My Wife's World Travel

I've worked for a renowned international magazine for over five years. Our magazine specializes in reporting on interesting people, places, events, photos, and stories, and my job is as a photographer.

A year ago, some underdeveloped countries, facing financial difficulties, asked us to interview them about their local customs and traditions, on the condition that we exchange something for them.

We planned to send them small items, like candy and toys, for their children to play with, but they didn't like them. Their people eat tree bark and raw meat, and their children don't even understand what toys are. Sending these things would be useless and might even backfire. Then I had a brilliant idea: what if we changed our humanitarian aid to medical aid?

All my colleagues thought my idea was fantastic. After contacting the leaders of these countries, they also thought this approach was good. Because of this, my wife joined the project.

She's a recent nursing graduate who originally wanted to pursue further studies to become a doctor, but she believed this project would be very helpful for her future, so she immediately joined my company as my assistant. That's how our expedition team was formed.

One of my team members was a tour guide who was in charge of our local accommodations and other miscellaneous tasks. I was responsible for being the reporter and photographer, and my mother-in-law was in charge of drawing blood and conducting tests to check for any hereditary or infectious diseases.

However, this year's situation was different from previous years. The global economy was in a slump, and our plans were affected. The company was also laying off staff. The editor-in-chief called me into his office, and I sat across from him, waiting for his decision.

"I know you've been with the company for a long time, and you've always been very helpful, but..." He paused for a moment, and I knew what he was going to say next. He continued, "However, the company's budget has been reduced, so I've decided to give you a chance to prove your value to the company."

Hmm, there's still hope, I thought.

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

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

"The company's not doing well right now, so I can only arrange for you and your wife to go. How you get them to agree to your interview is up to you. Are you still interested?"

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

"I knew you'd drag it out, so I've already booked your tickets. You're leaving in two days. The tour guide will pick you up at the airport, take you to the hotel, and then take you to the tribe. He can also act as your translator."

I stood up and extended my hand.

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

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

I walked out of his office, feeling like everyone's eyes were on me. Maybe some thought I'd been fired, or maybe some knew their jobs depended on me. I went straight to my wife's desk.

"Get up, pack your things."

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

"What happened?" she asked worriedly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

*** *** ***

The next day, we were busy packing our luggage. After a whole day of work, everything was finally ready. The following day, we flew across the ocean to Africa, landing in a place we'd never been before. We then transferred to a small plane and flew to the airport closest to the tribe.

A young black man in his early twenties picked us up at the airport. My wife shook his hand warmly; she always had a certain fondness for black people. The man said our guide had some business to attend to and wouldn't arrive until the next day. He took us to the hotel first, and after an hour's drive, we arrived. He helped us with our luggage and then drove off.

The hotel was nice, and one of the receptionists even spoke Chinese. He gave us the room key and said our tour guide would be waiting in the lobby at eight o'clock the next morning. This was a good arrangement; we could have some time to rest. My wife and I went to the room, took a shower, and lay down on the big bed.

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

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

She gently kissed my chest, slowly moving down to my stomach. I knew what was going to happen next, and I knew what she was thinking.

"Maybe I should call him into the room," I laughed. "What will you do if he comes?"

"Just do this!" she said mischievously.

She lowered her head and took my rock-hard penis into her mouth, skillfully giving me oral sex. She really enjoyed the feeling of having my penis in her mouth; sometimes I felt she preferred oral sex to intercourse. However, she didn't like the taste of semen, so she never swallowed it, always spitting it onto my penis and then gently stroking it. This time was no exception. After she smeared my semen on my penis, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, we got up early. I got dressed and told my wife I was going to meet the tour guide in the lobby first, and she would join us when she was ready.

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

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

"Fine, the journey was smooth, and this hotel is fantastic."

"Great, can we set off now?"

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

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

This black man speaks pretty good Chinese, and I think my wife will like him too. We chatted while waiting for my wife, which gave me a preliminary understanding of the tribe we were going to.

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

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

He sensed I hadn't grasped his meaning, so he added,

"Their men and women live eighty kilometers apart. Once a year, the women's tribe sends a small number of women, and the men's tribe sends a small number of men. They build a tent between the two tribes, and then the men and women mate in the tent before returning to their respective camps. Because they don't have a complete calendar, sometimes the two tribes miss their meeting time, which keeps their numbers small. In fact, this tribe hasn't had a new child born for nineteen years." "

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

"Yes, the male chief believes women are cursed, so he doesn't allow women to approach. The female chief believes the same, so they get very nervous whenever a man gets close."

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

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

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

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

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

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

I thought that if it were anyone else, the guide would definitely refuse, but perhaps because my wife was too cute, his decision began to waver.

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

This guide looked to be only twenty years old, but his behavior was more mature than his age. The whole trip took about three hours. His jeep was the latest model and quite comfortable. When we arrived at our destination and got out of the car, all the natives stared at us—no, they stared at my wife.

They had never seen a Chinese woman of Asian descent in their lives, and it was possible they hadn't seen a woman since their last mating season. All the men here were over nineteen; there weren't any children. The chief looked to be forty. They arranged a clean little thatched hut for us to rest and work in.

We moved our luggage and equipment into the hut. The guide kept talking to the people, saying we were friendly and there to help them. His words had an effect; the natives started nodding at us, and some even smiled.

"The chief wants to see you."

The guide led us into the chief's house. After introductions, my wife went to draw his blood. The chief shuddered as the blood was drawn, but his facial expression remained unchanged. In fact, I think he probably never has. My wife immediately left the chief's house and returned to our cabin for testing. After she left, the guide and the chief continued talking. Finally, the guide told me,

"Things aren't good. The chief thinks there's something wrong with your wife. He thinks she might be hiding something."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"He still doesn't trust you."

"I knew it..."

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

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

"I'm serious. Most of the people here aren't wearing clothes, just a rag covering their private parts. And there are only adults here, no children."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We walked hand in hand towards the chief's house. The natives looked at my wife's body, but there was no malice in their eyes. The guide, however, stared intently at my wife.

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

My wife and I went into the house and walked right up to the chief. He was still in his bamboo chair, expressionless. He asked my wife to come forward and turn around so he could see her body from different angles, and he even touched her a few times before gesturing for her to step back.

My wife stepped back to stand beside me. The chief called out towards the door, and the tour guide immediately rushed into the room. They talked for a while, occasionally pausing to look at my wife. Her nipples were already hard; although she didn't understand what they were saying, she clearly understood they were talking about her. Finally, the tour guide turned to us and said,

"I'm sorry, the chief still doesn't trust you. I've tried my best, but he still thinks we should leave. I'm really sorry. I'll go pack my things now."

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

At that moment, an idea suddenly came to me.

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

I just walked naked past dozens of men; what could be difficult?"

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

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

"That's right!" I immediately agreed.

My wife, head bowed, slowly walked forward and knelt respectfully before the chief. She then slowly raised her head to look at him, placed her hands on his knees, and gently moved them upwards until she reached between his legs, grasping his penis. She then lowered her head and gently kissed his thin penis.

The chief remained expressionless until my wife opened her mouth and took his glans in. Only then did his lips twitch, emitting a soft moan. My wife began to move her head up and down, and the chief began to tremble all over. Soon, his entire body stiffened. I didn't know how long it had been since he'd had sex, but now there was no doubt he was ejaculating.

By my calculations, he ejaculated at least seven streams of semen into my wife's mouth, which she continuously swallowed. Swallowed? She had never tasted my semen before! Now, except for some that spilled onto her fingers, she had swallowed every last drop!

After she finished, she stood up and walked over to me, continuing to lick the semen off her fingers. Watching her eat the chief's semen filled me with a mixture of jealousy and excitement.

The chief sat there, only calming down after a while. His face remained expressionless. I would never befriend such a callous person. Finally, he uttered a few more words in his local dialect, and our guide came in again. They talked for a while longer, and finally, the guide told us:

"I don't know what method you used, but you changed his decision. He said you can stay, but on one condition."

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

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

the tour guide said, unaware of what we had just done. He was simply staring intently at my wife's naked body, completely mesmerized.

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

I didn't know if she was happy or angry, but I immediately knew what she was thinking.

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

"The chief said that after dinner, he'll send some people to your house, and he said they should take a bath in the stream before they go."

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

"Are you really sure you want to do this?" I asked, though she loved blowing the trumpet, I still needed to confirm.

"Yes, I don't know what they usually eat, but you know what? The chief's semen tastes like honey! If your semen could taste like that, I'd eat it every day!" "

Aren't you afraid of getting an STD?"

"Don't be silly, I still need to get a blood test, remember? If someone's blood isn't clean, I'll use baby oil to help them masturbate."

"You've thought it all through?"

My wife didn't answer, but her smile answered all my questions. Oh my god, I just want to know how they make semen taste like honey. Maybe I should try some local produce...

*** *** ***

We strolled to the village square, which was a large tent with only a roof and no walls. In the middle was a huge long table covered with fruit, some of which I had never even seen before. So this was the secret of their food! We devoured the fruits we had never eaten before; they tasted amazing! We also drank a lot of their homemade flower wine. After we were full, we returned to the hut to wait for the first group to arrive.

Someone gently knocked on our door, then slowly opened it. Three natives entered the room and obediently sat on a bench in the corner. My wife went over and drew blood from each of them.

Although they were a little scared, they finished drawing blood smoothly. Just as my wife turned to begin the examination, the chief appeared in the doorway. I beckoned him in and asked him to sit down on the chair next to the examination table. He nodded and sat down.

Twenty minutes later, my wife turned around and said that all three were normal. She then took off her clothes, walked to the first man, knelt down in front of him, and lifted

the rag covering his genitals. When my wife began to lick his penis, the native's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in surprise. The other two men were also almost dumbfounded. A few minutes later, the first man thrust forward and ejaculated into my wife's mouth. My wife swallowed the semen and even reached orgasm!

When she began to give the second native oral sex, the first native hadn't even caught his breath. These natives probably had never put their penises in a woman's mouth before.

I took out my digital camera and started taking pictures non-stop. After filling up all the memory, the chief gave me a drink. After drinking two glasses, my head started to feel dizzy. This was definitely not ordinary liqueur. After drinking, the chief sat there smiling as he watched my wife continuously perform oral sex on nine tribesmen. Only then did the chief announce that the day was over.

We lay on the bed, and my wife was very tired.

"Their semen tastes so good! If my jaw hadn't gotten sore, I could have been performing oral sex all night!"

*** *** ***

The next day, I took many photos in the village and wrote some reports. Once my camera was full, I saved the data to my laptop and then transmitted it back to the magazine via satellite. The chief watched my wife work the whole time. By noon, she had drawn blood from all the tribesmen and eaten all of their semen. After eating the semen of the last tribesman, she came to me and the chief.

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

“No problem,” I said to my wife, “I think the chief really wants you to suck his big cock again!”

I looked at the chief, who was still expressionless. Without thinking, my wife immediately knelt down. This time, the chief took the initiative to lift the tattered cloth covering his lower body and closed his eyes. My wife immediately took his glans into her mouth and began to suck, holding the base of his penis with one hand and caressing his testicles with the other.

“I don’t know what he’s thinking right now,” I joked.

“I don’t care, he’ll be out soon anyway,” my wife said while swallowing. The chief didn’t disappoint her; soon he stiffened and groaned, adding another sweet liquid to my wife’s mouth. I watched as my wife swallowed it all, not leaving a drop.

Later that day, my wife used the excuse of helping everyone with a second test. All the natives lined up in a long row outside our door. By evening, my wife finally couldn’t take it anymore, and she used aloe vera juice to masturbate the remaining people.

She was exhausted by evening, but the tribesmen kept coming in. They stood by my wife's bedside, masturbating with the aloe vera juice she had prepared. When they were about to ejaculate, they would insert their penises into my wife's mouth. My wife's tongue seemed to move with a spirit; even though she was asleep, it would actively lick the glans inside their mouths as they ejaculated.

Our work was finished, so my guide started loading the luggage onto the car to prepare for the return trip. Our guide came out of the chief's house.

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

We went into his house. He was still sitting in his chair. My wife and I looked at each other, unsure what to do. Then the chief spoke.

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

My wife and I almost fainted upon hearing this.

"You speak Chinese?" we asked in unison.

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

“Why didn’t you say so sooner?”

“You didn’t ask me. I’m the only one here who can speak Chinese. I really miss Peking duck!”

The chief asked me to keep his Chinese a secret. My wife affectionately hugged him, and he whispered in her ear, “Your playing the flute is amazing! I’ve never felt so good!”

This made my wife blush until we got in the car. As the car left the tribe, the chief shouted at us. The guide said the chief welcomed us back anytime.

I sat in the back seat, and my wife in the front. After about an hour, the guide asked my wife, “I really don’t understand. I’ve brought so many people, but every time the chief chases them away. What method did you use to change his mind?”

My wife and I exchanged a smile.

“Pull over to the side of the road, and I’ll tell you what happened,” my wife said, unbuckling her seatbelt.

The tour guide stopped the car, and my wife bent down and gently stroked the tour guide's thigh. She kept moving upwards, reaching into the leg of his shorts, until she touched her target. The tour guide immediately took a deep breath, and before he could protest, his glans was exposed.

My wife immediately pulled down his pants. He glanced at me in shock, then turned to look at my wife. When she took his glans into her mouth, his fear turned to pleasure. My wife's efforts immediately paid off, and quite significantly at that.

The tour guide shouted, and a large gush of semen shot out. My wife kept swallowing, but the semen kept overflowing from her mouth. She quickened her swallowing pace, and the overflow improved.

Finally, she ate every last drop of semen from the tour guide's genitals, then sat up straight and said, "That's how I did it!"

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

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

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

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

"I slept with everyone in the tribe," my wife added, "and twice. It's such a shame you weren't there!"

"I actually missed out on such a good thing!" he said, then punched the steering wheel hard in regret.

"You didn't miss anything," I said. "Our plane doesn't fly until tomorrow, I think my wife will make it up to you."

They smiled at each other and said in unison, "Thank you!"

That night, my wife and I tried threesomes for the first time, slept for less than three hours, and rushed to the airport to catch our flight, leaving my dark-skinned "cousin."

*** *** ***

We collapsed onto our comfortable bed at home and slept for several hours. When I woke up, I turned on the computer to check the photos I had taken. My poor wife's entire jaw was sore and swollen that she could barely speak. I joked that she had brought it on herself. This time, I had taken over four hundred photos, three hundred of which were of my wife performing oral sex. The price was that she couldn't chew or speak for several days...

*** *** ***

On Monday morning, we returned to the magazine office full of pride. The editor-in-chief was very impressed with the hundred-plus photos. That afternoon, he called us into his office.

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

A huge weight was finally lifted from our shoulders.

"Actually," he continued, "they thought you did very well in the men's tribe, so they want you to go to the women's tribe for a week..."

After leaving the editor-in-chief's office, my wife burst into laughter, laughing until tears streamed down her face. Finally, she managed to suppress her laughter and speak:

"You'd better take more vitamin E," she said, trying to hold back her laughter, "This time it's your turn to put in the work!"

I was really starting to worry! It all started with the magazine I worked for. My wife and I started traveling the world again. My wife's medical expertise and my photography skills quickly made us famous in the industry. The magazine also gave us more freedom; we only needed to call each day to report our progress.

Since we could freely choose our own topics, we chose more challenging work, each topic as exciting and fresh as possible.

There was a tribe in the wilderness, hiding on a mountaintop in South America. We decided to find them. It was the height of summer, unbearably hot, but the high temperature wasn't the worst part; the area was completely undeveloped, and we had to rely on our own two legs the whole way.

*** *** ***

The plane landed in Brazil, and after a few hours' drive to Bolivia, we finally arrived at a small town at the foot of the mountains, our destination. We hired a guide and porters to carry our gear and take us up the mountain.

The night before our official departure was miserable. The hotel in town only had two rooms, and it had probably been occupied for a year. I think their sheets probably hadn't been washed in that year. I call them sheets only because they were on the bed… Anyway, my wife and I slept on the floor that night.

After eating and drinking some wine, we went to our room to rest. The floorboards creaked whenever we made the slightest movement, so we couldn't have sex for fear of being heard by everyone in town. I kept touching my wife's thighs and breasts, but we couldn't have sex, which left her both excited and disappointed. So, she took revenge on me.

So she pressed herself against me, kissing my stomach. Although it was pitch black in the room, and I couldn't see what she was doing, I could feel it all. She grasped my penis and started rubbing it up and down, occasionally lightly scratching my testicles with her fingernails. As soon as I got hard

, she immediately took my penis into her mouth and started sucking. I lovingly stroked her hair, feeling the tenderness in her mouth. Before long, a lightning-fast pleasure shot from my toes to my genitals. I gave her all the semen I had stored up over the past few days. After the orgasm, I fell asleep immediately, just like any other man. I don't know what my wife was doing, but when I woke up the next day, she was still lying on my lower abdomen.

Someone gently knocked on our door. We quickly prepared our belongings. I opened the door, and the hotel owner was standing there. He told us in broken Chinese, along with gestures, that the tour guide had arrived. We followed him to the hotel entrance, where four men were sitting and drinking coffee. One of them came over and introduced himself, saying his name was Ah Zhu. He said the others spoke a little Chinese, but none of them spoke Chinese or English, though they all knew where we were going.

"You mean you're not coming?"

"I'm sorry, I still have work to do here and can't leave for the time being. Actually, it's okay, as long as you avoid the 'Stone Tribe,' you'll be fine," he said.

When he mentioned the Stone Tribe, the other porters all stared at him wide-eyed and started arguing with him. After a while, Ah Zhu came back to talk to us.

"I'm so sorry, they seemed a little... how should I put it... a little nervous towards the Stone Tribe, but please don't worry, it's nothing."

I had heard about the 'Stone Tribe' before. They weren't a very friendly race, and their numbers were dwindling. The legends about them were unbelievable.

The name 'Stone Tribe' came from the fact that they would tie many stones around their necks and waists. Some people would use the weight of the stones to train certain parts of their bodies. Some tied stones to their arms, some to their wrists and fingers to increase their arm strength and power. Some tied stones to their earlobes, believing it would improve their hearing. That's all I knew, and no experts or scholars had studied them.

This trip was planned for two days and one night. Three porters carried most of our equipment. After walking for a while, we prepared to enter the jungle. In fact, the rest of our journey was all jungle. We rested and had lunch outside the jungle, taking off the heavy gear we had worn while crossing the bushes.

My wife and I changed into our lightest khaki shorts, vests, and hiking shoes. She looked great in the outfit, perhaps because she wasn't wearing a bra; bras and underwear aren't comfortable in the damp jungle. The three porters kept staring at my wife. I thought that if they weren't worried about the Stone Tribe, they might have surrounded her while she was changing.

That night, they helped us set up our tent, but they planned to sleep on the ground. We ate around the campfire, and they were very careful with their movements, trying not to make any noise. I knew they were afraid of the Stone Tribe, but I felt their fear was unnecessary.

After dinner, my wife and I returned to our tent. It was another sexless night, but we slept soundly, and dawn seemed to break instantly.

I stepped out of the tent first; my wife was still getting dressed. I stretched, and the sight before me startled me. My wife came out too, and she, too, noticed something amiss.

"Where are the porters?" she whispered.

That was the problem; all the porters had vanished without a trace.

"I think we'll have to rely on ourselves now," I reassured her. "I've looked at the map; we're not far from our destination."

We packed everything we could and started climbing. After four hours, we finally reached a small lake.

"Whoa!!" I yelled and jumped into the water.

"Hey, isn't that safe?" my wife called after me.

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

My wife agreed, and she took off her clothes and jumped into the water. We played in the water for an hour, and then I noticed something was wrong. The bushes behind my sexy wife seemed to move slightly. I guessed it was some small animal coming to the lake to forage or drink.

After playing for a while longer, we decided to go ashore. I got dressed, but my wife was being mischievous and didn't want to get dressed yet. Just as we were putting on our shoes, a large group of natives appeared beside us. They weren't ordinary natives; they were tall natives!

They were all carrying long spears and had stones around their necks. My wife and I were stunned because these people were the Stone Tribe!

They gestured for us to stand up, and some natives picked up our things, including the clothes my wife hadn't had time to put on. We followed these natives up a small mountain and walked for an hour until we reached their village. My wife was still very nervous because she was still completely naked, but the natives didn't seem to care.

As soon as we entered the village, a group of women surrounded my wife and dragged her away. They chattered incessantly, which actually made me feel a little more at ease. The other men led me into a hut and carried our belongings inside, which reassured me greatly. If they wanted to kill me, they certainly wouldn't return our things, which was perhaps a good thing. I opened my backpack and took out my camera. They watched me but didn't stop me. I started taking pictures, and no one even bothered me when I left the hut. However, they wouldn't let me near the camp where my wife had been taken.

I could tell they were preparing for some kind of festival or ceremony. They had placed two large tables in an open space in the village, making a long table, and had placed two bamboo poles on top of it. Many chairs were placed on both sides of the open space. All the tribespeople were preparing excitedly. I wanted to know what they were doing.

I returned to my hut, turned on my laptop, set up the satellite receiver, and connected to the online database. Finally, I found the answer: today they were holding a coming-of-age ceremony. Stone tribe men, from 19 to 20 years old, all undergo this ceremony to be able to marry and become adults. It was incredible! We had stumbled upon this ceremony by accident, and we were the first civilized people to witness it. We could report all of this—as long as I could get back alive.

A large group of guards rushed into my hut; the ceremony must have begun. They led me to an open space and sat me on a chair. I was facing the center of a table laden with fruit and flowers. The chair was only three or four meters away from the table. On the other side of the table, chairs were filled with women. There were about twenty men on our side. Everyone began eating fruit and drinking.

Suddenly, everyone fell silent. A group of women emerged from a thatched hut. They were all beautiful, at least in the eyes of the tribe. Then I saw my wife! She was stunning! She wore a blue floral crown and her body was covered in various colors of paint, but she was still completely naked… The women led my wife to the edge of the square and stopped. Several men came forward and led her to a table. When our eyes met, we exchanged a smile. These natives were quite polite to us, as if they were honored guests.

Two men stood beside my wife, one on each side, and lifted her onto the table. She stood there bewildered. One of the men gestured for her to sit down, so she had no choice but to sit down naked. As soon as she sat down, two other women came over and gently pressed her down onto the table. As soon as she lay down, her hands were immediately raised above her head and tied to the table. I felt something was wrong and tried to stand up, but the people next to me held me down. I thought it best not to make any rash moves.

Then I noticed seven men sitting on the other side. They must be the main characters of this coming-of-age ceremony. After two women tied my wife's hands, they started feeding her some fruit and seemed to be trying to comfort her, constantly whispering to her, even though my wife and I couldn't understand what they were saying. But we weren't so nervous anymore.

The chief suddenly appeared. He was at least two meters tall, covered in paint, and wearing a grass skirt. I took a few pictures of him. He sat down in a large chair at the end of the table, with a large bowl in front of him, just inches from my wife's head.

The chief picked up the bowl and started gently shaking it. After a while, he put his fingers into the bowl, scooped out some something that looked like honey, stood up, bowed to my wife several times, and smeared the unidentified liquid from his fingers on my wife's forehead and cheeks. Then he reached into the bowl again, scooped out some saliva, and smeared it on my wife's nipples.

I didn't know what it was, but her nipples immediately hardened. The chief smeared the sticky substance from her nipples down between her legs, and when his hand touched my wife's clitoris, she seemed to immediately experience a small orgasm.

The chief walked to the seven men, gestured to two of them, and then removed the stones from their bodies. The two men stood up and walked to the table. Their earlobes swayed back and forth; I guessed they usually had stones tied to them. They stood on either side of my wife, bent down to kiss her cheeks, and licked the liquid off her face. Then they knelt on my wife's chest and gently rubbed their long ears against her breasts until their earlobes were covered in the liquid.

They went to the group of women to choose their brides. Two young girls stood up, embraced their husbands, gently licked the liquid off their earlobes, and then, hand in hand, went into their little huts. Perhaps they went into their bridal chambers.

The chief selected two more men, and it wasn't until they reached the table that I realized they must have had stones tied to their arms and fingers beforehand—their fingers were incredibly long! They kissed my wife just the same way, then repeatedly smeared their long fingers all over her body to coat her with the sticky fluid. When they touched my wife's vulva, she squirmed uncomfortably on the table; I guessed the fluid would only increase, not decrease!

Similarly, after their fingers were coated with enough fluid, they went to the group of women and had their brides lick their fingers clean before leading them hand in hand to the bridal chamber. Everyone seemed very excited, and large amounts of fruit and wine were quickly consumed. I was also feeling a bit tipsy. I loudly asked my wife how she was feeling, and she just smiled in response.

Two men, who appeared to be guards, stood beside the chief. They walked to the table, grasped my wife's ankles, lifted her legs, and tied them to the bamboo poles above, so that my wife's legs were now wide open. The two guards then moved the table below away, and my wife's buttocks were now exposed on the edge of the table, her vulva open to everyone—it was truly beautiful!

The chief returned to the table and continued his ritual. This time, he smeared sticky fluid all over my wife's waist, then walked between my wife's legs and dripped the fluid onto her ankles. The fluid flowed down her calves, over her thighs, down to her vulva, then down her labia, over her buttocks, and dripped onto the table.

The chief walked to the remaining three men and removed the stones from two of them. However, because the chief's body blocked my view, I couldn't tell where he removed them from. The two men stood up, walked to my wife, and knelt down to lick the mucus from her stomach.

This time was different from before. After one man finished eating, he stood aside, while the other man walked between my wife's legs, took a chair, and sat down. His face was only four inches away from my wife's vulva. He didn't move his head and slowly extended his tongue. When it extended an inch, I was shocked because his tongue was cut open, like a snake. Not only that, his tongue stretched longer and longer until the tip of his tongue touched my wife's labia!

And the base of his tongue was as thick as my penis! He leaned forward slightly to lick more mucus. He licked closer and closer, and his tongue was already inserted into my wife's vagina. To me, his tongue was at least six inches long and should have reached my wife's cervix.

My wife also reached a strong climax, but before her orgasm subsided, the native immediately withdrew his tongue. I filmed the whole process. He stood up and walked towards the group of women, and his bride immediately came forward and licked his tongue clean. With such a long tongue, this bride will surely be very happy in the future.

Now it was the second man's turn. He sat on the same chair as before, and his tongue immediately licked my wife's vulva, but there was no more fluid there; the previous man had eaten it all. However, his tongue immediately moved down, finding another spot full of fluid. His six-inch-long tongue licked back and forth between my wife's buttocks.

As his tongue slowly pierced my wife's anus, she opened her mouth wide, unable to make a sound. Bound and completely powerless, she could only tense her legs and thrust her buttocks back, trying to penetrate deeper. Finally, his entire tongue was inserted into my wife's rectum. I could see his tongue swirling inside her intestines for a while before he withdrew it and walked to the group of women, where his bride licked it clean.

The chief then began the ceremony for the last man, who had been waiting all night. The chief removed his stone, and like the others, he approached my wife. Judging from his ornaments and the expressions on the faces of the others, he was likely the chief's son.

He took the large bowl from his father, scooped out some of the sticky liquid, smeared it on my wife's lips, then put the bowl down and bent down to kiss her. It was a passionate kiss, so intense it almost took her breath away. After the kiss, he picked up the bowl again, walked between my wife's legs, and poured the rest of the liquid onto her vulva.

He unbuttoned his skirt, revealing his penis. His cock was astonishingly large; even his tribesmen gasped in surprise. He must have forged his penis with stones! The glans could even rest against his knee!

I thought if my wife saw this huge penis, she would faint immediately! But she didn't. She just stared blankly at my huge penis. The chief's son rubbed the glans against my wife's clitoris, his penis growing longer and harder, as if its length had no end.

After a while, he slowly inserted the head of his penis into my wife's vagina. She reached orgasm after only three inches. When it was eight inches in, she began to writhe violently. When it was about twelve inches in, she started to convulse. He was now inside her uterus and was still thrusting in.

He wasn't actually having sex with her, just thrusting repeatedly. After a few minutes, the man's expression changed, and he quickly pulled out his penis, which was erect, like a rod inserted into it. It glistened with my wife's vaginal fluid.

He walked towards his bride, who immediately knelt down and began licking the enormous penis. Although it was covered in my wife's fluid, she didn't care. Soon after, the man shuddered and let out a terrifying scream, loud enough to be heard a kilometer away. He ejaculated into the woman's mouth, which she swallowed incessantly. The entire clan cheered loudly, entering another phase of revelry.

The two guards untied my wife, but left her lying on the table, essentially setting her free. They smiled at me as they did so, and in that instant, I felt a sense of closeness between us. Many men from the tribe came to the table; some reached out and ate the remaining mucus from my wife's legs and lower abdomen, while others ate the fruit on the table. Many more toasted each other, laughing and joking loudly.

It was clear they liked my wife; at least she was different from their women. My wife noticed this too; she willingly raised her legs, slipped them into the rope loops on the bamboo above, and raised her hands above her head, signifying her offering of her body.

Under the influence of alcohol, my memory isn't very clear, but I remember men constantly going up to have sex with my wife. I remember their penises weren't very large, but they all ejaculated inside her vagina.

I remember an elderly indigenous man whose eyes were glued to my wife all night. Finally, I gestured for him to have sex with her, but he hesitated. His friends urged him on, and he slowly walked to the table. When he untied his grass skirt, the other men burst into laughter because his penis was only four inches long and very thin. I

'd never seen a black man blush, but he definitely did. He inserted his penis into my wife's wet vagina, but it seemed my wife felt nothing except for some of her vaginal fluid. He sighed, stepped back, and tried to put his skirt back on. I stopped him and told him to come forward again.

I spread my wife's buttocks, exposing her anus, and nodded to the old man. He slowly approached, perhaps hesitant because he'd never done it from behind before. I nodded to him again, and he finally aimed his glans at my wife's anus and slowly inserted it.

He smiled with satisfaction as my wife's sphincter gripped his penis tightly. My wife returned his gentle smile. He thrust for a few minutes, began to groan, and finally ejaculated inside my wife's rectum. As he withdrew his penis, his friends cheered, and he gave me a grateful hug.

Suddenly, everyone fell silent. The chief's son's bride appeared. She looked extraordinary and elegant. She walked around the table, her eyes fixed on my wife. Finally, she stopped, looking at my wife's vulva. She watched intently as the semen flowed continuously from my wife's vagina, as if studying something. Finally, she sat down, stuck out her tongue, and gently licked my wife's vulva, tasting the semen of her tribesman.

She probably found the taste good, so she boldly stuck her tongue into my wife's vagina, enjoying the semen. My wife didn't seem to mind a woman licking her; although this was her first time experiencing same-sex lovemaking, she still had several orgasms. So I believe this definitely won't be her last. After

she finished eating the semen, she left, and the tribesmen surrounded her again, gang-raping her. The chief watched from his seat, his two guards standing loyally on either side, until all the men in the tribe had had their way with my wife.

My wife lay on the table, panting, slowly recovering from her orgasms. I smiled at the chief, and although he didn't smile, he nodded at me. He gestured to his two guards, signaling them to come down and have a turn. My wife freed herself from the ropes binding her feet, lowered her legs, spread them open, and smiled, beckoning to one of the guards.

The guard watched the chief nervously until the chief nodded, then he walked to the table. As soon as he got close, my wife got off the table, knelt in front of him, untied his grass skirt, and immediately took his penis into her mouth, performing oral sex.

I knew she wanted the guard to ejaculate, but not now, and not in her mouth. His penis, though larger than the others, wasn't particularly large. My wife felt she'd had enough, so she stood up, turned her back to the guard, bent down, and let him insert his penis into her vagina. She slowly swayed her hips, closed her eyes, and enjoyed each thrust of the native.

Another guard also came to the table, waiting to have sex with my wife. He held his own penis in his hand; although it was erect, its size was the same as his tribesmen's. I suddenly had another idea: I wanted that guard to come closer so he could watch his brother's penis go in and out of my wife's vagina. We also saw that my wife's anus was still occasionally leaking the old native's semen. At that moment, he understood what I meant.

My wife was still lost in another world, completely unaware of what was happening. It wasn't until the penis that had been inserted into her vagina was pulled out and another penis was inserted into her anus that she screamed as if waking from a dream. It must have been very painful at first, stretching her anus open, but after a few thrusts, my wife began to get used to it. The other guard took the opportunity to insert it back into her vagina. My wife was covered in sweat, and I recorded it all with my camera.

The two men ejaculated simultaneously, and the hot semen brought my wife to another orgasm. The two guards climbed off the table, put on their skirts, and returned to the chief, leaving my wife lying on the stone table, panting heavily.

After resting for a while, once her strength returned, my wife immediately realized there was still one man she hadn't had sex with—the chief. Greedily, she walked up to the chief, knelt down, stared at him, and reached her hand inside his grass skirt, groping him, not caring whether this would offend him. Suddenly, she gasped softly, looked down at her hand, and then turned to look at me.

"His son must have inherited it from him!" my wife laughed.

She pulled out the huge, baseball bat-like penis she was holding and began licking, kissing, and sucking the glans while rubbing it up and down with both hands, until the chief let out a low groan. His body trembled slightly, and several spurts of semen shot into my wife's mouth.

My wife swallowed it all with all her might. The chief turned and winked at me, and as he got up and walked back to his house, I swear a slight smile appeared on his lips. After the two guards had sex with my wife again, she finally felt satisfied and fell into a deep sleep with me on the ground. The next morning, I was busy taking pictures everywhere, while my wife distributed some supplies to the women of the tribe and taught them how to use them.

After our meal, it was time for us to leave. Several men from the tribe helped us carry our things and escorted us back to the lake. One of them gave us a stone necklace as a token of their gratitude. It was really heavy, but we couldn't leave without it. After crossing half a hill, we finally encountered the porters who had abandoned us earlier.

Feeling guilty, they turned back to find us. Although we didn't say anything, they noticed I was wearing the stone tribe necklace and were startled, completely unaware of what had happened to us in the stone tribe's village.

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My wife was exhausted; her vulva was swollen. But this time she could speak, unlike last time when she was playing the flute and couldn't even move her mouth. Because of this, she kept chattering, saying she loved the feeling of being gang-raped by the indigenous people of the primitive tribe. She kept asking if I had filmed it all, saying she wanted to look at it and relive it often.

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

"You really encountered the 'Stone Tribe'? That's incredible, what a fantastic adventure! You did a fantastic job!" He still didn't know the whole story.

"You two deserve a long vacation! Go find a secluded beach and relax for a few weeks!"

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

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

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

"Great! When do we leave?"

After my vacation, I wanted to find some more erotic places, but work had to come first.

We were back in South America, but this time our destination was a monastery on a mountaintop. The monks there disliked visitors, women, and tattoos, but because our boss had paid them a large donation, they allowed my wife and me to visit, as long as we followed their rules. This shouldn't be too difficult for us…

We first went to the nearest town to the monastery—about a hundred miles away. There were three ways to get there: on foot, on horseback, or by helicopter. We chose the helicopter, giving us a whole day to buy supplies while waiting for our flight.

We inquired about the monks, trying to get a general understanding. A local, speaking broken Chinese, nervously told us that the monks rarely came down the mountain, only a few times a year to buy supplies. They were also quiet and unfriendly. They were building a large cathedral on the mountain, so they probably didn't have much money, and he was afraid they might come down to rob us.

I specifically inquired about what they usually bought when they went down the mountain, so we could bring it back to win their favor. In the end, we spent a lot of money buying a lot of daily necessities. The next day, we took a helicopter up the mountain. The helicopter landed near what looked like a huge castle.

The pilot was in a hurry to leave. Before leaving, he gave us a small yellow flag and told us that he would come back next week. If we saw the flag, he would land to pick us up; if he didn't see it, he would fly back another week later.

After he finished speaking, he flew away immediately, leaving my wife and me with a lot of boxes and luggage. I thought the loud noise of the helicopter would attract a lot of people, but I was wrong. It took a long time before I saw a few people coming over.

"Welcome," one of them said expressionlessly.

They helped us carry our things, not even looking at us directly. We followed them through a stone gate to a cold stone house.

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

"Come with me," the monk said, leading us to a room on the second floor. "This is your room. Rest here, we'll come get you."

He closed the door and left immediately. The room was dark, the only light coming through a small window in the wall. The whole room felt like a prison cell. I tried to open the door and window, finding them unlocked. My heart finally relaxed. My wife was lying on the bed, covered in cold sweat.

Someone knocked softly on the door, and before we could answer, it opened immediately. A young man came in to lead us out. I told him my wife wasn't feeling well and wanted to wait until tomorrow to officially meet everyone. He glanced at my wife and left immediately. After a while, he and another monk carrying a bowl came in. They placed a damp cloth on my wife's forehead.

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

I immediately unbuttoned my wife's blouse, revealing her lace bra. They both blushed instantly, but still watched as I helped her remove her outer garment.

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

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

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

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

I unhooked her bra, took it off, then removed her outer pants, covered her with a light blanket, and sat down on the sofa to rest. Less than ten minutes later, the two men quietly opened the door. I guessed they had never been so close to a woman before, especially someone as cute and hot as my wife…

I decided to pretend to be asleep, peeking at them out of the corner of my eye. They put a damp cloth in a bowl and slowly pulled down the blanket. When they saw my wife's snow-white breasts, their eyes widened, but they tried to remain calm. They kept glancing at me to make sure I was asleep.

They wiped my wife's body with the damp cloth, especially her breasts and erect nipples. They only wiped her upper body, not daring to touch her lower body. After wiping her several times, they gave my wife some medicine, covered her with the blanket again, and quickly left. But I knew they would come back.

As soon as they closed the door, I jumped up. I pulled the blanket off my wife and gently sucked on her nipple. She moaned softly. Then I took off her panties, spread her legs, covered her with the blanket again, and went back to the sofa to continue pretending to be asleep.

When they pulled the blanket down and saw my wife's vulva, they started breathing heavily. They stared intently at my wife's naked body. After confirming that I was still asleep, they began to boldly caress my wife. As they touched and wiped my wife's vulva with a damp cloth, I thought I heard my wife moaning. This time, they were particularly careful in wiping my wife's breasts and vulva.

They wiped like this for a few minutes. Suddenly, the man standing to my wife's right froze. Something seemed to have changed under his robe. He didn't know what was happening. He kept trying to straighten his robe, but it didn't seem to work. Every now and then, he had to straighten it again to prevent his erect penis from sticking out of the robe and looking terribly unsightly.

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

"Try putting it in her mouth."

I watched as they gently pulled my slender wife to one side of the bed. One person blocked my view, and I didn't know what was happening, but the man with his back to me tilted his head back.

At the same time, I heard a soft sucking sound, and I immediately knew he was enjoying my wife's mouth. He ejaculated quickly because I immediately heard my wife choke as she swallowed his semen. This was probably his first time ejaculating, so the amount was so large that my wife choked.

Another monk immediately thrust into my wife's mouth because I heard him moaning with pleasure. The monk who had ejaculated stepped back and straightened his clothes. Only then did I see that there was a penis in my wife's mouth. He also ejaculated quickly, and they left immediately afterward.

I feel like having sex with her right now, but I'm afraid they might come back at any moment, so I don't dare to do anything rash. I can only sit on the edge of the bed and watch her. She said she was thirsty, which is ironic, considering she just drank so much semen. I poured her a glass of water, and after she drank it, she handed me some things she was holding.

"Here, throw this away." She gave me some pills.

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

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

The next morning, my wife felt much better. We got dressed and went downstairs to see the owner of the place. A monk led us to a table, and breakfast was served immediately. After we finished breakfast, a monk asked us to follow him. He led us through a maze-like corridor and finally stopped in front of a huge oak door. He opened the door and asked us to go in. As soon as we went in, he immediately closed the door from the outside.

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

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

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

My wife looked at me with innocent eyes.

"It's nothing. We have different philosophical views. Other religions may not agree with our beliefs. They might think we're heretics, but one day they will understand!" His voice was soft but firm. "The people who went to your room last night broke their vows and will be punished."

"That should be my fault," my wife said gently.

"No, we have our rules. They can't break them without my permission, and if they do, they will be punished."

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

"We usually only accept people under thirty. Those over thirty are sent elsewhere. Those two yesterday were the youngest among us, one of them just turned twenty."

"What will you do with them?" I asked.

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

"Good heavens, is it that serious?"

"Perhaps from your value system, but we have our ways. There are forty-seven of us here, and except for two, none of us are married. Resisting temptation is one of our compulsory courses."

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

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

He finished speaking, got up, and walked back into the shadows. The door behind the door opened, and the monk led us away. We returned to our room. The monk said we could explore the monastery when we had time, and we could go into any unlocked door.

We took pictures and took notes. It's easy to get lost here. After a long time, we finally got a general understanding of the layout and stopped getting lost. Many doors were locked, but we already had enough material for my report.

It wasn't until the afternoon, when we returned to our room to rest, that I put down my gear. My wife noticed some extra things on the small table in the corner. Upon closer inspection, she realized they were two monk's robes and a note.

"The note says we should wear these to dinner, and that we can shower in the room with the green door behind the lobby," my wife said after reading the note.

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

"Uh, based on what I saw last night, we probably shouldn't wear anything," my wife laughed.

That bathroom was a pretty good spot for making love, but we didn't want to cause any trouble. My wife showered first, and she quickly put on the monk's robe. It was very large and looked a bit comical.

We almost laughed ourselves silly, so she changed into another robe. This one was probably for children; it was short, tight, and extremely sexy. I changed into the larger robe I had worn before, and wore underwear underneath to keep my penis from showing.

I followed her back to the room. Through the thin monk's robe, I could clearly see the perfectly rounded curves of her buttocks. As soon as we entered the room, she noticed the change in my genitals and playfully pinched my penis.

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

"I hope I can quench your thirst!" I retorted, knowing I'd probably stored up quite a bit over the past few days.

"You know I'm a 'big drinker'!" Her double entendre almost made me lose control immediately.

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

"Do you remember what happened every time we sat at this long table?" my wife asked softly. I didn't answer, but I remembered.

Dinner was unremarkable, but we were pleased to see the two young monks eating at the corner of the table. However, as soon as they finished, they were escorted out by several others; their movements were likely restricted. The remaining monks spoke in Latin and then all left, leading my wife and me to a large hall nearby. A huge candle burned in the center of the hall, surrounded by three large stone tables. The two young monks, completely naked, were straddled two of the tables.

"Tonight, these two brothers will pay for what they have done," the abbot announced.

Behind the abbot, a monk held a pillow with a strangely shaped dagger on it. My wife nearly screamed.

"Normally, we handle things ourselves, but because our guests find it too cruel, I've decided to change things this time. Perhaps we can achieve our goal without bloodshed. It depends on Miss Yuan's decision!" the abbot said, looking at my wife.

"Anything is fine as long as you don't harm them!" my wife blurted out.

"Very well, I hope you understand one thing: this punishment is more than just punishment. Punishing them will teach others a lesson. If it doesn't warn others, this punishment is useless. Also, women are never allowed here. Women corrupt men. Tonight, you must let everyone understand why our precepts require everyone to abstain from lust."

My wife and I exchanged a glance, not understanding what he meant. But before we could speak, two tall monks pulled her to the third stone table and effortlessly lifted her up, placing her on it to sit.

"If you want to save these two, you must let everyone know what they did with you last night. It won't be over until everyone has been 'educated.' Throughout this process, both of them must be tied up and witness the whole thing."

A hint of fear flashed in my wife's eyes, but through her thin clothes, I could see her nipples were erect.

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

"No, I think I can do it," she said. Just then, a monk reached out and unbuckled my wife's belt, pulling it down. When all the monks saw my wife's smooth, alluring body, they gasped in unison. Even the abbot stared blankly at my wife's naked body. The entire hall fell silent until my wife spoke:

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

She knelt before the abbot, slowly unfastening his robe to reveal a thick foreskin. Then she lowered her head and gently kissed the tip of his penis, continuing down to his testicles. She then licked her lips, took his penis into her mouth, and began to stroke it up and down. After about a minute, the abbot's knees buckled, and he released decades' worth of semen into my wife's hot mouth.

"Wow! You're really good at playing the flute!" the abbot exclaimed. It surprised me to hear such a thing from a practitioner, but from that moment on, all the monks began to line up, loosening their robes or simply stripping naked.

For the next few hours, the monks lay down one by one on the stone table, while my wife sat in a chair and performed oral sex on them. Later, she lay on the stone table, continuing to perform oral sex and consume semen in different positions—the semen was incredibly thick.

Once, she lay on the table with her head drooping off the edge, letting them thrust into her mouth. Someone was touching her vulva. Her eyes were blocked by the testicles of a man who was penetrating her, so she didn't know who was touching her. However, she instinctively crossed her legs, letting the man's head press tightly against her vulva.

The monk began licking a woman's genitals for the first time in his life, and he seemed to enjoy it. My wife loosened her legs, spreading them wide open, allowing the man licking her genitals to his heart's content. With a penis in her mouth, she moaned lasciviously. The man in her mouth couldn't withstand the stimulation and immediately ejaculated. The monks behind him couldn't resist either, their thick semen spraying onto my wife's face.

The situation descended into chaos as the monks surrounded my wife and ejaculated, spraying her face with an unusually thick amount of semen. She opened her mouth wide, trying her best to get it all into her mouth, but every time she opened her mouth, a penis would be thrust into it.

"Stop!!" the abbot shouted, "Let her rest!"

Someone handed over a spoon, which my wife immediately took, scraping the semen off her face and body and putting it in her mouth like she was eating ice cream. After she had eaten most of it, a monk took the spoon, scraped off the remaining semen from her body, and fed it to her.

She probably ate a liter of semen, perhaps an exaggeration, but that was still more than ten years' worth of their accumulated semen.

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

"You decide," he replied.

The next man was very large. My wife made him lie down on the table, and as soon as he lay down, he revealed the largest penis he had ever had.

My wife was startled when she saw it. The penis was throbbing slightly. My wife bent down and licked it all over, coating it with her saliva. Then she climbed onto the table, straddled his waist, reached back and grasped his large penis, pressing it against her vulva. She slowly lowered herself down until the entire penis was inside her vagina.

Throughout the entire process, she was in the process of orgasm. Soon, her hips began to rise and fall, allowing the penis to move in and out of her. A few minutes later, the monk shuddered and ejaculated into my wife's uterus. All the monks cheered loudly. My wife got off the stone table, licked the monk's penis clean, and then smiled gently at me.

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

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

"We agreed you'd deal with all the brothers, and now there are twelve left to go," the abbot said. "You can give up anytime."

"No, I must save these two," my wife said, looking at the two men tied to the table, their penises hard all night. "Do you have any lubricant here?"

The monks looked puzzled.

"Do you have any cooking oil or something?"

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

"Great!" she exclaimed.

She climbed back onto the stone table, lay down, rested her head on the surface, and raised her buttocks high, spreading them apart with her hands. Fortunately, the remaining twelve people were all quite short and seemed rather shy. But being small has its advantages. My wife asked one of them to come forward. She smeared oil on his penis and gently said to him, "I want you to come up here and slowly insert your penis into my anus."

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

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

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

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

The monk was startled, his expression panicked.

"Slower!" my wife said.

The monk's penis went in a little further. Everyone in the hall watched all this in silence. The only sound was the soft "sizzling" as his penis entered my wife's warm intestines. When his penis was fully inserted, he began to thrust. However, my wife's anus was too tight, and he ejaculated into her anus after only a few thrusts.

The remaining monks chose whether to ejaculate into my wife's vagina or anus. Nearly fifty men ejaculated on my wife's body. She lay on the table, almost unable to move, but they didn't stop there.

One monk after another came up and masturbated on my wife, as if trying to use up all their remaining semen. More than an hour later, her body was covered in semen. She didn't even have the strength to ingest it. She was covered in white, sticky fluid from head to toe.

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

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

"I'll give you two choices: first, pack your things and leave; second, accept the punishment."

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

"Very good, you two go over there," the abbot said, pointing to my wife on the stone table covered in semen. "Use your tongues to lick this young lady clean. She has made such a great sacrifice for you; now it's time for you to repay her."

Without hesitation, the two men rushed forward and began licking my wife's entire body. My wife let the two tongues slide over her skin, and before they were clean, she reached orgasm several times.

Needless to say, we deliberately missed the helicopter's arrival time because my wife had been spending time "educating" these monks.

I suspect she ingested more semen than she ate or drank during this period, and on many nights, she was gang-raped in the hall, each man penetrating at least three of her orifices until she passed out.

Sometimes, when we were wandering around the monastery, passing by the monks' rooms, she would be dragged in and sexually assaulted. I often even found her being raped by a group of men in the corridors, at the main entrance, and in the toilets, some even having sex with her while eating.

I advised her to stop, but she said, "These people have been holding back for so many years, we should make it up to them!"

They are very friendly to us now, except for the abbot. One day, while my wife was being gang-raped in the lobby, he finished with my wife. I asked him why he said the words "blowing" when my wife was giving him oral sex that day. These words should not be easy for a practitioner to understand. He looked at me for a while and asked me to follow him.

He led me to his room, closed the door, and sat down behind his desk. He opened a drawer, and I heard a soft click. He took out something that looked like a book. When I got closer, I realized it was a laptop.

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

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

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

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

“This is our thank-you gift,” he said with a smile.

I gave him a small box.

“This is also our thank-you gift.”

My wife and I boarded the helicopter and waved goodbye.

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

He’ll never know this secret.

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

"What did you put in that box you gave him?"

"I didn't tell you, he uses a computer, and he even uses satellite internet!"

"What? You're not kidding, are you?"

"Really!! I gave him a webcam. I think you can put on reality shows for them someday."

"Really? That's awesome! She hugged me tightly. I love my job!"

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