Urban Life / My Lewd Girlfriend's Infidelity

This is a true story. Let me introduce my girlfriend first. Her name is Xiao Q. She's 1.63 meters tall and weighs 50 kilograms. She has a very standard figure (I want to emphasize that her breasts are very full and well-proportioned), an indescribable classical beauty, and a very cute smile.

Throughout the year, I often forgot to call her to check on her because of work. After a while, she probably got used to it. At first, she would call to ask why I didn't call her, but later she stopped calling me too. I thought she was angry and didn't pay much attention. I continued working.

This went on for more than a month. During this time, I was too tired to make love. I want to clarify that my first time was with my girlfriend, and it was her first time too. On Valentine's Day, we finally had a holiday. I prepared a gift for her: a bouquet of flowers, a bottle of perfume, and a set of sexy lingerie.

I called my girlfriend and asked her to come out for dinner that night. She hesitated and sounded a little reluctant. But she still came that night. During dinner, she kept playing with her phone. We drank some red wine. Because it had been a long time since we'd done it, I was thinking of buying her lingerie and making love to her. The blush on her face made it feel really good.

We had a typical movie and shopping trip, and later, a friend called and suggested we go to a karaoke bar. I asked my girlfriend, and we went. At the karaoke bar, a group of friends were singing and drinking. Everyone was toasting us, and my girlfriend, who doesn't usually drink, started drinking. Maybe because of the two kinds of alcohol, she got dizzy after a few drinks. After a while, she said she needed to use the restroom, stood up, and left. I noticed her bag was next to her and curiously checked her phone. There was an unread text message.

Out of curiosity, I opened it. It was from an unknown number: "Honey, did you go to a hotel with him?" As soon as I saw that, I knew something was wrong. My brain raced, thinking: Was my girlfriend cheating? Or was it just a wrong number? With these questions in mind, I immediately closed the message and deleted it after a few seconds. I scrolled down through the messages from the same number—many from the time we were eating and watching the movie, and many from yesterday, the day before yesterday, last week, and this month. My mind immediately went blank. Damn it, my girlfriend cheated on me.

The text messages from dinner earlier read: "Q, I filled both your holes this afternoon. Remember to think of me these next few days!" I immediately remembered that my girlfriend never gave me oral sex, yet she was giving oral sex to another man while we were together, and it seemed like it had happened more than once. Knowing my girlfriend was coming back, I knew I had to find out who that guy was. I quickly put my phone in my bag, pretending nothing had happened, and immediately opened a beer and downed it in one gulp to calm myself down.

When my girlfriend came back from the bathroom, I drank a few glasses with her, and my friends joined us. We played games, and she went off to play, so I pretended to be annoyed and said, "You guys play, I'm going to rest."

Around midnight, I pulled her up, told my friends, and left. At the hotel, I pretended to be unsteady on my feet, and I noticed she had drunk quite a bit. I asked her to help me. Once in the room, I immediately lay down on the bed, making it seem like I wasn't going to get up. My girlfriend looked at me and went to the bathroom. A while later, she came back. I squinted, watching her unpack the things I'd given her. When she opened the lingerie, she picked it up and examined it from left to right. Then she glanced at me and started kissing me. A few seconds later, she picked up her clothes and went to the bathroom. When she came out, she was wearing the lingerie I'd given her—not the revealing kind, but a tight-fitting thong with most of her breasts exposed. She came out and straddled me, starting to kiss me and undress me. I pretended to be completely drunk, and I didn't respond to her kisses. Soon, I was lying there completely naked.

I still squinted, watching her lower her head and head straight for my penis. Two seconds later, I knew my penis was being enveloped by something warm and wet—my first time receiving oral sex! I felt both excited and angry, thinking about how my girlfriend had just been giving oral sex to someone else. Because it was my first time, I felt too much pleasure and cried out. She stopped, looked up at me, and said, "Awake?" I pretended to be embarrassed, looking at her and around, and then asked her, "Do you want it?" She nodded innocently.

I got angry as soon as I saw her like that. Emboldened by the alcohol, I said, "Who taught you to give good blowjobs? You never watched me before, but now you're doing it yourself." She stammered, then took my penis in her mouth and started stroking it up and down. Seeing her so horny, I couldn't hold back anymore. I immediately got up and pinned her down, quickly pulling down her panties. With a forceful thrust, I entered her. She cried out, and I pumped hard.

A few minutes later, I saw she was about to climax. I immediately stopped, and she suddenly opened her eyes. I slapped her across the face. (Thinking back on it now, it's funny—slapping someone while inside them.) She was stunned. I immediately asked, "What were you doing behind my back? How long were you going to keep it a secret?" She immediately answered, "What happened?" I immediately grabbed her bag, pulled out her phone, and showed her the text messages.

She immediately cried out, "Honey, I'm sorry!" and burst into tears. I yelled, "You think you're doing this with someone else? Don't you know it's wrong?" She slowly sat up, crying as she pulled me closer, saying, "Honey, I was so wrong." The more I looked at her, the funnier it seemed—dressed like that and crying like that. I calmed down for over ten minutes, and she cried for over ten minutes too. I started asking her, "Who's that guy?" She answered dishonestly, "A friend." I slapped her again and asked who it really was. This time she answered, "My dad's colleague's family."

I immediately asked how they got together. She said, "We met on a trip." I made her confess everything, and she answered truthfully. I asked again, "How many times?" She said more than ten. I immediately yelled, "More than ten? You have the nerve! More than ten times a month? What would you do if it went on any longer?" I continued, "Now tell me what to do." She sincerely said, "I won't see that guy anymore, I'll cut ties." She asked me to believe her. Just then, her text message notification sounded. She didn't dare move, and I picked up the phone. It was that phone again, asking, "Did you two do it?" Isn't it great? His isn't as good as mine. I thought, "Damn it, you son of a bitch, just you wait." Honestly, how could I easily let go of a relationship built up over several years? So, fueled by a feverish mind, I had an idea!

I immediately pulled my girlfriend over and started kissing her, roughly kneading her

breasts. She started moaning, and seeing her reaction, I immediately got up and pressed myself against her, thrusting in and out. She kept moaning and screaming, "Ah ... She immediately said, "Really?" I said I'd forgive her if she promised me something. Seeing that I'd given her a condition, she immediately clung to me like a lifeline, asking, "What is it?" I grinned mischievously and said, "Let's do it now." Haha~ Then I started thrusting violently again.

Half an hour later, I ejaculated all my anger and love inside her. She moaned and cried out in pleasure.

I hadn't even rested for a few minutes when she immediately climbed on top of me and asked what I promised. I got up, put on my underwear, walked to the table with a pile of food, found a box, picked it up, and threw it to her, saying, "Eat this all." My girlfriend picked it up and said, "It's been so long, isn't it enough? You want more? Besides, I don't care if I eat this or not." I made an excuse, saying, "I want to see your most seductive side." She thought for a moment, opened it, and ate it all. It was an aphrodisiac, commonly known as aphrodisiac. Watching her eat it, I said, "Okay! Now, are you going to call that guy?" My girlfriend exclaimed, "What do you mean?" Seeing she was a little angry, I hardened my tone and said, "You want to break up, right? I'll help you." My girlfriend asked, "Then what should I say?" I taught her each sentence, even having her repeat it. Then she stammered, "No, it's really difficult." Seeing she didn't want to continue, I immediately said, "Then there's nothing to say, I won't forgive you." My girlfriend thought for a moment and said, "Okay~"

She dialed the phone: "Hello! What are you doing?" A few seconds later, she said, "He saw our text messages, he got angry and left. We'll be found out sooner or later." Then, as expected, my girlfriend started to sound like she was about to cry. A few seconds later, after listening to the other end of the line, she said, "Come and stay with me now, I'm so scared. He just flirted with me and left, I feel terrible." As expected, my girlfriend gave the man the hotel address and room number. I hung up and got up to prepare.

About ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I told my girlfriend to get up and put on her lingerie inside and her coat outside. As soon as my girlfriend opened the door, the man came in without thinking. Then he grabbed my girlfriend and started kissing her. I panicked. I hid in the bathroom with an ashtray in my hand (because there was nothing else that could be used as a weapon). As soon as they entered the room, I rushed out and, without saying a word, hit the man on the head. I felt like the first hit knocked him over, and then I hit him a few more times. I took out the prepared towel and tied the man's hands and feet to the chair.

The show was about to begin! I prepared myself, took one of the pills I'd found there—an aphrodisiac. My girlfriend was almost at her limit, sitting on the edge of the bed calling my name and spouting lewd things, telling me to fuck her, to fuck her to death, and so on. I poured a glass of water and threw it at the man. He woke up the moment it touched his face. He stared in surprise, unable to even call me "brother." I said, "You little brat, today I'll show you what real woman-playing is all about." I immediately slapped him twice, turned around, and started groping her breasts in front of him. Thinking it was exciting and the last time he'd see me like this, I ripped open her clothes, revealing her lingerie, and kept groping. Finally, I pulled out her large breasts, exposing them completely to him. The moment they were exposed, my girlfriend tried to cover herself, but I immediately pulled my hands away. Seeing my angry expression, she didn't say anything and just complied. I continued to fondle her large, full, white breasts, sucking, licking, biting, and kneading them incessantly. My girlfriend enjoyed it with her eyes closed. I glanced at the man; he was staring intently at my girlfriend's body as I played with her. His crotch was already bulging. I laid my girlfriend down and started to take off her panties, but she pulled at me, refusing to let me. She whispered that she wouldn't let me see them. I thought for a moment and said, "You let him penetrate you today, and now you won't even let me see?" I changed my tone and said, "Be good, take them off." My girlfriend obediently let me take them off. As soon as they were off, my girlfriend's face turned red instantly because her private parts were now directly facing the man. I started to caress my girlfriend's private parts, and then I started to use my mouth to stimulate them. It was my first time, and I wasn't very skilled, but by feeling, I slowly found my girlfriend's sensitive spots. My girlfriend propped herself up with her hands, half-sitting, facing the man. I kept sucking and licking, exposing my girlfriend's various erotic poses to others.

A few minutes later, my girlfriend started moaning, "Honey, I want it! Come in and stop licking! I want your dick!" I, too, loudly proclaimed, "Do you want his or mine?" My girlfriend said shyly, "Yours, yours is the best, yours is the most powerful! Hurry up and put it in me, hurry up!" Taking advantage of the moment, I said, "I don't want to do it anymore." My girlfriend cried out unhappily, "Hurry up, honey, hurry up, I really can't take it anymore!" Then I said, "I really don't want to do it anymore, wife, I'm sorry." I made it clear I genuinely didn't want to continue. My girlfriend had been through so much with me and had taken the drug; seeing her expression, she really couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't take it, and neither could I. But I wanted to keep playing.

Watching her writhe her body, I said, "Go find him. I'm not angry, but don't ejaculate inside." I said sincerely. My girlfriend, disbelieving, climbed up to the floor next to mine and said, "Your wife's private parts are about to be penetrated by another man's dick right in front of you, aren't you jealous?" Seeing her genuinely impatient expression, I said, "Go ahead, as long as you don't ejaculate inside."

I stood up, walked over, and slapped the man twice more, yelling, "You little brat, my wife wants to enjoy herself now, don't disappoint me!" He wisely said, "Brother, I was wrong, I dare not touch your wife." I slapped him twice more: "Damn it, why didn't you think so much when you slept with her?"

I told my girlfriend to go for it. She looked at me and said, "Don't worry," and went up to him. She sat on the man and kissed him, but he kept dodging away, too afraid to kiss her. My girlfriend started even more aggressively, pressing her large breasts against his face. The man finally reacted, starting to lick my girlfriend's breasts, while she rubbed her genitals against his swollen crotch. Just then, I noticed a cell phone under the chair. I picked it up; it wasn't mine, nor was it my girlfriend's. I figured it must have fallen where the man had dropped it. A wicked thought popped into my head. I noted down several of the man's phone numbers: his father's, mother's, girlfriend's, his brother's, and a few that might be his friends'. Then I picked up my phone and started taking pictures, not showing my girlfriend's face, only the guy's face, with my girlfriend's breasts rolling around next to him. After a few pictures, I continued watching.

My girlfriend started squatting down and pulling down his pants. When his penis was exposed, I gave him a disdainful look and said, "That's all you've got." The guy didn't dare to say anything.

Just as my girlfriend was about to lick it, I took another picture with my phone. Then I immediately pulled my girlfriend back, not letting her lick it. Looking at that photo now is hilarious. From the angle I took the picture, it looked like my girlfriend was just about to lick it. Actually, I stopped her the moment she was about to lick it. Perfect.

I pulled my girlfriend over and pulled down my underwear too. I made my girlfriend lick mine, so the guy could see, and he would swallow hard. I continued to enjoy myself.

More than ten minutes later, I pulled my girlfriend up and made her lean on the guy's chair facing him. I penetrated her from behind. I kept thrusting in and out, very hard, and my girlfriend's eyes were closed. With her mouth half-open, she faced the man, moaning lewdly, her breasts swaying in front of him, which I occasionally squeezed. Just then, the man ejaculated. Damn, what a bastard.

I cursed a few times and pulled my girlfriend to bed. On the bed, I kept changing positions and playing with her. I spanked her buttocks, asking her lewd questions like, "Are you enjoying it?"—all in front of the man. My wife kept moaning: "Husband, hurry, I can't take it anymore... ah... ah ah... hurry... I... ah... I'm coming... hurry... the fourth time... hurry... ah ah..."

After more than an hour, I ejaculated inside her. We hugged each other and rested for a while.

After getting up and tidying up, I showed the man the photos. He tactfully said, "Brother, what do you want? I'll give it to you." I had nothing to say. I casually asked, "Can you afford it?"

So I checked the towel binding him, then went to sleep with my girlfriend.

The next day, it was already past 11 am. I got dressed and slapped the guy a few times to wake him. I told my girlfriend to wear a sexy outfit instead of underwear and wait for me at our usual restaurant.

After she left, I said, "You've seen the photos, so you decide what to do." He immediately said, "Brother, please, whatever you want, I'll give it to you, please."

I untied him, my fists clenched, afraid he'd get up and fight me. When he got up, he bowed his head and called me "brother," begging me not to let his girlfriend see. I wrote him a phone number, turned, and walked out without looking back. Outside the room, I felt a chill. If I really fought that bastard, I probably wouldn't be a match for him because he was stronger.

I went to see my girlfriend. Seeing her radiant, I felt smug…

A few months later, my girlfriend said she was pregnant. I said, "Didn't you take the pill?" She replied, "No." That same day, I took her to have an abortion. Because the man ejaculated inside her when she conceived that day.

We got married when she got pregnant—we never brought up that incident. It's just that the man was a little wronged. He became my salary account. Whenever I needed more money, I'd send him a text message with a picture—and a few thousand yuan would appear on the account that day. I conservatively estimate that he's made me at least 670,000 yuan over the years.

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