The construction site toilet where the adulterous wife was finished

My husband, Awei, is an architect and supervisor. He's constantly on construction sites, sometimes even living there alongside the workers in a makeshift shed. This night, after we made love in our big bed at home, he lingered, holding me close and saying, "I'm going to a construction site next week on a business trip. I'll be staying there. Why don't you come with me?" "Me? What would I do there? And are there even girls' dorms? Do you want me to squeeze in with those smelly workers like you?" Hearing my words, he smiled maliciously. He said, "I want you to live with the workers, and I want you to be gang-raped by them." "Ugh! You're so perverted! I don't want to!" "Didn't you say you wanted to be a prostitute during sex? The lowest kind of prostitute? If that's the case, why don't you come to the construction site with me? I guarantee I'll fulfill your desires." "Get lost!" "I was just kidding with you, who would really want to become a prostitute?" "So you're lying to me?" "I'm just saying these things to make you happy." "If you're just kidding, then why are your nipples hard again? And your pussy is all wet, look, even your clitoris is swollen." "Huh? Hmm? Huh? Is that because you're touching me?" "I wasn't touching you just now, it was already like this when I touched you. You must be thinking about the wild men in the shed, so you're excited, you little slut." As my husband spoke, he teased my sensitive private parts with his fingers. His penis, which had just ejaculated not long ago, became hard again and slid into my wet and hot vagina from behind my buttocks.

"Ahhh?" My husband started thrusting rapidly, making me gasp for breath. At the same time, he asked me, "Are you going or not?" "No? Not going?" Hearing my words, my husband suddenly stopped moving as if deflated. I writhed in discomfort, sticking my butt out and begging him to fuck me, humming, "Why aren't you fucking me? Hurry up and fuck me!" "If you don't go, I won't fuck you." "No? Fuck me? I want it?" I pleaded, sticking my butt out and grabbing his hand to touch my breasts. Suddenly, my husband's fingers pinched my nipple hard. "Ah!" Caught off guard, I cried out in pain and excitement.

My husband licked my earlobe with his tongue, seducing me, "Those workers toil under the scorching sun every day, they're all muscular like bodybuilders. You've always liked that celebrity, haven't you? I've seen plenty of guys at the construction site who are even more handsome than him. Don't you want to go see them?" "So you really enjoy sending me out to be with other men, making me work as a prostitute at a construction site, seeing me being humiliated? Does that make you happy?" "Yes! I just love seeing you being fucked by random men, watching..." "You're so lewd and wanton!" my husband said, thrusting his big cock in and out, making me moan "Ahhh?" as my pussy gushed with wetness. Then my husband suddenly flipped over and pressed down on me, his cock entering my pussy from the front, pushing it hard into my hot, soft, wet pussy. He even stretched out his hand, touching my genitals and using his fingers to poke my anus, as if imitating two men fucking me at the same time, which made my moans double.

"Promise me! Come with me next week." My husband said to me in a commanding tone, while he gripped my breasts and thrust into my cunt with all his might, seemingly not wanting to leave me any room to resist. I moaned and replied, "Whatever? Whatever you want? Don't blame me if they ruin me!" "I want to ruin you! I want to turn you into a rotten whore! That way I'll like you even more, and it would be best if you became a sex toy on the construction site!" "Ahhh? Harder! I'm a sex toy, a public toilet for men, anyone can use me! I want a big cock! Lots and lots of big cocks! Ahhh! I'm coming! I'm going to orgasm! I'm orgasming!" My loud moans could definitely be heard next door, but I didn't care anymore.

My arms wrapped around my husband's neck, my legs, clad in flesh-colored stockings, clamped around his thick waist, while simultaneously clenching my vagina and anus, letting waves of orgasmic currents surge through my entire body.

Next week arrived quickly. My husband and I flew and then drove to a construction site in another city.

After showing his ID to the security guard at the gate, my husband took two hard hats, put one on me, and led me into the construction site. I followed beside him, dragging my suitcase.

At that moment, I stood out, like a bright red flower in a lush green field. The surrounding workers stopped what they were doing and looked at me, their eyes scanning my beautiful makeup and the sexy figure outlined by my tight-fitting short dress.

Then, my husband casually leaned closer to me and asked me to show them something. He said that a prostitute has to be inspected by her customers first. My husband's words spurred me on, causing my already restless
desire to surge rapidly. After a brief struggle between reason and passion, I pretended to accidentally drop the handle of my suitcase. I then squatted down, feigning to pick it up, but my legs were spread wide open, revealing my shaved pubic hair and stockings sticking to my vulva to all the workers staring at me.

"Hmm?" Their eyes seemed to spit fire, and I, overwhelmed by their gazes, actually trembled and reached orgasm.

My husband, familiar with the construction site, quickly led me to the workers' shed and told me that this was where I would stay that night.

Pushing open the shed door, I was hit by a strong, sour stench. Dozens of beds were scattered haphazardly inside, with cigarette butts, trash, and dirty, smelly clothes and socks strewn everywhere on the floor and tables.

On some of the beds, several people were lying down; some were looking at their phones, while others were dozing off.
My husband and I went inside, and he found me a bed that looked like no one had used it. He said, "You can sleep in this bed tonight." So I obediently moved my luggage to the side of the bed.

At this moment, a man with a cell phone sat up from the bed and asked us who we were in a thick rural accent.

My husband said, "The foreman, here to inspect the work." The man said "Oh," went to the side to pour us two glasses of water, and then his eyes started to look me up and down, occasionally glancing at the cleavage exposed by my open neckline.
My husband took out a laptop from his bag, opened it, and connected to a sex forum. Immediately, a photo popped up—a nude photo of me. In the photo, I had a lewd expression, one hand grabbing my breast, sucking on my nipple with my teeth, and the other hand reaching down to spread my wet labia.

My husband said, "I need to go to the toilet." Then he left the shed with the computer on, leaving me alone inside.

After her husband left, the man went to his husband's computer, scrolled down the webpage, and quickly saw my second erotic photo. In this photo, my white buttocks were sticking up high, and the words "Public Toilet" were clearly written on one side of my buttocks. The man swallowed hard, then turned his attention to me in reality.

At that moment, I was pretending to pack my suitcase. After opening a few pieces of clothing, a whole bunch of sex toys were revealed underneath: a black-sized dildo, a large vibrating egg with bumps, and an anal plug shaped like a cannonball, etc.

The man's crotch was already swollen like a small mountain. He slowly approached me like a wild beast, and just then, a pair of large hands suddenly grabbed me from behind and covered my mouth to prevent me from screaming.

I don't know when, but it seemed like all the men in the shed had come to life. One of them ran to the door and deftly locked it from the inside. The rest of them couldn't wait any longer and pinned me to the bed, tearing my already thin clothes and stockings to shreds, and shoving their hard penises into my cunt.

"Oh oh oh! Oh oh oh!" And so began the scene of a woman being gang-raped by multiple men.

They used my torn clothes to make ropes and tied my hands behind my back. Then they pushed me down onto the bed headfirst, with my buttocks sticking up, covered my head with a moldy, smelly blanket, and began to gang-rape my cunt one by one from behind.

"Ahhhhh?" My moans were muffled by the blanket, the only sounds
echoing in the large shed were the slapping sounds of my big buttocks being pounded, the men's heavy breathing, and the wet sounds of my cunt being fucked.

They were squeezing and kneading my two plump buttocks hard, making them red and hot, making me crave their cocks even more, and wanting them to fuck me harder.

Suddenly, I felt a wetness on my toes. Someone was sucking on my flesh-colored stockinged feet, their tongue moving between my toes, giving me a strange pleasure. I couldn't help but twist my buttocks to meet the men's thrusts.

Before long, some men who couldn't wait to line up and fuck me started targeting my anus. They yanked the blanket off my head, grabbed my throat, and lifted me up like a bitch. Then they sandwiched me between two men like a sandwich. These workers' pectoral muscles were as hard as rocks, while my breasts were as soft as greased cheese. Under the pressure of their pectoral muscles and the kneading of their hands, they changed shape at will, and even my nipples couldn't escape being stretched.

"Ahhh? Hmm?" Intense pleasure coursed through my body like electric currents, making my moans grow louder and louder.

Then, someone used their fingers to pry open my anus, and a thick, hard cock was shoved inside!
"Ohhh!" The feeling of being fucked by two cocks at the same time was so good! "Ugh!" I felt like my whole body was melting. My consciousness gradually blurred, leaving only waves of pleasure surging through my sensitive nerves. My eyes involuntarily rolled upwards, and my tongue drooped from the corner of my mouth like a bitch's, drool dripping down.

A man climbed from the floor onto the table, aimed at my mouth, and thrust his ugly penis in. Instantly, a fishy, foul smell filled my mouth, and his huge glans pushed against my throat, causing me to gag. But my saliva secreted even more excitedly, and my tongue involuntarily wrapped around his penis.

"Ugh?" I sucked, like eating a delicious sausage.

The feeling of having all three holes filled made my mind and body drown in lust and pleasure. So much so that when I reached orgasm, I couldn't believe that I could ejaculate a large amount of vaginal fluid from my cunt, just like the glamorous actresses in porn movies!

"Mmm?" My body trembled uncontrollably from exhaustion and the afterglow of orgasm. At the same time, some of them ejaculated inside me, but the rest gave me no chance to catch my breath. They immediately filled in, pounding my slutty ass with loud slapping sounds until they poured wave after wave of thick semen into my vagina, anus, and mouth.

"Knock knock," a knock sounded on the door, and my husband asked from outside, "Is anyone home?" Seeing this, the workers quickly dressed and threw me on the bed, covering my torn clothes and reddened body with a blanket.

A worker opened the door for my husband. After saying "thank you," he came inside and stood beside me. He looked at me with a complex expression, but more than anything, he exuded an intense excitement. No explanation was needed; he clearly knew what had just happened. Perhaps he had been peeking from outside the door, or perhaps my disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, dazed eyes, and the semen still lingering on my lips were the best evidence.

"Wife," my husband declared our relationship in front of everyone, surprising the workers who had just gang-raped me. However, their smiles quickly turned malicious.
By evening, word of my affair had spread throughout the construction site. Almost all the workers seemed to know that the project supervisor's wife was a slut. Meanwhile, I was holding a basin and a towel, squeezed among a long line of workers, waiting for a spot in the shower. The dress I wore from home this morning was torn to shreds, so
I took out a dress I usually wear from my suitcase that wasn't revealing at all and put it on. But no matter how properly I dressed, a woman appearing on a construction site where there were only men, and having to queue up to shower with them, was bound to attract attention.

"Hey, is that the foreman's wife?" "I heard she was having a wild time with those drivers who work the night shift transporting cement and sand in the workers' shed, the ground was covered in her cum." "She looks pretty decent, maybe those drivers are just crazy about women and they're having a wet dream and trying to seduce us." "I think I saw this woman this morning, yes, it's her, showing her cunt to people at the construction site." The whispers behind me made my cheeks burn, but at the same time, they made me incredibly itchy. I pulled a wet, sticky stockinged foot out of my high heels, and saw that my flesh-colored, silky sole was covered in men's semen. Some sharp-eyed men had already noticed this scene, and they seemed to smell the stench emanating from my stockinged foot, bringing their noses closer.

The line moved forward slightly, so I slipped my stockings back into my high heels and took a couple of steps forward. But as I walked, I couldn't help but deliberately sway my hips wildly, like a prostitute luring customers. In fact, wasn't the role I was supposed to play on the construction site a prostitute?
The workers continued to gossip about me.

"Do you think that slut is really her?" "Do you dare go up and touch her ass and see her reaction?" "What if it's not her? What if she screams? I don't want to get into trouble with the law; I have kids to support." "Who said they saw this woman this morning? You, yes, you, go touch her and see." Then came a few shoving sounds behind me, and suddenly a strong hand grabbed my buttocks.

"Mmm!" I didn't let out a scream that would frighten them, but instead squeezed out a soft moan that would make any man's bones melt, and my buttocks seemed to respond to his hand, sticking back.

The men seemed to think they had guessed correctly, so they didn't hold back anymore. One of them forcefully lifted my skirt.

"Mmm?" My buttocks rippled again, revealing the secret beneath my skirt to everyone: a pair of pantyhose with the crotch torn open and stained with semen, and a man's smelly sock that was stuffed into my anus, only half of it sticking out.

"Ah? You guys? Ahh? No?" Like a lamb caught in a pack of wolves, I was stripped naked in no time by the frenzied men, leaving me only with those torn pantyhose.

The men behind me all focused their attacks on my buttocks, kneading them while using their fingers to penetrate my wet, sticky, semen-stained vagina, and forcibly prying open my tightly closed anus again and again.

"Mmm?" The man in front turned around and started kneading my breasts, stretching my nipples long and then letting them bounce back. "Mmm?" I was powerless to resist, only able to endure the man's lewdness
. At this moment, the men in the next line added fuel to the fire, reaching over to fill the gaps in my body.

"Mmm? Ahh?" I moaned tremblingly, my body like a lone boat tossed about by the wind and waves, sometimes trembling, sometimes convulsing, and sometimes uncontrollably reaching a shameful climax, spraying my vaginal fluids all over the ground.

The less than half-hour wait felt like an eternity. The high heels I was wearing were nowhere to be seen, because of the constant orgasms, my flesh-colored stockinged feet were always in a tiptoe position, my toes curled up, causing my feet to sway unsteadily, letting my buttocks fall into the men's hands, their fingers penetrating deep into my flower.

"Hmm hmm hmm hmm?" When it was finally my turn to shower, the workers wouldn't let me close the shower door. They squeezed me into the cramped space with a group of people and insisted on showering me.

"No need, I can wash myself." "It's okay, we're afraid there are some places you won't be able to wash yourself." They lathered my whole body with soap, and then, as they slid the soap down to my buttocks, they suddenly shoved it into my anus. "Ouch! What is this? What are you doing?" I cried out, my body tensing up from the stimulation. My erect breasts fell right into the men's hands, being kneaded like dough, my nipples being flattened or stretched from time to time.

"Hmm? You guys? Are you helping me bathe or... or are you playing with me?" "Of course we're bathing you, but playing with you is a must too, so we can do both at the same time." "Hmm? Hmm? You guys are so naughty? Hmm?" Hearing my coquettish complaints, the men became even happier, firmly controlling my hands and forcing me to spread my plump buttocks apart. They even used their fingers to pry open my anus so that the soap could "plop" and

slide smoothly out of my body. Finally, they lifted me up, forcefully pried open my labia, and used a hose to wash my vulva. At the same time, they inserted their fingers into my vagina, rubbing the inner walls until they washed all the tender flesh inside, even making my cervix shine.

"Hmm! Ahh!" I cried out loudly, my sexy body twisting and trembling passionately under the workers' assault, even reaching orgasm.

Back at the work shed, I saw my husband browsing a forum, listening to a erotic article titled "The Adulterous Wife's Construction Site Toilet," read aloud by a goddess.

"Hey, all done showering? How was it?" My husband turned off the computer after seeing me come back.

I told him, "It was alright." He said, "Wasn't it exciting to shower with so many men?" His words made me feel embarrassed, so I covered it up by saying, "What's so exciting about it? It's just a shower." "Come on, let me see if you're clean." My husband said, reaching out as if to hug me. I walked over, but at that moment, I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. I couldn't help but grab the corner of the table with one hand, my buttocks involuntarily sticking up high, while I used the other hand to pull up my skirt!

"Mmm!" I saw that the pantyhose I was wearing on my lower body was now a ball stuffed into my anus. As my anus opened wider and wider, it slowly stretched out, and then a large amount of yellowish liquid mixed with white semen sprayed out from my everted rectum in front of my husband!

"Mmm...no? Mmm...no?" Late at night, my bed creaked
and groaned incessantly, thanks in no small part to my husband's moans. He looked like a rutting wolfhound, and after he finished, I had to serve the other men, until every man on the construction site had taken turns with me once or twice. Of course, they didn't want to go a third time, but there were too many people in line and not enough time.

The next morning, I lay exhausted on the bed, my body twitching occasionally from the afterglow of my orgasm. The blankets and sheets were soaked with sweat, urine, and vaginal fluid. My vagina and anus were swollen, and even
the slightest touch to my clitoris and nipples produced a sensation many times greater than before, making me orgasm almost every time I walked, my legs giving way and me collapsing to the floor.

On the day I left, the workers on the construction site were reluctant to part with me. They all hoped I would stay and stay with them until the project was finished.

My husband said it was up to me to choose whether to stay or go home with him. I said, "I want to go back with you." But then, my body seemed to resist my mind's will, trembling with longing. "Hmm?" I moaned, looking at my husband with difficulty. He looked at me with some confusion, probably not understanding why my body was reacting this way. It wasn't until I slowly lifted my shirt and skirt that my husband was surprised to find small metal clips on my erect nipples and clitoris, a thick, black dildo I had brought myself inserted into my vagina, and a large anal plug in my anus. Several thin chains were attached to the ends of these devices, held by the workers standing behind me, and being pulled by them simultaneously.

"Husband, I'm sorry. I... I won't leave for now. Because... because the construction site can't be without a public toilet. Hmm?"

[The End]
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