Wife raped by mountain villagers while urinating

September 2006 marked our 10th wedding anniversary. To celebrate this important day, my wife had been planning for a long time and finally decided to take a self-guided trip during our public holidays. Our destination was the beautiful Fenghuang in western Hunan, where we would celebrate our perfect marriage amidst stunning scenery.

So we set off from Shanghai, flew to Zhangjiajie, and after a bumpy four-hour bus ride, finally arrived in beautiful Fenghuang in the afternoon. After checking into our hotel, which we had booked online, my wife, unable to contain her excitement, dragged me to explore the beautiful scenery and delicious food of Fenghuang.

We also found a local travel agency and booked a trip for the next few days, including a day trip to Wulong Mountain outside the city to suppress bandits. The owner strongly recommended it, saying it was a newly developed scenic spot with beautiful scenery and few tourists, which suited us perfectly. We had traveled to many places across the country and were tired of touristy tourist attractions.

On the morning of the third day, at 8 a.m., we set off from a place called Hongqiao in Fenghuang. After more than an hour of bumpy mountain roads, we reached a point where the car could go no further. Our group of seven or eight tourists, led by a guide, began our "Wulong Mountain Bandit Suppression

," which was basically just winding through the mountains. Fortunately, the scenery was quite nice, but the road was really difficult to walk on. In some places, there was no road at all, and there were cliffs on the sides, making it quite dangerous. Along the way, apart from our few companions, we didn't encounter a single ghost or ghost; it was indeed very remote. Since my wife and I don't exercise much, our physical condition is just average, not as good as the other university student tourists. We gradually fell behind them. The tour guide reassured us, "

It's okay, I'll lead them ahead. There's only one path; we'll reach the place where we'll have lunch at the farmhouse restaurant at the end. Don't worry."

We agreed, relaxing. The farmhouse meal wasn't much anyway, so it didn't matter if we ate early or late. We stopped rushing and slowed down, enjoying the scenery and taking photos from time to time. Before long, they were nowhere to be seen. After walking for about half an hour, my wife suddenly blushed and said shyly, "

Honey, I...I need to pee...what should I do?"

I couldn't help but chuckle, "

What should we do? Just do it here."

I looked up and surveyed the terrain. We were halfway up the mountain, and there was no one behind us. There was a sharp bend about ten meters ahead, so it shouldn't be a problem to relieve ourselves there. My wife hesitated and looked at me. I reassured her, "

No one's around. I'll watch the way ahead for you. Hold on tight."

I took a few quick steps and reached the bend ahead, and took the lead by pulling out my penis and relieving myself. Just then, I saw my wife bite her lip helplessly, look around, find a tree near the foot of the hill, pull down her jeans, squat down, and start urinating. Her white buttocks were exposed, creating a charming scene against the backdrop of the mountains and water. As we were admiring the view, two people suddenly jumped down from the tree where my wife was urinating, shouting at her, "

How can you urinate anywhere! You're ruining the feng shui!!"

I had a bad feeling. It turned out that this tree was right next to the hillside. I had only been paying attention to the mountain path and hadn't expected people to fall from the sky in this remote place. The two men were dressed in very shabby clothes. One had a full beard and was probably in his forties, while the other was in his early thirties, tall and thin, and they were lecherously staring at my wife's exposed buttocks. Looking at his wife, she was so frightened by the accident that she almost fainted. She was still urinating, probably because she had been holding it in for too long, and urine had spilled all over the floor. It wasn't until the bearded man squatted down in front of her, staring lewdly at her crotch, that she remembered her situation. She quickly stood up, pulled up her underwear, and was about to pull up her jeans when the bearded man ripped off her belt, saying menacingly, "

Why aren't you saying anything? Trying to finish and leave?"

Seeing she couldn't escape, the wife, her face flushed, held up her pants and pitifully replied, "

B-Brother, I'm sorry... there's no restroom, I... I really... I really can't hold it in."

Her voice trailed off, barely a whisper. The bearded man asked again, "

What are you doing here? Why are you alone?"

The wife, her eyes brimming with tears, replied, "

I'm here to fight bandits... no... I'm here for a vacation." She paused briefly, then raised her voice, "

And my husband!"

She looked ahead, searching for me, and called out my name. But I was caught in a fierce internal struggle. Wasn't this exactly what I'd been hoping for? Besides, even if I went out now, I couldn't possibly defeat these two mountain folk. Just as I was pondering this, the bearded man stepped forward and slapped me. "

Still lying! Where's your husband?"

My wife, terrified, covered her face with one hand and pulled up her trousers with the other, tears streaming down her face. I was furious and debating whether to show myself when the bearded man said again, "

Come on, let's go down there!"

I looked down and saw a simple wooden hut about ten meters down the hillside. It was probably an abandoned hut used for watching over the mountains or crops. They wanted to take my wife inside. Could it be...? I suddenly decided to stay put and observe the situation. At this moment, the two men grabbed my wife and started to leave. She was about to resist when the taller man waved his hand as if to hit her. She quickly gave up and obediently let himself be pulled into the wooden hut. After a moment, I tiptoed over and peeked through a crack. There was a wooden bed inside. The bearded man sat on the edge of the bed, my wife stood bowed in front of him, and the taller man stood guard at the door. I heard the bearded man say, "

You've ruined our feng shui. What are you going to do about it?"

My wife murmured, "

I...I'll...I'll pay."

"

Where's the money?"

My wife frantically rummaged in her pockets, only managing to pull out a few dozen yuan. All the money was in my pocket, because although my wife was thirty, she still had the personality of a child and relied on me for everything. So whenever we went out together, she basically didn't carry any money. The bearded man slapped the money out of my wife's hand and said viciously, "

Do you think I'm a beggar? No way, if you don't have money, let us have some fun with you, to bring good luck."

After saying that, he pulled my wife into his arms, his left hand already inside her underwear, groping her. My wife was shocked and was about to scream when the tall man rushed over and waved his hand, threatening loudly, "

If you scream, I'll kill you!"

My wife was obviously frightened and dared not scream anymore, only silently shedding tears, symbolically resisting. The bearded man and the tall man attacked her from both sides, kissing and groping her body indiscriminately. In a short while, my wife was stripped naked, her hands unsure whether to cover her upper or lower body. At this moment, the bearded man stopped what he was doing, quickly took off his pants, and leaned against the bed. "

You bitch, come here!"

His wife sobbed and obediently walked to the bedside. The bearded man suddenly grabbed her hair, forced her head in front of his penis, and said, "

Eat up!"

My wife struggled, and the bearded man slapped her again. She dared not resist any longer, crying and resignedly bringing his penis to her mouth. (Here I should introduce my wife; she's the undisputed beauty of her workplace, 1.68 meters tall, weighing around 100 pounds, and with very smooth skin. I undress her every day and hold her in my arms to sleep.) Clearly, the bearded man's penis smelled incredibly foul. Before even touching it, my wife showed disgust. After a slight hesitation, the bearded man grunted, and she quickly put his penis in her mouth. Then, she tried to open her mouth as wide as possible... He swallowed the glans, held his penis with his hand, and kept sucking on the glans. I heard the bearded man moan softly. His penis was huge; my wife's small mouth could barely swallow half of it. The contrast between his dark penis and her fair, beautiful face was striking. I saw my wife kneeling on the ground serving him like a dog. The scene was so lewd that I couldn't help but take out my rock-hard penis and gently stroke it. My wife made sucking sounds, her small mouth forming an "O" shape as she tried her best to take his penis in, but she didn't know much about technique. In addition, the bearded man's unusually large penis almost caused the corners of my wife's mouth to split. After a while, the bearded man rolled off the bed, threw his wife onto it, face up, pressed her head down below the edge of the bed, and then thrust forward, inserting his penis a third of the way in, all the way to the back of her throat. He continued to thrust in and out, his wife's lips stretched to their limit, her nose turned up, and she almost stopped breathing. She wanted to vomit but couldn't, like an inflatable doll being played with. At this moment, the tall man couldn't hold back any longer. He quickly took off his clothes, rushed onto the bed, grabbed his wife's buttocks, buried his head between her legs, and began to work on her. I think it lasted about ten minutes. My wife's face was flushed. I saw the bearded man's penis vibrate violently inside her mouth. I knew he had ejaculated in my wife's mouth. He pulled his penis out and yelled at my wife to swallow the semen and not spit it out. Because she was lying on her back and couldn't struggle, she could only swallow it with tears in her eyes. But there was so much semen that a lot of it still dripped from the corners of her mouth. Then, the tall man gradually moved up and frantically sucked on her firm breasts, while his hands caressed them up and down. Two dark fingers slowly went in and out of her vagina. My wife's struggles became weaker and weaker, her will began to dissipate, and she began to moan softly. Seeing his chance, the tall man pulled his wife's buttocks inward, lifted her legs, looked at her vulva, and laughed, "You're all wet, still pretending to be innocent."

With a "

plop,"

his penis slid in. "

Ah..."

his wife screamed, realizing she had been truly raped. The tall man panted heavily; after all, where else could he taste the beauty of such a city woman, especially since his wife was so alluring? He pumped hard, and the big cock kept going in and out of my wife's vagina. The amplitude was very large every time, and the cock penetrated directly into the heart of the flower, making a "

plop"

impact sound. "

Oh..."

The invasion of strong pleasure made my wife forget what she was experiencing. She only felt that streams of heat were constantly leaking out of her vagina. It might be the real thing. Unable to bear the waves of orgasms, she struggled to avoid the tall man's final thrust. The tall man refused to let go. He grabbed her thighs and thrust her for at least ten minutes. After that, a hot stream shot into my wife's uterus. I saw her convulsing. Her whole uterus and vagina seemed to tighten, and she lay limp on the wooden bed. By this time, the bearded man had rested enough. He moved next to my wife and commanded, "

Get up and lie down."

My wife knew that struggling would only lead to trouble, so she obediently rolled over and lay face down on the bed. "

Let's try something different, how about we do it from behind?"

the bearded man mocked with a grin. "

I saw you were moaning quite enthusiastically just now."

My wife was speechless with shame, knowing she couldn't escape being raped again, and tears welled up in her eyes once more. The bearded man said, "

Don't cry! Otherwise, we'll lock you up forever and fuck you every day, since no one will know."

My wife shuddered; this was the most terrifying thing. The bearded man groped her full buttocks. His wife trembled all over, turning back timidly to say, "

Brother, please let me go! I...I've already been...taken by you once..."

"

That doesn't count!"

the bearded man said. "

If you keep babbling, I'll fuck you to death!"

He then commanded, "

Lift your ass up!"

The wife reluctantly lifted her round buttocks slightly. "

Lift it higher!"

the bearded man said again. The wife had no choice but to comply. The bearded man knelt behind her, his hands caressing her buttocks, tracing the cleft to her vulva, gently teasing her clitoris. My wife is usually afraid of me touching her there; she gets wet as soon as I touch her. Especially after we'd just had sex, even a brief touch from the bearded man made her let out a low moan, her vulva immediately becoming wet, **illegal content** mixed with the tall man's semen flowing down her thighs. "Good cunt!"

the bearded man exclaimed, thrusting his penis in. My wife couldn't help but scream "

Ah!"

—a scream of humiliation mixed with the pleasure emanating from her vulva. Since the bearded man had already ejaculated once, he thrust in and out slowly and deliberately, his penis so deep that his wife even stood on tiptoe. He kept slapping her snow-white buttocks, leaving clear red handprints. His wife was clearly feeling pleasure, and although she knew that the man behind her was not her husband, the intense pleasure in her lower body still made her groan loudly, "

Ah...ah...oh...uh..."

Her cries encouraged the bearded man, who thrust even harder. He wanted to conquer this city woman. "

Ah...ah..."

my wife cried out, "

Be gentle...ah...I...I can't take it anymore...you're too rough..."

The bearded man chuckled and said, "

You're much better than my wife, I've never experienced such a comfortable vagina!"

My wife cried out even louder, and her voice only increased the bearded man's excitement. He quickly reached his climax, letting out a "

ah..."

and ejaculated deep inside my wife's vagina once more. My poor wife, sprayed with the bearded man's semen, felt a tingling sensation in her clitoris and reached another climax. The two of them collapsed onto the bed, the bearded man's penis still soaking inside my wife's vagina. He didn't want to pull it out. I know that feeling; it's so comfortable soaking inside. I often do it too. At this moment, the tall man, who had been unable to restrain himself any longer, shoved his slightly erect penis into my wife's mouth. After her orgasm, my wife was completely limp and had no strength to break free. She could only let his penis swell in her mouth. A little while later, the tall man pressed her back onto the bed and raped her calmly. She no longer had the strength to even moan. All I could hear were

the slapping sounds of two bodies colliding

and

the sizzling

sounds of a penis entering and exiting a vagina. Peeping outside, I saw my wife being repeatedly raped by another, and such a vulgar man. I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated, experiencing an unprecedented pleasure… After another round of ravaging, the two mountain men abandoned my wife and left, satisfied. My wife quickly tidied herself up, while I pretended not to know where she was. I walked a distance from the cabin and started shouting her name at the top of my lungs until I "

successfully"

found her. I pretended to be angry: "

Why are you wandering around? Where did you go?"

My wife explained that after she finished urinating, she realized I was missing, and her phone had no signal in this godforsaken place, so she went back to look for me…

September 2006 This month marks our 10th wedding anniversary. To celebrate this important day, my wife had been planning for a long time and finally decided to take a self-guided trip during our public holidays. Our destination was the beautiful Fenghuang in western Hunan, where we would celebrate our perfect marriage amidst stunning scenery.

So we set off from Shanghai, flew to Zhangjiajie, and after a bumpy four-hour bus ride, finally arrived in beautiful Fenghuang in the afternoon. First, we checked into the hotel we had booked online, and my wife, unable to contain her excitement, dragged me off to explore the beautiful scenery and delicious food of Fenghuang.

We also found a local travel agency and booked a trip for the next few days, including a day trip to Wulong Mountain outside the city to suppress bandits. The owner strongly recommended it, saying it was a newly developed attraction with beautiful scenery and few tourists, which suited us perfectly, as we had traveled to many places across the country and were tired of crowded tourist spots.

On the morning of the third day, at 8 a.m., we set off from a place called Hongqiao in Fenghuang. After more than an hour of bumpy mountain roads, we reached a point where the car could go no further. Our group of seven or eight tourists, led by a guide, began our "Wulong Mountain Bandit Suppression

," which was basically just winding through the mountains. Fortunately, the scenery was quite nice, but the road was really difficult to walk on. In some places, there was no road at all, and there were cliffs on the sides, making it quite dangerous. Along the way, apart from our few companions, we didn't encounter a single ghost or ghost; it was indeed very remote. Since my wife and I don't exercise much, our physical condition is just average, not as good as the other university student tourists. We gradually fell behind them. The tour guide reassured us, "

It's okay, I'll lead them ahead. There's only one path; we'll reach the place where we'll have lunch at the farmhouse restaurant at the end. Don't worry."

We agreed, relaxing. The farmhouse meal wasn't much anyway, so it didn't matter if we ate early or late. We stopped rushing and slowed down, enjoying the scenery and taking photos from time to time. Before long, they were nowhere to be seen. After walking for about half an hour, my wife suddenly blushed and said shyly, "

Honey, I...I need to pee...what should I do?"

I couldn't help but chuckle, "

What should we do? Just do it here."

I looked up and surveyed the terrain. We were halfway up the mountain, and there was no one behind us. There was a sharp bend about ten meters ahead, so relieving ourselves there shouldn't be a problem. My wife hesitated, looking at me. I reassured her, "

No one's around. I'll watch the way ahead for you. Hold on tight."

I quickened my pace, reached the bend ahead, and took the lead, pulling out my penis and relieving myself. Just then, I saw my wife bite her lip helplessly, look around, find a tree near the foot of the hill, pull down her jeans, squat down, and start urinating. Her white buttocks were exposed, creating a charming scene against the backdrop of the mountains and water. As we were admiring the view, two people suddenly jumped down from the tree where my wife was urinating, shouting at her, "

How can you urinate anywhere! You're ruining the feng shui!!"

I had a bad feeling. It turned out that this tree was right next to the hillside, and I had only been paying attention to the mountain path, not expecting people to fall from the sky in this remote place. The two men were dressed in very shabby clothes. One had a full beard and was probably in his forties, while the other was in his early thirties, tall and thin, and they were lecherously staring at my wife's exposed buttocks. Looking at his wife, she was so frightened by the accident that she almost fainted. She was still urinating, probably because she had been holding it in for too long, and urine had spilled all over the floor. It wasn't until the bearded man squatted down in front of her, staring lewdly at her crotch, that she remembered her situation. She quickly stood up, pulled up her underwear, and was about to pull up her jeans when the bearded man ripped off her belt, saying menacingly, "

Why aren't you talking? Trying to finish and leave?"

Seeing she couldn't escape, the wife, her face flushed, held up her pants and pitifully replied, "

B-Brother, I'm sorry... there's no restroom, I... I really... I really can't hold it in."

Her voice trailed off, barely a whisper. The bearded man asked again, "

What are you doing here? Why are you alone?"

The wife, her eyes brimming with tears, replied, "

I'm here to fight bandits... no... I'm here for a vacation." She paused briefly, then raised her voice, "

And my husband!"

She looked ahead, searching for me, and called out my name. But I was caught in a fierce internal struggle. Wasn't this exactly what I'd been hoping for? Besides, even if I went out now, I couldn't possibly defeat these two mountain folk. Just as I was pondering this, the bearded man stepped forward and slapped me. "

Still lying! Where's your husband?"

My wife, terrified, covered her face with one hand and pulled up her trousers with the other, tears streaming down her face. I was furious and debating whether to show myself when the bearded man said again, "

Come on, let's go down there!"

I looked down and saw a simple wooden hut about ten meters down the hillside. It was probably an abandoned hut used for watching over the mountains or crops. They wanted to take my wife inside. Could it be...? I suddenly decided to stay put and observe the situation. At this moment, the two men grabbed my wife and started to leave. She tried to resist, but the tall man waved his hand as if to hit her. She quickly gave up and obediently let himself be pulled into the wooden hut. After a moment, I tiptoed over and peeked through a crack. There was a wooden bed inside. The bearded man sat on the edge of the bed, my wife stood before him with her head bowed, and the tall man stood guard at the door. I heard the bearded man say, "

You've ruined our feng shui. What are you going to do about it?"

My wife murmured, "

I...I'll...I'll pay."

"

Where's the money?"

My wife frantically rummaged in her pockets, only managing to pull out a few dozen yuan. All the money was in my pocket, because although my wife was thirty, she still had the personality of a child and relied on me for everything. So whenever we went out together, she basically didn't carry any money. The bearded man slapped the money out of my wife's hand and said viciously, "

Do you think I'm a beggar? No way, if you don't have money, let us have some fun with you, to bring good luck."

After saying that, he pulled my wife into his arms, his left hand already inside her underwear, groping her. My wife was shocked and was about to scream when the tall man rushed over and waved his hand, threatening loudly, "

If you scream, I'll kill you!"

My wife was obviously frightened and dared not scream anymore, only silently shedding tears, symbolically resisting. The bearded man and the tall man attacked her from both sides, kissing and groping her body indiscriminately. In a short while, my wife was stripped naked, and she didn't know whether to cover her upper or lower body with her hands. At this moment, the bearded man stopped what he was doing, quickly took off his pants, and leaned against the bed. "

You bitch, come here!"

His wife sobbed and obediently walked to the bedside. The bearded man suddenly grabbed her hair, forced her head in front of his penis, and said, "

Eat up!"

My wife struggled, and the bearded man slapped her again. She dared not resist any longer, crying and resignedly bringing his penis to her mouth. (Here I should introduce my wife; she's the undisputed beauty of her workplace, 1.68 meters tall, weighing around 100 pounds, and with very smooth skin. I undress her every day and hold her in my arms to sleep.) Clearly, the bearded man's penis smelled incredibly foul. Before even touching it, my wife showed disgust. After a slight hesitation, the bearded man grunted, and she quickly put his penis in her mouth. Then, she tried to open her mouth as wide as possible... He swallowed the glans, held his penis with his hand, and kept sucking on the glans. I heard the bearded man moan softly. His penis was huge; my wife's small mouth could barely swallow half of it. The contrast between his dark penis and her fair, beautiful face was striking. I saw my wife kneeling on the ground serving him like a dog. The scene was so lewd that I couldn't help but take out my rock-hard penis and gently stroke it. My wife made sucking sounds, her small mouth forming an "O" shape as she tried her best to take his penis in, but she didn't know much about technique. In addition, the bearded man's unusually large penis almost caused the corners of my wife's mouth to split. After a while, the bearded man rolled off the bed, threw his wife onto it, face up, pressed her head down below the edge of the bed, and then thrust forward, inserting his penis a third of the way in, all the way to the back of her throat. He continued to thrust in and out, his wife's lips stretched to their limit, her nose turned up, and she almost stopped breathing. She wanted to vomit but couldn't, like an inflatable doll being played with. At this moment, the tall man couldn't hold back any longer. He quickly took off his clothes, rushed onto the bed, grabbed his wife's buttocks, and buried his head between her legs, busying himself with his actions. I think it lasted about ten minutes. My wife's face was flushed. I saw the bearded man's penis vibrate violently inside her mouth. I knew he had ejaculated in my wife's mouth. He pulled his penis out and yelled at my wife to swallow the semen and not spit it out. Because she was lying on her back and couldn't struggle, she could only swallow it with tears in her eyes. But there was so much semen that a lot of it still dripped from the corners of her mouth. Then, the tall man gradually moved up and frantically sucked on her firm breasts, while his hands caressed them up and down. Two dark fingers slowly went in and out of her vagina. My wife's struggles became weaker and weaker, her will began to dissipate, and she began to moan softly. Seeing his chance, the tall man pulled his wife's buttocks inward, lifted her legs, looked at her vulva, and laughed, "You're all wet, still pretending to be innocent."

With a "

plop,"

his penis slid in. "

Ah..."

his wife screamed, realizing she had been truly raped. The tall man panted heavily; after all, where else could he taste the beauty of such a city woman, especially since his wife was so alluring? He pumped hard, and the big cock kept going in and out of my wife's vagina. The amplitude was very large every time, and the cock penetrated directly into the heart of the flower, making a "

plop"

impact sound. "

Oh..."

The invasion of strong pleasure made my wife forget what she was experiencing. She only felt that streams of heat were constantly leaking out of her vagina. It might be the real thing. Unable to bear the waves of orgasms, she struggled to avoid the tall man's final thrust. The tall man refused to let go. He grabbed her thighs and thrust her for at least ten minutes. After that, a hot stream shot into my wife's uterus. I saw her convulsing. Her whole uterus and vagina seemed to tighten, and she lay limp on the wooden bed. By this time, the bearded man had rested enough. He moved next to my wife and commanded, "

Get up and lie down."

My wife knew that struggling would only lead to trouble, so she obediently rolled over and lay face down on the bed. "

Let's try something different, how about we do it from behind?"

the bearded man mocked with a grin. "

I saw you were moaning quite enthusiastically just now."

My wife was speechless with shame, knowing she couldn't escape being raped again, and tears welled up in her eyes once more. The bearded man said, "

Don't cry! Otherwise, we'll lock you up forever and fuck you every day, since no one will know."

My wife shuddered; this was the most terrifying thing. The bearded man groped her full buttocks. His wife trembled all over, turning back timidly to say, "

Brother, please let me go! I...I've already been...taken by you once..."

"

That doesn't count!"

the bearded man said. "

If you keep babbling, I'll fuck you to death!"

He then commanded, "

Lift your ass up!"

The wife reluctantly lifted her round buttocks slightly. "

Lift it higher!"

the bearded man said again. The wife had no choice but to comply. The bearded man knelt behind her, his hands caressing her buttocks, tracing the cleft to her vulva, gently teasing her clitoris. My wife is usually afraid of me touching her there; she gets wet as soon as I touch her. Especially after we'd just had sex, even a brief touch from the bearded man made her let out a low moan, her vulva immediately becoming wet, **illegal content** mixed with the tall man's semen flowing down her thighs. "Good cunt!"

the bearded man exclaimed, thrusting his penis in. My wife couldn't help but scream "

Ah!"

—a scream of humiliation mixed with the pleasure emanating from her vulva. Since the bearded man had already ejaculated once, he thrust in and out slowly and deliberately, his penis so deep that his wife even stood on tiptoe. He kept slapping her snow-white buttocks, leaving clear red handprints. His wife was clearly feeling pleasure, and although she knew that the man behind her was not her husband, the intense pleasure in her lower body still made her groan loudly, "

Ah...ah...oh...uh..."

Her cries encouraged the bearded man, who thrust even harder. He wanted to conquer this city woman. "

Ah...ah..."

my wife cried out, "

Be gentle...ah...I...I can't take it anymore...you're too rough..."

The bearded man chuckled and said, "

You're much better than my wife, I've never experienced such a comfortable vagina!"

My wife cried out even louder, and her voice only increased the bearded man's excitement. He quickly reached his climax, letting out a "

ah..."

and ejaculated deep inside my wife's vagina once more. My poor wife, sprayed with the bearded man's semen, felt a tingling sensation in her clitoris and reached another climax. The two of them collapsed onto the bed, the bearded man's penis still soaking inside my wife's vagina. He didn't want to pull it out. I know that feeling; it's so comfortable soaking inside. I often do it too. At this moment, the tall man, who had been unable to restrain himself any longer, shoved his slightly erect penis into my wife's mouth. After her orgasm, my wife was completely limp and had no strength to break free. She could only let his penis swell in her mouth. A little while later, the tall man pressed her back onto the bed and raped her calmly. She no longer had the strength to even moan. All I could hear were

the slapping sounds of two bodies colliding

and

the sizzling

sounds of a penis entering and exiting a vagina. Peeping outside, I saw my wife being repeatedly raped by another, and such a vulgar man. I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated, experiencing an unprecedented pleasure… After another round of ravaging, the two mountain men abandoned my wife and left, satisfied. My wife quickly tidied herself up, while I pretended not to know where she was. I walked a distance from the cabin and started shouting her name at the top of my lungs until I "

successfully"

found her. I feigned anger: "

Why are you wandering around? Where did you go?"

My wife explained that after urinating, she realized I was missing, and since her phone had no signal in this godforsaken place, she went back to look for me…

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