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I was raped by my best friend's husband in front of my husband (short story) 

Xiao X is my longtime friend, and she's five or six months pregnant. Because she had a miscarriage before, she's always worried, so I often visit her to comfort her. Her husband, H, is forty years old this year, five or six years older than both Xiao X and me. Actually, H and I have known each other for a long time. Before he met Xiao X, he had feelings for me, but I had just separated from my ex-husband and didn't dare to rashly accept feelings again, especially since he wasn't single at the time. So I kept my distance and let him gracefully withdraw. With the appearance of X, he faded from my sight, and he and X gradually got together. X really loves him, and their relationship is very good and progressing quickly. I'm genuinely happy for X to have overcome her pain and found happiness again! >陕さ牧甑却侵沼诼踅嘶橐龅牡钐谩n椅歉咝撕妥(!?br /> The three of us have always been very close. They encouraged me and took good care of me during my most difficult and confused times. They treated me like family and were very kind and caring towards me. Our friendship has grown deeper and deeper. We often joke and talk about everything together. H learned through X that I have a very close male friend, whom I always call "brother." We don't live in the same city, but we always try to be together. Sometimes I go to my brother's place, and sometimes my brother comes to my place. So H often teases me, saying, "Oh, brother is really attractive." He must be incredibly strong in that area; no matter how far away, my little sister would always go to Lingqiao to serve him. She even emphasized the word "semen" (精). Whenever he said that, I would argue with him, saying he was just jealous and resentful, jokingly calling him a sour grapes. Then X would laugh and say we were a pair of hooligans, always talking nonsense and never serious. H heard from X that his brother had visited, so he said he would tell him next time his older brother came, and he would treat him to dinner and drinks. He's a very hospitable person, enjoys drinking with friends, and every time he says he'll treat someone to dinner… I would say I don't have time; my brother has gone through so much trouble to come see me, and we don't want to waste his time. Besides, my brother can't outdrink you, so I'll let you off the hook. He said you're our family's youngest sister, and we, representing the maternal family, should show our sincerity by treating you to a meal. Seeing his insistence, I said okay, we'll all get together when my brother comes.
I'm a woman who's particularly sensitive to semen; you could say I have a strong semen complex. Two men ejaculated hot semen into me one after another, emitting a strong, obscene smell that stimulated my body and soul. I let out a long, almost neurotic moan, and collapsed onto the bed in a spasm-like tremor… (Having read other women's accounts, this is my first attempt at writing about my own experience. There are some fictional elements, but most of it is true. I feel it's not quite satisfactory. Many things happened during that time, some of which are difficult to talk about. I don't know if I have the courage to continue writing.) The following discussion may be somewhat unpleasant, but I'm trying to write objectively. Whatever it is, that's what it is.
In November, my brother made a special detour to visit me while on a business trip. I gathered his opinions, and he agreed to have dinner with X and H, but he said the time shouldn't be too long and we should drink less alcohol, as he really wanted to get into my body as soon as possible. I agreed and told X and H to pick us up. When we met, H was very enthusiastic, saying that it was a great trip for my brother to come all this way, and since it was our first meeting, we should definitely have a good time today. X, heavily pregnant, also agreed, saying that if we wanted to have a good time, we should go to the Little Red House Hot Spring Resort. Upon hearing this, I was somewhat intrigued. I had been to that place before; it was quite unique—you could eat, play games, soak in hot springs, and even rest in private rooms. It was a very comfortable and relaxing place, with a variety of activities and amenities. 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The room was spacious and grand, and what surprised me most was the enormous double bed in the center, about 2.5 meters wide. I looked at the two men again, and they seemed completely unfazed. My heart suddenly started pounding, and I felt a strange sensation, as if an unspeakable desire was rising within me, a vague sense that something was about to happen.
The three of us were exhausted from drinking and soaking in the hot springs, so we didn't chat much and just lay down on the bed. I wanted to sleep next to my brother, but he was worried I'd fall off the bed, so he let me sleep between the two of them. Lying between the two men, I had a surreal feeling, as if everything that had happened today had been pre-arranged. It was supposed to be just a meeting, a hot spring soak, a rest, and then my brother and I were going home. How did it all end up like this—both of us drinking too much, then that happening in the hot springs, and now I'm sleeping in the same bed with two men? I was still daydreaming when H next to me started snoring softly. My brother, seeing H asleep, moved closer to me. We were face to face, and I couldn't resist any longer. I touched him with my tongue, my eyes wide with desire. (In front of others, I call him "brother," but when we're together, I call him "husband," and he calls me "baby," so I might switch between "brother" and "husband" later.) He licked it in circles, a groan involuntarily escaping his throat. He licked it repeatedly, his lips trembling, his breath coming in gasps. He licked it again and again, his voice trembling, his breath coming in gasps. He licked it again and again, his lips trembling, his breath coming in gasps. He licked it again and again ...夂孟?倌悖,页逡矗∷底庞檬滞嗜ノ业目阃罚,檬种竿媾盼业牧狡,醮剑,?业囊彩卑烁绺绲霓种浮n冶焕瞎酶咝说煤孟氪竽暌股衅鹄矗,墒怯峙鲁承眩齿,?缓闷疵匮挂郑,?谏ぷ友赫锏偷偷厣關髯扭?br /> My husband was playing with my pussy, clearly not satisfied. I knew he wanted to insert his penis into my little pussy. Normally at this time, either my brother would be on top of me, or I would be on top of him, but now, afraid of waking H, neither of us dared to make too much noise. Then, my brother suddenly flipped me over, making me lie on my side facing H, my buttocks arched towards his penis. The emperor held the yu, and the sound of the wind blew. He was filled with doubt and confusion. He was a traveler, and his spirit was high. He was a man of great talent and virtue ... Zhong Xinghuan, a young man, was a novice in the martial arts world. He was a man who had been living in a state of disarray and confusion ... Pan Jia, [unintelligible text] ... The palm leaves are often covered with rustling leaves, and the grass is green and lush. The leaves are like a rustling of leaves, and the grass is green and lush. The grass is green and lush ... In a daze, I felt something kneading my nipples. I thought something was wrong, and my husband had one hand on my buttocks and the other on my shoulder. I looked down and saw H, who had been woken up by my brother and me. His face was flushed, his eyes red and greedy as he stared at my breasts. My bathrobe had slipped open, revealing my full, white breasts, my nipples already erect under his hands. I realized that H had been kneading my back. Suddenly, I snapped back to reality and stared wide-eyed in shock. My eyes opened, my mouth agape, but I dared not utter a sound. I only saw H lewdly smile, seemingly unafraid, his gaze extending beyond my body as he greedily kneaded my remains. A moment later, I realized my brother had seen this too. What should I do? What should I do? Would I lose my brother? Would these two men clash? Although I felt closer to my brother, H was my longtime sister's husband. We'd been together for so many years, and he'd always been good to me. I didn't want either of them to get hurt. A flood of thoughts rushed through my mind, but... I had clearly overlooked one thing: my brother was still thrusting hard! He wasn't energetic; instead, he seemed pleased, his penis becoming even more erect and his thrusts even more intense. It was obvious my brother wasn't angry with me, so I grew bolder, lowering my head to suckle gently on my back. My vagina, uncontrollably, was flowing more and more fluid… When my brother finished, he didn't hesitate, suddenly lifting my body so I was lying down, then straddling me, his large penis greedily and forcefully thrusting into my vagina. I felt my penis being filled with a large, hard cock. It felt swollen and full. I felt a tightness in my genitals, a sensation that was both intense and overwhelming. I felt a sharp, throbbing pain, a burning sensation in my genitals. The magpie model, the hoop, the embankment, the towering magpie model, the crooked and the grotesque, the tailored words, the stupid paralysis, the twilight, the yu, the kuo, the buying, the glass, the magpie model, the crooked and the gu ... The current situation is completely beyond my comprehension. I admit I've fantasized about being fucked by a man, or being penetrated by a man, and my husband often uses such scenarios to stimulate me. When I think about it, I feel happy, sometimes even experiencing orgasm. But the difference between fantasy and reality is too great; I find it hard to accept this reality psychologically. My first instinct is to quickly turn away from the penis rubbing against my face. My hands weakly try to push it away, and I repeatedly mutter ambiguous sounds. No, no, please, don't do this... But H was very happy at this moment. He turned my face with his hand, his big penis rubbing against my mouth. I saw a little bit of liquid flowing from his glans onto my face, cool and slippery. Some of it had already flowed onto my lips, a pungent and salty taste that assaulted my senses. My husband was still fiercely fucking my little cunt in front of me. My resistance slowly collapsed under the double stimulation that I had never experienced before. In front of my husband, another man's penis was also teasing and guiding me, but I felt... While feeling ashamed, I also felt a strange desire to enjoy the scene, and my vagina became even wetter… I couldn't help but moan, and my vagina throbbed uncontrollably. My husband's penis was still thrusting excitedly; he probably sensed the change in my vagina, and when he saw what my penis was doing, he became even happier, thrusting harder, shouting, "Baby, I'm going to fuck you to death, fuck you to death!" I felt the intense thrusting of my husband's penis and enjoyed my husband's teasing. My husband's penis really knew where the stimulation points of my vagina were. There, sometimes his penis circled inside my vagina, sometimes stimulating my clitoris with varying speeds. Each time it penetrated deeply, I could feel the head of his penis hitting my cervix, pressing against the flesh there with a slight pain—it was such a stimulating sensation. What I couldn't stand most was this. I hugged my husband's waist tightly, letting his penis press in as close as possible. I wiggled my fat buttocks, seemingly forgetting the presence of another man, or perhaps intentionally wanting to scream loudly in front of him, "Good husband, good brother, fuck me to death, fuck this little slut to death, penis!"
I was moaning and breathing heavily when suddenly a huge, thick penis was shoved into my open mouth, silencing my cries. A pungent, fishy smell assaulted my senses even more intensely. It was H's huge penis; he wasn't satisfied with me always calling him "husband," and in revenge, he thrust his thick, smelly penis deep into my throat. I couldn't adjust to the intrusion of this foreign object and started gagging uncontrollably, tears streaming down my face. But H, ignoring the falling arm, lightly thrust in and out of my mouth, then suddenly and deeply blocked my throat, remaining motionless until I felt almost choked to death, before slowly withdrawing. I gasped for breath, the vomit dripping from the corners of my mouth onto my neck, my mind hazy and confused. As two large men relentlessly thrust into my two holes, I felt my body floating aimlessly in a cloud of clouds, feeling both like I was dying and ascending to heaven. I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly both my holes felt empty, and my consciousness felt empty too, as if my soul had been drained. Then a pair of strong hands wrapped around my waist and flipped me over into a doggy-style position. In my daze, my mouth and vagina were filled again, and a new round of assault began.
Then I felt a familiar sensation and taste filling my mouth. I finally realized that my husband was fucking my mouth. I knew my husband loved it when I sucked his penis. On the first time we met, he always liked me to suck him first, saying it was because it was too easy to ejaculate the first time. He's afraid he won't be able to satisfy his little slut. He knows perfectly well that I'm incredibly sensitive; even a light touch from my husband can bring me to orgasm, and I have multiple orgasms, so there's no need to worry about me not being able to climax. I know it's because my husband likes me to wrap myself around him and swallow his semen; the first time was especially intense and thick. I don't know how others feel, but I don't think my husband's penis is dirty or has any fishy smell. And my husband is naughty; sometimes he intentionally doesn't wash himself before we meet and just makes me wrap myself around him. There's definitely a strong smell then, but when I think about how it's my husband's penis and his scent, I don't feel any nausea at all. Really, the penis I just wrapped around him with was freshly washed. At first, I was a little uncomfortable with the smell, but even the strongest smell from my husband doesn't disgust me; I even enjoy it. I don't know... I don't know why, and I enjoy eating my husband's semen. I think his semen has a slightly jelly-like texture and tastes like rice water. I don't know what other women think men's semen tastes like.
Before, without much mental preparation, I was fucked by two men until I was completely dazed. Many times, I was closed-eyed, immersed in my own sensory experience. When I realized it was my husband's penis, I instinctively and actively wrapped it around him. Just now, it was always him thrusting in and out of my mouth; now I wanted to actively serve my husband, to make him feel as comfortable as before. I was still a little afraid that my husband would hold a grudge later and blame me for my loss of virginity today. I felt that my husband's penis was unusually large and unusually hard today. When I spat out my husband's penis, I only saw it angrily erect, the dark red glans shiny from swelling, the small opening on the glans even slightly cracked, looking fierce. I have... Feeling a little guilty, I swallowed the head of his penis, which was pointing fiercely at me, into my mouth and used all my oral skills to flatter and please it. My husband once praised me as a top student who graduated from the Central Conservatory of Music with a major in classical music performance. Actually, I knew he meant that I could play the xiao (a type of Chinese flute). And because we are from different places, he doesn't know about my past, so sometimes he would half-jokingly ask if I had a professional background and received professional training, which probably means I had been a prostitute. Of course, after dating for so many years, my husband has gradually come to understand my experiences. He knows that I am an innocent woman who has experienced a failed marriage and has had several men. I am not conservative in my sex life and can always open my heart to enjoy the pleasure of sex, but I have never been promiscuous. I'm getting carried away. Maybe women have an instinct to explain themselves. Let's get back to the present. I wholeheartedly wrapped my husband's penis and served him comfortably. He knelt before me, letting me wrap his penis around his head. Later, perhaps tired, he sat on the bed, then lay down with his legs spread wide. I bent down and grasped my husband's thick, hard penis, licking it from my anus upwards to the glans, then downwards, wrapping it around his testicles and gently moving them in my mouth. My husband made soft, pleasurable sounds, sometimes even moaning. I knew he was enjoying himself immensely. My two holes were being
vigorously penetrated by two men, one in front and one behind, the room echoing with the sounds of splashing water, my heavy breathing, and moans. From the beginning until now, I had been continuously and intensely penetrated by these two men for almost two hours. I felt my body was about to fall apart, my soul almost melting. Just as I was about to reach ecstasy, I heard my husband's familiar low moan. I knew he was about to ejaculate. I mustered my strength and... I wrapped my husband's penis in my mouth, and suddenly, a surge of intense heat shot out deep inside. I greedily sucked, drawing every last drop of his hot, rice-water-like semen into my mouth. His penis remained motionless in my mouth as I slowly swallowed his essence. Suddenly, I heard H behind me let out a whoosh. After a series of intense thrusts, a surge of heat rushed into my pussy. H also ejaculated, shooting deep into my pussy, into the pussy of the woman he had once pursued, into the pussy of his wife's best friend.
Now, because I was kneeling on the bed with my upper body bent low, my buttocks appeared even higher. By the way, I'm a petite woman, rather short for a woman, with a full figure. My breasts are neither too big nor too small, and because I've never breastfed, they're always perky. I have a plump bottom, the type my husband likes. My thighs are very strong; sometimes my husband... When he touches my genitals, my legs clamp shut, causing him to cry out in pain. Complementing my figure is my baby face, with neatly arched, untrimmed eyebrows that my husband says are beautiful and delicate. I have big eyes, double eyelids, and exceptionally fair skin. I'm often praised as the kind of girl who looks like a beautiful doll. Even now, in my thirties, many strangers still mistake me for an unmarried woman. My personality is also simple, pure, unpretentious, and not slick. While not the glamorous type, I'm a very likable and attractive woman. In my husband's words, he's like a little baby he wants to hold and cherish the moment he sees me. That's how my husband named me "Baby."
Now, with my petite yet full figure and a plump, white bottom sticking out high, I believe that after knowing me for so many years, he would never imagine me... There was such an image, such a lewd appearance. I clearly felt that after my death, he was holding my fat buttocks, the resistance and violation becoming more and more intense, without any mercy. He would occasionally use his big, rough hands to slap my tender, fat buttocks hard, making a slapping sound. I didn't care if the other rooms could hear it, I didn't care anymore. The numb feeling from being slapped on my buttocks spread throughout my body, feeling a tingling, electric shock-like sensation all over my body. In my daze, I forgot to wrap my husband's penis. My husband felt my neglect, got up and knelt down again, grabbed my hair, pressed my head down, and began to thrust hard into my poor little mouth.
I collapsed onto the bed, my body convulsing in waves. My consciousness was still a little hazy, I knew I was lying between two men, I could clearly hear their rustling sounds, but I always felt that they were far away from me.
I sat there, slowly spreading my legs, revealing my wet, exposed vagina to the two men, my head bowed low. I saw my white, slightly plump lower abdomen, folded into a fleshy groove. I used to be very self-conscious about my slightly overweight figure, but my husband always said he loved it, saying he loved my chubby little belly, that it felt so good against his skin. Below my abdomen, it was completely white and clean, without a single pubic hair. I'm not actually a pubic shaver, but my husband likes it, so today I made sure to shave my pubic hair clean before he came. Normally, my pubic hair is neither thick nor thin, forming an inverted triangle. My husband described my vagina as a "bun pussy," plump with a thin slit in the center, but because of the intense thrusting of two large penises just now, the normally tightly closed slit had parted, and my labia were swollen and shiny, though one side was larger than the other. A white, shiny liquid was still seeping from my vagina. I didn't know if it was H's semen or my own vaginal fluid, but it definitely wasn't my husband's semen, because his semen was very thick, and he had just ejaculated into my mouth and I had swallowed it. There was a shiny, sticky stain on the inside of one of my thighs.
My chest was still heaving rapidly, and my breathing was still rapid. A warm substance was slowly flowing out from my lower body, sliding down my thigh, but I didn't want to move or clean it.
I tried my best to calm myself down. Today's events were too unexpected, and I couldn't recover. What was going on? Was I really such a lewd woman? These two men were very close to me. How could I face them in the future? And what if X found out about this? If it turned out like that, how could I face her? I thought about many things, but I couldn't make sense of anything.
"You slut, you've had your fun and now you don't care about your man anymore? Are you fucked to death?" He Suo's familiar voice and tone reached my ears. This was, of course, my brother, my husband, my master. We'd done this kind of conversation, this kind of game, many times in our daily lives. At this moment, my husband was my master, and I was his little sex slave.
Almost reflexively, I scrambled up, crawling like a little bitch, and whispered, "Master." "Slut, hurry up and crawl over here to clean your master!" My husband's voice was full of authority, and hearing it filled me with deep pleasure. (For years, my husband had always treated me like this. I knew that at this moment, rather than tormenting me, he was rewarding me, rewarding me with endless pleasure and enjoyment.) I felt like I was being electrocuted, instantly entering a state of frenzy. I knew my husband, my master, was about to give me countless more sexual pleasures.
I obediently crawled towards my master, not daring to raise my head too high, only daring to wriggle and squirm. Looking up at my husband with a pitiful expression, I knew he had taught me all this, and I no longer needed his instructions. He maintained his stern face, but I could always detect a hint of mischief in his expression. Actually, I wasn't afraid of him at all. Especially at times like this, I was even less afraid. He might physically torment me, even causing me pain, but I knew he truly cherished me and would never truly hurt me. Everything he did was to allow us both to fully and completely enjoy sexual pleasure, body and soul. Of course, I would also completely submit to my husband, because our ideas were the same. However, some BDSM novels portray women as mindless, soulless puppets—that's just men's one-sided fantasy from their own perspective. Anyway, we're not like that. Being "trained" by my husband is actually part of our sex life, a joint effort and shared enjoyment.
"Master, let this little bitch lick your cock." I begged in the most despicable and lewd way, a tacit understanding we'd long cultivated, my husband's favorite thing to hear. As I spoke these lewd words, a tingling sensation ran through my vagina, and I was intoxicated by my submissiveness before my husband. Then, I carefully cupped my husband's half-erect cock in my hands, like holding my most cherished treasure, lowered my head, opened my mouth, and gently took it in.
"Damn, so fucking lewd, you really know how to enjoy yourself!"
The sudden voice made my body tremble violently, and my husband's not-so-erect cock slipped out of my slightly open mouth. Oh my god, I just remembered that H was still beside me. I was really a little confused just now, and I forgot what happened. "You slut, what are you daydreaming about? You've been fucked by a thousand men and pierced by ten thousand, what are you pretending to be chaste for now!" My husband pinched my back hard, and I cried out in pain, falling backward and sitting in front of the two men.
"You stinking husband, I haven't been fucked by a thousand men and pierced by ten thousand..." I couldn't help but argue, but my voice grew softer and softer until it was barely audible. When my husband was training me, he had made me describe being fucked by many men at the same time, and he had even made me play the role of a prostitute. I didn't resist my husband scolding me like this. But now H was right there. Although H had just fucked me too, I still couldn't accept losing face in front of H like this. It was too despicable and lewd, and if H really believed these words, it would be too shameful. I would never be able to clear my name even if I jumped into the Yellow River.
"You slut, you were just fucked hard by two dicks, and you were moaning so lewdly, and you still say you didn't!" "You stinky husband, baby didn't, baby didn't." I wanted to argue again. "
You slut, you dare to talk back. Brother, did it feel good to fuck my baby's little cunt just now?" "It felt good, so good, Xiaomeng's cunt is so tight, it felt so good." H's voice sounded particularly lewd and obscene to my ears. But he wasn't used to calling me baby yet, so he called me by my real name.
"Brother, baby's cunt moves by itself, it's been contracting and training every day, it hasn't been delayed during my daily work, of course it's very tight. You little slut, let your brother H show you how tight your little cunt looks." "Bad husband, no!" My stinky husband is too much, this is such a shameful thing, it's a secret between my husband and me, showing off my little cunt is my husband's privilege, and my stinky husband is so generous as to give it to other men, stinky husband.
"Oh, you little slut, you've got a new man, and you don't listen to your master anymore. Don't you want your master's cock fucking you anymore?" My husband's words were less of a threat and more of a threat.
I looked up at the two men, both leaning back on the sofa, their two big dicks already burning with desire. I curiously compared the two big dicks. My husband's big dick was a bit thinner and longer, while H's was shorter and thicker, but the most special thing about my husband's dick was that the glans was particularly large, like a big mushroom, with a diameter far exceeding that of the penis below. There was a very obvious coronal sulcus below the glans, and every time it sank into my flesh, it felt like it was stuck in a silken slit, especially when it was pulled out, scraping my tender flesh, making my whole body numb and tingling. I looked at the two big dicks in front of me, and slowly a different kind of feeling surged up all over my body, a desire that began to grow uncontrollably, a desire for these two big dicks to immediately fill the emptiness deep inside my body.
"Yes, yes, yes, baby wants husband to fuck me, baby will obey master." I hurriedly confessed to my husband.
"Speak properly, what are you?"
"Baby is a little slut, a little rotten cunt, a little bitch, a little bitch, baby is master's little sex slave." That's it, I've said these words a thousand times, I can't stop once I start.
"Are you a little slut who's been fucked by a thousand men and pierced by ten thousand?"
"Yes." I didn't want to keep it up anymore.
"Speak clearly, what are you?"
"Baby is a little slut, a little rotten cunt, a little bitch, a little bitch, a little bitch who's been fucked and poked by a thousand men. Baby is Master's little sex slave." "Now show us your little rotten cunt that's been fucked and poked by a thousand men." "Husband—hmm," I had just shown a hint of refusal when I heard my husband hum, swallowing back the sound I hadn't yet uttered, weakly saying, "Master..." "Hurry up!"
I sighed inwardly. It seemed that today my husband was going to completely and utterly corrupt me. As long as my husband was willing, I would listen to him in everything. I am my husband's little sex slave, and I am truly willing to be my husband's little sex slave.
"Look up at our dick, spread your legs wide with your hands, and tighten your vaginal opening." My stinky husband was going to utterly humiliate me. I didn't want to resist anymore; I understood his intentions, and I gladly accepted his idea. What he liked, I liked too.
I spread my labia with my hands, revealing a small opening still glistening with vaginal fluid. Even after the previous thrusting, the opening was still narrow and small. This was my pride, and my husband's pride too. I guessed that my husband was sharing his most cherished woman with someone else today, probably out of a sense of boasting. He often said that such a good baby, such a good pussy, it would be a waste not to let others taste it. Following my husband's request, I tightened and clenched my vagina again and again, and the glistening vaginal fluid gushed out and flowed down, I felt it reaching my anus.
I don't want to continue writing about what happened next. I vividly remember that this time I was the one initiating it. Like a lustful harlot, a whore, a slut, I repeatedly took advantage of the two men in front of me, no matter what they asked for. It was as if this was my last supper, and I didn't want to leave any regrets. I wanted to drain these two men dry. I honestly don't remember how many times I orgasmed, nor do I remember how many times the two men ejaculated. In any case, it was far fewer than the number of times I orgasmed. I've said before that I'm naturally more sensitive; my orgasms come very quickly, and I orgasm again and again. My body was covered in sticky liquid—my own sweat, my own vaginal fluid, and the semen of two men. I never ate their semen again, including my husband's, because during our previous conversations, he seemed particularly unwilling for me to eat other men's semen. My virginity wasn't his; his desire to eat semen was his privilege and monopoly. Although I was frantic at the time, I still had a bottom line subconsciously, and maybe my husband did too.
That night, we barely rested—or rather, I barely rested, while they took turns resting for a while. This was my most wild and enjoyable sexual experience. I believe it will never happen again. Afterwards, I earnestly asked my husband... "Husband, do you really want me to be such a lowly and promiscuous woman? Do you really want to share your baby with other men?" My husband stared into my eyes, remained silent for a while, and instead of answering me directly, asked, "Do you like the baby?" I replied, "As long as my husband likes it, the baby is willing to do anything for him. The baby will always belong to my husband. Maybe one day in the future the baby will have other men, but the baby only wants to belong to one man." I knew there were some contradictions and illogical points in my words, but I believed my husband understood what I meant. My husband said slowly but firmly, "I understand. I will always respect the baby's thoughts, and I will never do anything to harm the baby." I understood too, and actually, I understood even without saying those words.

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