking out her phone to take a picture, which Shouzhen stared at intently.

"Brother Wang, I'm coming! Ahhh, I can't take it anymore!" Shouzhen suddenly cried out.

"Call me husband!" Wang Jinggui threatened, "Do you want to reach the peak? Call me now, your husband doesn't know."

"Call me, good sister, it's not like you haven't called me before. Call me like last time, and you'll go to heaven." Deng Huifang enticed, and Shouzhen in the camera was at a loss, her hands flailing wildly, her small feet tightly wrapped around Wang Jinggui's waist, her left wedding shoe slipped off and hung on her toes, swaying. Deng Huifang approached, and only Shouzhen's face was visible in the camera.

"Fuck me, husband!" Shouzhen whispered in Wang Jinggui's ear.

"I'll fuck you to death!"

"Slap slap slap slap slap!"

"Ah! Mmm... Mmm..." Shouzhen moaned lewdly, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth and down her chin.

I had never heard Shouzhen's lewd moans on the computer before. This was Shouzhen's true face, was this the sound of climax?

"

Good sister, look here." Deng Huifang suddenly shouted, and then the camera panned back, clearly reflecting everything on the bed in the mirror on the dressing table. Wang Jinggui was vigorously fucking Shouzhen, Shouzhen moaned lewdly, both her mouths dripping with fluid, and behind them was our wedding photo.

Shouzhen saw it, a trace of shame flashed across her face, but it quickly disappeared, replaced by satisfaction and excitement, her eyes still fixed on the mirror, moaning lewdly, trembling, the wedding shoe on her foot finally fell off, revealing a charming little foot, tightly taut.

"Good sister, wasn't I right?" Deng Huifang laughed.

The camera refocused on their joined bodies. Wang Jinggui's penis slowly withdrew, bringing with it a stream of milky-white vaginal fluid. Shouzhen's vagina was still twitching; the previously barely visible opening was now nearly two fingers wide.

The camera remained focused on Shouzhen's vagina. Behind it, the wedding photo clearly showed the wedding rings on Shouzhen's and my hands, but now another man was pressing Shouzhen down and fucking her, bringing her to orgasm. Very milky-white semen slowly dripped out, the two rings becoming like background. The camera then fell on the bed, where drops of semen were dripping onto Shouzhen's and my wedding pillow. Unlike the previous vaginal fluid, the semen stood out starkly against the bright red pillow. The camera zoomed in, revealing Deng Huifang holding a pair of wedding shoes, a few drops of semen on the surface.

My penis inexplicably tingled, and a thick stream of semen shot into my pants. I couldn't remember the last time I had experienced the pleasure of ejaculation; it was something I had kept since learning of Shouzhen's pregnancy. I had planned to ejaculate inside Shouzhen, but I couldn't find the opportunity. I didn't want to force her, but now that I saw Shouzhen so obediently posing for me, letting him fuck her, all the semen I'd been saving for almost a year gushed out—how ironic.

The sound of a camera shutter rang out.

"Good sister, look at your masterpiece!" Deng Huifang showed the two of them her phone. Shouzhen came to her senses and struggled. Wang Jinggui, however, watched with great interest.

"The facts are the facts. Does it disappear if you don't look? Little wife, I'm telling you, I'm truly devoted to you. Don't you understand? I hope you forget him and come with me." Wang Jinggui was unusually serious.

"Impossible! I love my husband!" Shouzhen kicked off her shoes, squatted on the pillow, and started crying, her semen staining her shirt.

"Good sister, even so, it doesn't matter. You two can just be a couple in bed. Look how well you two match." Deng Huifang chuckled.

Shouzhen cried even harder, muttering "I'm sorry.

" "Oh, the memory is full. What are we going to do later, husband?" Deng Huifang's voice was very low.

"Of course, I'll take care of you too, then we'll do it with condoms, it can go on for a long time, I'll fuck you to death!" Wang Jinggui sneered.

The video cut off.

I sat blankly in front of the computer, staring at the dozen or so videos still showing, lost in thought. I love keeping my virginity, but can I handle it?

[The End]

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