My girlfriend Tongtong and I are university classmates. People often say few couples who date in university end up together, but we are one of the rare few who succeeded. It's because she truly loves me, and of course, the reason she loves me is that I love her just as much. After graduation, she gave up a better job opportunity and came with me to the city where my family lives to live together. Our days were very happy. If not for the following story, I think we would have continued living like most people. But now that things have happened, I don't know what our life will become in the future—will it be heaven or hell!
Although Tongtong came with me to my hometown city, we didn't live together. Her aunt happened to live in this city too, so apart from meeting briefly every afternoon after work, we still had to go back to our respective homes at night. Of course, we would also go to a hotel from time to time to get intimate. I still clearly remember our first time making love: in a small hotel outside the school that cost 30 yuan per night, on a bed with a floral sheet that didn't look very clean, we both experienced our first time. She bled a lot, and I was so nervous I could hardly get hard. Thinking back, it's a beautiful memory. More than six years have passed since then, and we've lost count of how many times we've made love over these six years. One summer vacation, we didn't go home and rented a place off-campus. That entire summer was practically spent in bed—waking up and making love frantically, then sleeping when tired. Apart from eating and taking evening walks, those were pretty much the only two activities.
Perhaps we were still both very innocent; aside from each other, neither of us had ever been intimate with anyone else. But our sex life was by no means lacking. From being completely unable to let go at the beginning, to trying all kinds of positions, and then gradually, our first time giving each other oral sex, and even later on, when I started developing her back door. She was somewhat conservative, yet always able to let go completely. She once told me very seriously that she wanted to be a slut for one person, to be slutty only in front of me, and to make me go crazy for her.
It seems a bit off-topic. That’s how thoughts are: once opened, they surge like a flood through a broken dam and can’t be shut off. Let’s leave the memories of the earlier simple life here for now. Now it’s been three years since we started working, and I’ve found that I actually like making love with her more and more. It seems that if I were to imagine someone else instead, I wouldn’t be nearly as interested, although I haven’t tried it. Maybe because we’re too familiar, it’s not weariness but fondness. Tongtong counts as a beauty, not the top-tier kind, but she becomes more and more attractive the longer you look at her. In the eyes of many who like skinny girls, perhaps she is a bit fat. But I think she’s still very well proportioned, not very full, but not skinny either. Naked, she only gives people the feeling of being very balanced and very comfortable. Her breasts are only B cups, not that exaggerated, scary big kind. The key thing is that the flesh on Tongtong’s body is very soft, whether it’s her breasts, waist, butt, or thighs. It really feels wonderful to touch. Hugs feel wonderful too, soft yet elastic. But since this year, I’ve always felt that when we make love, something is missing. She no longer trembles all over at orgasm like before, and I no longer, like before, can barely hold back when I want to cum. We’ve both become very good at making love. I’ve started to slowly control the rhythm; she’s started to moan very seductively. We began watching porn together to tease each other, reading erotic novels together and watching each other masturbate. Maybe people are just like that: always wanting to find something new to刺激. I slowly came across some wife-swapping novels, and it felt like I had suddenly regained the same feeling I had as a middle schooler secretly watching porn for the first time—extremely thrilling. I knew I was addicted. After a long struggle, I read more and more wife-swapping 3P novels. Every time we made love, I couldn’t help imagining Tongtong being fucked by another man in front of me, picturing someone else’s penis thrusting in and out of Tongtong’s vagina, blasting semen into Tongtong’s mouth, and I’d get rock hard. Gradually, I started reading these novels and watching these movies with Tongtong. We also discussed many of the plots. It was obvious that every time these things came up, Tongtong was also very aroused. Her reactions during sex were always intense. But it seemed that once all these fantasies were over and we finished making love and calmed down, they would disappear without a trace again. I knew it was because I loved her too much, so I couldn’t stand seeing her feel anything for other men. So we could never really do these things.
The opening might be a bit long, but without the above setup, the following event wouldn't have happened. After graduation, many of our classmates and friends are in this city. And at our age of twenty-seven or twenty-eight, most people are starting to get married. Tongtong has also been invited by friends around her to be a bridesmaid several times, but I blocked them all with my firm attitude. Everyone knows that in today's society, being a bridesmaid almost always involves being taken advantage of to some extent. How could I agree? But what was meant to happen still happened.
Zhou Meiting was one of Tongtong’s very good classmates at university. She got married on May 6 and also sent us an invitation. The city where the wedding was held happened to be not far from our city, and by car it took less than three hours. On the afternoon of May 5, Tongtong and I packed up a bit and set off for Meiting’s home. Tongtong was very excited along the way. A good friend was getting married, and next year it would be our turn, so we had to go learn some experience.
When we got to that city, Meiting drove to pick us up and take us back. Along the way, Tongtong and Meiting chatted nonstop, their excitement making it seem as if everyone was going to a group wedding. That night we ate at Meiting's home; Uncle and Auntie were both very warm, and we stayed at Meiting's house as if we were family from the bride's side. Because at a little after five the next morning, the bride had to go get her makeup done, and Tongtong had to accompany her, while I was assigned to receive guests, that night Tongtong slept with Meiting, and the two of them chatted on the bed all night, while I slept alone in the guest room. When I woke up early in the morning, Tongtong and the bride had already gone to get their makeup done. An unforgettable day had begun.
It wasn't until later that I found out that the bridesmaid Mei Ting had arranged in advance was knocked down and injured by a car the day before. They made a last-minute decision to have Tongtong be the bridesmaid. Tongtong really couldn't refuse, and she also didn't have time to tell me. When I saw Tongtong accompanying the bride back, she was already made up and wearing the bridesmaid dress. Although I was extremely unhappy inside, I couldn't say anything at that moment. I could only think to myself that I must secretly protect Tongtong well.
Everything proceeded like a wedding: picking up the bride, forcing the door, hiding shoes, grabbing red envelopes. There were photographers taking pictures, people cheering and making a racket, all chaotic beyond description. Although my mind was always on Tongtong, there were simply too many people, and I couldn’t keep an eye on her at all. The bridesmaids were with the bride the whole way, and I couldn’t even squeeze over to Tongtong to say a word to her. It wasn’t until we got to the hotel banquet, when Tongtong accompanied the bride and groom around to toast, that Tongtong finally said to me, “So tired.”
The bridesmaid’s dress was a pink one-piece dress, and Tongtong looked very pretty in it. Standing together with the bride, they looked like a pair of sisters. When the banquet dispersed, I thought it was basically over, but unexpectedly things had only just begun. After the banquet, because Meiting’s father, that is, my uncle, had drunk a bit too much, Tongtong asked me to see him off before going to the bridal chamber to find them. I originally didn’t want to; with so many people, anyone could be found to escort him, but after all, my uncle had hosted us all night, so I found it hard to refuse. So I went to see my uncle off, while Tongtong followed the bride to the bridal chamber.
After dropping him off at his uncle's house, I immediately came out and took a taxi to their new house. The whole way, I kept thinking, they wouldn't start the wedding room teasing in broad daylight, right? Probably no one would tease the bridesmaid either. Once I get there, I'll find a chance to take Tongtong away. But my heart was also pounding. What if things get out of hand? So many men taking advantage of Tongtong, what should I do? Thinking of Tongtong's pink dress today, I actually started to feel a bit turned on.
The traffic was quite heavy on the road. By the time I arrived at the new house, it was over an hour after we had separated. The door to the new house was locked. I knocked hard on the door from outside, hearing a lot of noise and commotion inside, but no one answered. I called Tongtong's phone—no answer. I called Meiting's phone—no answer either. I felt both anxious and nervous. In my desperation, I kicked the door violently several times. Perhaps the people inside heard; a young man whose face was already flushed red from drinking opened the door for me. Without a word, I pushed the door open and went in. There were about ten people in the room, all friends of the groom, mostly men. Besides Tongtong, there was only one other woman, whom I didn't know. They were forcing these two women to drink. I went in and grabbed Tongtong. She had already drunk quite a bit, her face flushed red. Seeing me seemed to relieve her somewhat; I could clearly sense Tongtong was a bit scared. Without a word, I took Tongtong and headed out, only to be blocked by three or four people with playful, grinning faces, saying, 'We're all playing with the bridesmaid together. How can you take her away to play with her alone?' A surge of anger rose in me: 'I'm taking her away.' The leader of the group seemed to be the best man, not very tall, about 1.75 meters. The best man said with a smile, 'We're just having fun celebrating, no other meaning. On such a good day like a wedding, we shouldn't get angry. We're just drinking, it's nothing. Is this your girlfriend? Come, have a drink with us. It's bad luck to snatch someone away midway.' With their soft words, I couldn't really get angry anymore, feeling a bit caught in a dilemma. Tongtong tugged at my hand.
I asked: 'What about Mei Ting?'
Before Tongtong could answer, the groomsman replied, 'They went with the groom to pick up his parents. When they left, they asked the bridesmaid and groomsman to entertain us. What would it mean if you left?'
Tongtong also said, 'They'll be back soon. How about we wait for them to return before we leave?'
I hesitated for a moment, having no real reason to object, so I had no choice but to stay.
The best man called out to everyone, “Continue, continue. The bridesmaid’s girlfriend is here, let’s switch to another game.” Someone joined in the commotion, and the best man went on, “A pretty popular game then: King’s Game. I’ll go find the poker cards.” The best man fetched the poker cards and explained the rules. A few people who didn’t want to play sat off to the side watching TV and drinking, and the rest were only eight people: Tongtong and that unfamiliar woman, me, the best man, and four other men. We gave the living room to the drinkers and went to the guest room to play.
There are eight cards: one joker, and the hearts from 1 to 7. The person who draws the joker may arbitrarily choose two numbered players to carry out the instruction he gives; the person whose number is called by the king must complete the king's instruction. Anyone unwilling to do it has to drink as punishment. Because of this, I agreed to play. If Tongtong were drawn, at worst she wouldn't have to do it, and I would drink in her place. The game started like that. Because there were many men, most of the time it was about two men being assigned to kiss each other, or one man taking off another man's socks, and so on. Unexpectedly, the first time a man and a woman were drawn, it was me and that unfamiliar woman. The king was a man with a black mole on his face. The man with the black mole said: "Number one puts his card under number six's clothes, then takes it out from the collar." I was number one, and that woman was number six. Everyone started heckling; Tongtong and I both felt a little awkward. I looked at that woman. She was not as fair as Tongtong, but her breasts were bigger than Tongtong's. She was actually calmer than I was, waiting for me to do it. I looked at Tongtong, decided to drink as punishment, and slowly poured a cup of Luzhou Laojiao—it was the kind of disposable cup. I closed my eyes and gulped it down in one breath.
The best man shouted, “Good!” and then the game continued.
My alcohol tolerance is average. After drawing lots twice in a row—once for Tongtong to help another man undo his belt and once for a man to grab Tongtong's chest—I had to drink two more glasses. By then, my stomach was already churning. Sometimes, when the groomsmen drew commands like licking each other's toes, they would also drink a glass. Basically, everyone was a bit drunk. I don't know how much Tongtong had been forced to drink before I arrived; her face was constantly flushed. Later, seeing I couldn't drink anymore, she took another glass for me.
I don’t know how much time had passed. When I came out of the bathroom after throwing up for the second time, everything was already spinning. By the time I sat down on the chair, I had no strength left to draw cards. I shouted that I wasn’t playing anymore, and the best man said to kick me out. Tongtong didn’t want that, so they put me by the corner of the bed against the wall and let me sleep. In fact, I was awake and could clearly hear their conversation, but my tongue was already numb and had no feeling, and I had no strength in my body either. They just threw me onto the bed. I also heard the best man say to Tongtong: if you don’t play, we’ll pinch your boyfriend’s nose and pour a bottle of liquor into him, and then let you go. Tongtong was forced to keep playing with them.
The best man then changed the rules again: because if everyone got too drunk, the game couldn’t continue, so for the rest of the game, penalties had to be enforced and no drinking punishment was allowed. At that time Tongtong was already a bit drunk and acting a little wild, and because the group of men earlier had indeed not made any excessive moves, she no longer had so many guardrails in her mind,
The irreversible madness had begun. I was poured drinks until I collapsed onto the bed, but I couldn't stop worrying about Tongtong, so I turned my head to watch them continue playing games. Watching Tongtong sitting beside several men, I inexplicably felt some tension and excitement. If I hadn't read so many wife-sharing erotic stories. If I hadn't stimulated Tongtong's desires in such an extreme way, I think we wouldn't have gone this far. But life has no 'ifs'!
It must be said that the best man was very good at creating atmosphere. People like this are often the hardest to deal with; he knows how to read people, touching your bottom line little by little, but never crossing it, slowly pulling you into his rhythm. Tongtong was in just such a state. The girl I didn’t know had the surname Xu, called Xu Meng. Later I learned that her relationship with this group of people was actually very messy; in the beginning, she was actually the groom Mei Ting’s sex partner. Today the groom was getting married, yet she could appear here without the slightest concern for appearances.
In this round, the best man drew the king. He smirked and said, 'Number three, hold the banana between your legs. Number four, use your mouth to peel the banana.'
The fat guy who drew card number three cheered, grabbed a banana, and clamped it between his legs. Number four was Xu Meng, and everyone started cheering again. The guy with the black mole suddenly grabbed the fat guy, 'Dunzi, that's not tight enough. Come on, unzip your pants and use the zipper to hold the banana!'
The fat guy called Dunzi also chuckled, stood up, and pulled down his zipper. I could even see the black underwear inside and the shape of his somewhat erect penis. I also saw Tongtong secretly glancing at the fat guy's zipper. While everyone's attention was focused between the fat guy's legs, only the best man and I looked at Tongtong. So the best man and I exchanged a glance. I think my gaze, after drinking, was hazy, but the best man's smile was wicked. I suddenly had a premonition of what was about to happen, but I didn't stop it. I just watched silently, my head aching terribly. Should I fully trust that Tongtong would protect herself for my sake, or did I want to see a scenario only found in novels? I'm afraid even I couldn't say clearly.
The fat boy stuffed the banana inside his zipper, probably squeezing it together with his little brother, then tightened the zipper, firmly clamping the banana. Xu Meng, without any pretense, squatted on the ground and moved her mouth toward the banana in the fat boy's crotch. After all, the banana held by the zipper was movable.
Xu Meng tried a few times but couldn't peel the banana, then shot the fat guy a look: 'You need to hold the banana tighter.' Everyone burst into laughter again. Without a word, the fat guy unzipped his pants, stuffed the banana under his balls, and clamped it with his legs. He simply left the zipper down. Xu Meng deliberately let out a seductive moan and brought her mouth close. Everyone watched as the thing inside the fat guy's underwear slowly erected, reaching almost the same length as the banana; it seemed the stimulation was really significant. Xu Meng's mouth worked on peeling the banana, her nose and face rubbing against the fat guy's dick; the fat guy's black underwear seemed about to burst. The group watched excitedly; lying on the bed, I even felt aroused, but being heavily drunk, I wasn't sensitive, and my little brother couldn't get hard. The sound of Xu Meng peeling. The fat guy probably wouldn't be able to calm down for a while after this.
Amid the noise, the game continued. By sheer coincidence, the best man drew the joker again. The best man said solemnly: “Number one holds the banana that was just peeled between their legs, and number seven eats it.”
Everyone laughed excitedly again; this groomsman was really too naughty. If it were two men, wouldn't it be disgusting? Number seven, it's still this fat guy!
What about number one? No one came out for a long time, and I had a bad feeling. Everyone showed the number they had drawn, except Tongtong. In the end, it was still obvious.
I felt my heart racing rapidly. What would Tongtong do? My feelings were very conflicted. Lying there, I looked at Tongtong's flushed face; she was also looking at me. The best man appeared just in time, standing between us, and said to Tongtong playfully, "Look, Mengmeng was so brave earlier. You can't be a sore loser in a game. It's such a buzzkill." He paused and then added, "We're all adults here. At most, this game is a bit暧昧, nothing will really happen. Your husband surely isn't that petty, and besides, he's here too." Tongtong's expression was hesitant, but she still said, "No."
I suddenly felt somewhat moved, but there was also a faint sense of disappointment.
The best man suddenly put on a stern face and said to Tongtong, “Don’t go against the game rules. We agreed that your husband would drink another bottle and then you two would leave. At worst, come back later and we’ll pull the bride over to play.”
Actually, the best man was only deliberately trying to scare Tongtong a bit, with some probing mixed in. After all, Tongtong’s hesitation had given him hope. The rest of the men, apart from the fat guy’s silly grin, all coaxed Tongtong on in a few words. Xu Meng suddenly pulled Tongtong and said, “Relax, it’s fine. These guys are just making a fuss; they don’t mean any harm. Maybe if your husband sees you playing like this, it’ll even turn him on more later.” Perhaps it was the last sentence that moved Tongtong; amid the rising and falling heckling, Tongtong gently nodded twice.
Several times I wanted to stop it, but the words reached my lips only to be swallowed back.
The best man pushed Tongtong over to Fatty’s side. Fatty was actually about my height, a little under 1.8 meters, but his build was truly huge. Tongtong looked so small in front of him. Several people gathered around Fatty, waiting for that thrilling moment. The best man even deliberately made room in my line of sight so I could also see that blood-pumping scene.
The best man pointed to the banana on the plate that Xu Meng had peeled with her mouth and said to Mengmeng, “Put it in yourself and let him clamp it. Our hands haven’t been washed, after all, and since you’re the one who’s going to eat it, getting it dirty wouldn’t be good.” Seeing that Tongtong was truly embarrassed, the best man pretended to be understanding and said, “Just eat half of it, no need to finish it all.” Damn, if she ate it all, wouldn’t her mouth have to touch Fatty’s balls!
Since the fat guy had already zipped up his pants earlier, everyone shouted for Tongtong to unzip it herself and put it in. Unexpectedly, Tongtong did not refuse, perhaps because she had been compromising all along and had lost the will to refuse. Tongtong reached out her slightly trembling hand, slowly grabbed the zipper on the fat guy's crotch, and pulled it down with feigned composure. Suddenly, the fat guy's penis sprang out, causing Tongtong to gasp in surprise, startling everyone.
So Xu Meng had already gotten the fat guy highly aroused just now; his thing was already rock hard. When he turned around to pull up his pants, he casually pulled down his underwear, toyed with it a couple of times, then zipped back up, leaving the underwear caught at the base of his dong and around his balls. Because his excitement had flared up at once and had not yet gone down before being stimulated again, he deliberately played dirty. When Tongtong pulled down the zipper, the huge springing penis popped out. I saw with my own eyes a penis at least sixteen centimeters long, standing angrily in front of Tongtong, and it was somehow unbearably stimulating. The scene instantly turned explosively heated, and the best man probably had not expected to walk straight into such a situation. Everyone shouted in unison, “Eat the banana!” “Eat the banana!” “Eat the banana!”
The best man quietly turned around and locked the bedroom door. Maybe he was afraid the drinkers outside would rush in, or maybe he was afraid Tongtong would suddenly run out. I no longer had time to think about it.
Tongtong was clearly terrified, but her eyes kept darting towards the fat guy's erect penis. His was indeed bigger than mine. Who would have thought someone so fat would be so well-endowed down there. The purplish, shiny glans was only about thirty centimeters from Tongtong's face. Tongtong wanted to dodge, but the person behind blocked her escape. Actually, in this kind of ambiguous game setting, and after drinking, courage tends to be greater. Without these environmental influences, Tongtong would have lost her temper long ago. Xu Meng whispered something to Tongtong, and Tongtong relaxed. Xu Meng reached out and flicked the fat guy's penis twice. The fat guy looked extremely stimulated, and the people around also seemed highly aroused. Almost everyone had pitched a tent, even including me.
Xu Meng took Tongtong’s hand, but Tongtong closed her eyes in fear. Slowly, Xu Meng pressed Tongtong’s hand onto the fat man’s penis. The fat man’s eyes widened, and his penis involuntarily twitched a few times. Tongtong seemed about to pull her hand back, but Xu Meng held it down firmly. He felt his own dick stand up high as well. The underwear was bulging painfully.
Xu Meng pushed Tongtong's hand, lifting the fat guy's penis upward, pressing it against his belly. The fat guy's penis was already bulging with veins, his two balls also red and round. Tongtong's other hand trembled as she inserted the banana under the underwear holding the balls, one hand pushing the fat guy's penis, the other supporting the banana, her face slowly leaning closer.
Everyone held their breath. Only the fat guy's heavy breathing and the low, involuntary groans from his throat could be heard. Tongtong's face didn't touch the fat guy's penis because hands were pushing, but perhaps because the fat guy's sensitive area felt the heat of Tongtong's breath, a clear liquid dripped from the slit of the fat guy's glans. Tongtong quickly took a bite of the banana and immediately stood up. The fat guy's penis was still twitching.
Amid everyone's cheers, the fat guy stroked himself twice, then hurriedly stuffed it back in with effort and zipped up. Tongtong glanced at me shyly, and seeing I didn't look angry, seemed much more relieved. Tongtong's face was so red it seemed about to drip water, but the game continued with all the men sporting tents. (3)
By this time, I was actually much more sober. The physical effects of the alcohol were still there, of course, but mentally and psychologically, I was mostly awake. I had been watching Tongtong almost the whole time, my feelings were somewhat complicated. I really wanted to know what Tongtong was thinking. But she seemed to start avoiding my gaze, intentionally or not, and of course, she didn't dare meet the fat man's intense stare either. Perhaps Tongtong was still in shock from what just happened. No woman can calm down quickly after seeing another man's penis besides her husband's.
Actually, if the groomsmen had forcibly done something to Tongtong, or had gone very directly through some process, or even gang-raped Tongtong in this not-so-large room, I think I would have been very angry and sad, and not felt any excitement at all. It was precisely this warped, ambiguous atmosphere, and Tongtong seeming to accept things half-willingly and half-reluctantly, that instead made me more able to accept it. Maybe the groomsmen knew this male psychology and used this King game to break our bottom line step by step. How far things would develop, I felt I was already close to losing my normal reason. Because my cock was already standing up.
Each person drew a card from the best man's hand again. Tongtong actually drew the Joker, the first time this had happened after playing the game for so long. Fatty and the man with the black mole were clearly disappointed. The best man, however, maintained his expression and said to Tongtong with a smile, 'Beauty, give the command!'
If it weren't for the madness of the previous round, Tongtong would have given some very ordinary commands, like 'Number 1, pour a glass of water for Number 2,' or 'Number 2, give Number 3 a back rub.' Perhaps it was precisely because the air of madness hadn't yet dissipated that Tongtong, seemingly crazed and with a vengeful mindset from the previous round's punishment, said: 'Number five, pour a cup of Pulpy Orange into number six's underwear!' Maybe it was precisely because the command came from the most proper Tongtong's mouth that the game's atmosphere reached another climax. Tongtong probably never expected that what goes around comes around.
Have you ever seen a big guy pouring juice into another big guy’s underwear? That funny scene will show up soon, and the ones who get picked are the man with the black mole and a guy with glasses. The man with the black mole looks displeased as the glasses guy pours juice into his underwear. His little brother gets a juice bath; probably nobody would be comfortable with that, and you can tell from the black-mole man’s expression. The glasses guy even says lasciviously: “Heihei’s little dick has shrunk back in, wahahaha!” A crowd bursts into laughter, and Tongtong, the instigator of all this, can’t help laughing either, as if she’s already fully融入 into the atmosphere of this game. It turns out the man with the black mole is really called Heizi.
Heizi was wearing a pair of casual cloth pants. When the juice was poured, the entire area from the crotch to the pant legs got soaked, which must have been extremely uncomfortable sticking to his legs. After three or four rounds, no matter who got the king card, the two ladies were never called again. The result was that three or four men had their pants completely drenched with juice. Tongtong and Xiao Xu both requested to change the game, as the thought of juice being poured into the ladies' panties later was simply maddening. Surprisingly, the groomsmen agreed. The men with soaking wet pants didn't object either; after playing like this, how could they face people later?
The best man brought up Truth or Dare again; wasn’t that just the same thing with a different coat of paint? In a scene like this, probably no man would be unwilling to keep playing, right? And the two ladies—Xu Meng definitely had no objections, and Tongtong had basically loosened up too; although she was still very shy, she was no longer resisting this kind of game. The best man agreed on the rules: it was still about drawing the joker, and whoever drew it could designate someone to choose Truth or Dare. If it was Truth, then the person who drew the joker would ask the question, and the designated person had to answer truthfully, without lying. If they didn’t want to answer, then they had to choose Dare, and the punishment set by the person who drew the joker had to be carried out.
With such rules, would the men who draw the Joker card let Tongtong off? Even thinking with your toes, you'd know the answer, but Tongtong didn't have time to ponder deeply. The game started again.
As expected, whichever man drew the joker would指定曈曈 to choose, and the理由很充分: everyone was familiar with Xu Meng, so no need to ask to know the answer. 曈曈, under such circumstances, withstood wave after wave of attacks.
"Miss Dongdong, when did you and your husband first make love? Please tell the truth!"
Tongtong glanced at me secretly: 'The first time was in sophomore year.'
"Oh oh oh..." everyone jeered.
"Miss Dongdong, what bra cup size are your breasts?"
"Can you please not ask private questions?".
“Then you choose the dare?” the bespectacled man said with a malicious smile.
"Forget it, telling you so what? It's a B cup!" Tongtong said angrily.
"Little beauty, don't be mad. Brother wants to ask you something: how long is your husband's little brother?" another man continued asking, "If you tell a lie, your husband's little brother will get erectile dysfunction." How vicious!
"You're the impotent one. It should be fourteen or fifteen centimeters." Tongtong didn't dare look at me again.
“Ohhh~ So short~” Everyone jeered.
"Dongdong, have you ever fantasized about making love with another man?" The best man finally bared his claws.
“I... I...” Dongdong was already at a loss for words.
By this point, I was completely ignored. But whenever a certain question was directed at me, the men would occasionally turn their heads and give me a mischievous grin. Perhaps the atmosphere was just too awkward, so I decided to close my eyes, peeking secretly through slits. Actually, I knew that by now, Tongtong was completely lost. I couldn't pull her out anymore. Even if I got up now and took her away from here, everything that happened today was already firmly imprinted in her heart, a seed planted that would sprout someday. To what extent it would grow, Tongtong, I know I have to trust you.
“I choose dare.” Tongtong finally couldn’t stand those shameless questions anymore.
The best man said with a wicked grin, “A dare means it has to be really daring,” and after a pause, “Go take Blackie’s wet pants off. Sticking to his legs must feel awful.”
"Don't"! Tongtong quickly replied.
“Then answer me: have you ever fantasized about having sex with another man!” the best man pressed on. If I hadn’t been there, perhaps Tongtong would have lied a little, perhaps she would have denied it to the end; unfortunately, there was no such if. Tongtong had already completely lost the courage to look at my presence. Silently walking up to Heizi, she gently bit her lip and said, “Don’t move.”
A group of people were all grinning foolishly. Tongtong slowly reached out with both hands, grasped Heizi’s belt buckle, and fumbled for the button to undo the belt. How to undo a man’s belt button was something I had taught Tongtong a long time ago. Press it and gently pull it apart, and Heizi’s tent slowly stood up again. Tongtong seemed startled, quickly yanked Heizi’s pants down to his ankles, glanced at Heizi’s tent standing up, and jumped to the side. The best man didn’t continue to make things hard for her. He let Heizi take off his own clothes and toss them aside.
The game continued.
"Miss Dongdong, why don't you take off Dunzi's pants too!"
“I won’t!”
“Then you can ask him to take it off himself, and you won’t need to make a move, and you won’t need to answer the truth question either.”
After hesitating for a moment, Tongtong still said to the fat guy, 'Dun, Dunzi, you take off your pants yourself.' The fat guy smirked and said, 'Tongtong, if you say, good brother, take off your pants and show me. I'll take them off obediently myself.'
Tongtong's scalp tingled, but she still took a deep breath: 'Good brother, take off your pants yourself. Show, show me.'
Without a word, the fat boy swiftly took off his pants.
What kind of truth-or-dare is this? It’s basically a strip game. And Tongtong is doomed to lose.
In no time, everyone in the room—except for me lying down and two beauties—was left wearing only small underwear, all prominently tented by erections. Tongtong seemed restless, unsure where to look.
"Miss Dongdong, truth or dare."
“I choose truth.” Tongtong was absolutely unwilling to do dare anymore.
"When you have sex with your husband, did your husband ever say he wanted to find another man to fuck you?" Still the hateful best man.
"You..."
"Telling lies will make your husband impotent, you know."
“I choose dare,” Tongtong still gave in.
"Take off the skirt. Look, we've all taken ours off. You still have a bra and panties on anyway, so it's not like you're losing anything. If you won't do it yourself, then we'll help you." the best man threatened playfully.
Perhaps because Tongtong seemed a bit restrained and uneasy. Xu Meng took the initiative to hold Tongtong's hand and said, "I'll do this dare for Tongtong." As she spoke, she generously took off her outer layer and skirt, leaving only her bra and underwear. I couldn't help but silently gasp to myself; this Xu Meng had breasts between a C and D cup, and they were even whiter than Tongtong's. Her lower abdomen was also very smooth and flat, just looking at it made one feel impulsive. Her panties even had lace trim—really unbearable.
Maybe everyone had taken off their clothes; Tongtong still ultimately failed to escape. In this situation, could Tongtong escape?
Tongtong in her underwear is really sexy, not because the areas that should be big are big and the areas that should be small are small, but because of that kind of well-proportioned, very classical beauty. Or rather, the streamline is very good. The more you look, the more appealing it becomes. Even Xu Meng's gaze occasionally falls on Tongtong. Not to mention the circle of wolves playing games around.
I really don't know how to describe my feelings. This kind of beauty should belong to me alone, secretly treasured. But when displayed for others to see, it brings such pride, yet more so a sourness—I admit I'm jealous. How could I feel comfortable with my wife wearing lingerie for others to see? Jealousy? Envy? Embarrassment? Excitement? I'm already confused. At that moment, I truly lost the ability to think.
Tongtong was still making a final effort: 'No more taking off clothes, or I'll leave immediately.'
The best man laughed it off. “We won’t force you. On such a joyous day, making a scene would be ugly.” Right, it was a big happy day, so why hadn’t the bride and groom come back yet? Why hadn’t the bride and groom come back yet? Only later did I hear that there had been some problem with the hotel, mainly some small financial dispute. The hotel had made an adjustment to the previously booked price on its own initiative, without notifying the groom in time. Although the money issue wasn’t really a big problem, not being informed in advance would make anyone uncomfortable, so the bride and groom, together with the father-in-law and mother-in-law, were negotiating with the hotel.
The best man got a call from the groom. It should have meant they’d be back later, and that we should entertain everyone well and the like. I didn’t pay attention to this detail; my mind was almost entirely on Tongtong. However, almost everyone in the room had their minds on Tongtong too, though clearly not with any good intentions. With so many people staring at her, Tongtong was still very uneasy. Although the underwear she wore today wasn’t very revealing, after all, being in full view of everyone while wearing only underwear was something almost impossible to imagine in ordinary life.
Heizi giggled and tugged at a small bow on Tongtong's panties: 'Tongtong, why are you wearing such cute little panties?'
Tongtong quickly dodged, 'No touching or groping. We agreed not to go too far.'
"Yo, the pretty girl is losing her temper now. You even took off our pants in front of your husband, so why be shy? You even touched Dundunzi's dick! Touch brother's too."
Tongtong looked somewhat flustered and exasperated. Although the groomsmen applied pressure throughout the process, she was still the one who ultimately did it. Tongtong seemed somewhat frantic.
The best man rolled his eyes at Blackie. “Don’t go too far, Blackie. Her boyfriend is still here.” (Meaning: if I’m not here, then it’s okay to go even further?) “Buddy, sober up. If you keep playing a little longer, your girlfriend’s going to run off with us.” The best man walked to the bed and pushed me, saying.
I didn't know if the groomsman was aware whether I was truly drunk or had sobered up considerably, but seizing this opportunity, I pretended to be woken up and had regained some clarity.
Opening his eyes and seeing a room full of people in their underwear, he pretended to be calm and said: 'What are you all doing! Tongtong, you.'
Tongtong quickly took two steps forward, grabbed me, and said nervously, 'We lost a game, and this is the punishment. Nothing happened.'
The best man also looked at me with a half-smile and said, “The game got a little crazy. I apologize, don’t mind it.”
I fall silent for a moment, rubbing my still throbbing and painful head. Tongtong quickly kneels on the bed and helps massage it. It seems a bit awkwardly quiet; the men don't know what to say, standing there watching us with their tents half-soft again. At this moment, the best man steps in to smooth things over: 'If you guys are a bit more sober, come join the game. We're right in the middle of playing, the mood is great. Today is all about everyone having fun. Oh, by the way, the groom just called saying he'll be back later, not sure how long we'll have to wait. We're all waiting to tease the newlyweds.' He pauses, seeing I don't speak, and continues, 'How about this: let's rehearse the teasing routines for when the bride and groom return, so we'll be more familiar with them. What do you all say?' Although none of us know what the best man is really up to, the circle of people keeps agreeing, as if they've discovered a new continent.
Seeing that the atmosphere had become lively, the best man continued to say to me, “Buddy, how about this: you and Tongtong are already a pair, so just play the bride and groom. Otherwise, if someone else played the groom, wouldn’t you just eat me alive?”
Why must Dongdong play the role? Isn’t there still a beautiful woman standing here? Before I could finish speaking, Xu Meng started cheering: “Great, great, then I’ll play the bridesmaid. Today they said the friends from the groom’s side wouldn’t let anyone be the bridesmaid, and this job was snatched away by our beauty. Now I’m going to play it back. Brother Wang, you keep being the groomsman, you know the drill!”
So the best man’s surname is Wang.
Surprisingly, Tongtong didn't object to this suggestion; in fact, she seemed somewhat eager and looking forward to it. After all, we're planning to get married next year, so maybe this could be considered a kind of early rehearsal experience. But was it really that simple? I already had the answer in my heart.
"Since Miss Dongdong didn't object, let's begin." The best man started arranging things again.
"First, the bride is required to take off all of the groom's clothes too, leaving only the briefs. Haha, everyone's bare like this, so don't be shy."
When this really happened to me, I was still very embarrassed. Maybe because it was me, and because I had already experienced so many stimulating situations before, Dongdong was actually more relaxed than I was. A pair of small hands unbuttoned my shirt one by one, then the belt, then the socks, slowly pulling down my pants. My little brother was only half-hard too, poking up the underwear in a bulge. Dongdong, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, brushed a hand across it twice. My dear wife, are you deliberately trying to embarrass me!
Amid a burst of laughter, I raised my head and looked around, thinking: what’s so funny? Aren’t you all wearing little underwear too, with little tents standing up? Looking around, I found that aside from the fat guy, who was wearing triangular briefs, the rest, including me, were all in boxer briefs; after all, it still wasn’t very revealing. I looked at the fat guy twice more, after all, that was the other guy’s dick my wife touched for the first time. I really don’t know how, being so fat, his dick could still be that big.
Tongtong somewhat shyly buried her head in my chest. I could see a hint of pink beneath her fair neck and feel her heart pounding like a startled deer. This little girl's heart had probably been racing at this high frequency for quite a while. As if reading my thoughts, Tongtong whispered in my ear, 'You bad guy.' Okay, I admit I am indeed a bad guy.
The bespectacled man began to speak: 'Today is the wedding day of our beautiful Tongtong and her husband. To celebrate, we must play a few games to test the groom and bride's level of默契 and affection. What do you all say?'
He even acted as the emcee! I looked down on him for a moment; he wasn’t even speaking logically—had lust gone to his head, brother?
The best man said, “Okay, according to tradition, let’s start with the train game to send the bride to find the groom.” After a burst of cheers, the groom had everyone sit along the edge of the bed. Luckily, the bed was big enough. He moved a chair for me to sit at the foot of the bed, holding a cigarette in my hand, facing the row of people opposite me. The rule of the game was: the bride lies across the laps of those sitting side by side, and everyone moves their legs up and down to send the bride to me, where she lights the cigarette I’m holding.
I've actually seen this game before, but when playing, everyone was always wearing clothes. If it's like this, Tongtong would have to be only in her underwear, lying on these men's bare thighs, with erected 'tents' right in front of her eyes. Both Tongtong and I were hesitant. But everyone had already taken their seats, urging us on continuously.
Tongtong looked at me. I knew she was waiting for my opinion. I, as if possessed, actually nodded. Deep down, I felt an indescribable sense of anticipation. Tongtong's expression was also very complex. At that moment, I felt I could no longer understand Tongtong.
The bridesmaid was farthest from me, the groomsman closest. The entire bed was about two meters, not even two and a half meters long. Six people sitting on it didn't seem crowded either. Xu Meng pulled Tongtong over with one arm, casually giving Tongtong's perky little butt a pat, and said: 'First lie on sister's lap.' Tongtong, one hand covering her chest, the other holding a lighter, squirmed and lay down.
After all, she was 1.65 meters tall. Tongtong's thighs rested on Xu Meng's legs, and her head was already on the fourth person's lap—who, unfortunately, happened to be that fat guy. Before Tongtong could react with any embarrassment, everyone's legs began frantically moving up and down.
Tongtong let out a startled cry, and the hand covering her chest also dropped, probably jolted quite hard. Her chest rubbed against the third person's leg. That person had very thick leg hair; I wonder if it would prick Tongtong. Anyway, this leg-hair guy had a look of comfort on his face.
Because they were afraid Tongtong would fall, everyone used their hands to hold her back, pulling her toward their own chests. In an instant, almost in an instant, all the men's cocks stood up again. Looking at Tongtong's body being lifted and lowered by the thrusts, I felt a pang of tenderness. If it had only been that, my little brother absolutely would not have lifted its head, but I saw one of Fatty's movements.
The fat boy kept moving his legs up and down. But he used his hand to block Tongtong's head, pushing it toward his inner thigh. What was at his inner thigh? The fat boy's thick, erect penis that Tongtong had just passed. The only one wearing briefs, I could even see the pubic hair exposed on both sides where the briefs were pushed up high. And Tongtong's face was rubbing up and down there. Tongtong looked like she was about to cry.
I shouted, 'Be gentle!' Actually, although everyone's movements were quite vigorous, they were still relatively gentle. After all, violent up-and-down pounding would cause a lot of pain. It seemed like they heard me, as they became a bit slower. That feeling was like rubbing against Tongtong's body.
I felt like my dick was about to explode. Can you imagine a woman being rubbed all over by three or four men's cocks? Even though this woman was my girlfriend, such intense stimulation couldn't be ignored. Even through her panties, Tongtong still looked ashamed and on the verge of tears. How could a layer of panties withstand the heat of the cocks?
It wasn't just me; almost everyone was extremely aroused. It felt like the fat man's hand holding Tongtong's head was pressing harder and harder down onto his cock, as if one more刺激 and he would be about to cum. Tongtong screamed once and moved forward a little while clutching the fat man's leg. This turned into her chest pressing against the fat man's dick, while her face was also squeezed against the cock of the man with the black mole next to him. The man with the black mole repeated what the fat man had just done. Tongtong let out a small cry, then pressed her lips together and stopped shouting. I saw with my own eyes that when Tongtong opened her mouth to cry out, the man with the black mole gave a hard tug, and the tightly stretched cock in his underwear brushed against Tongtong's lips and slipped slightly inside.
I opened my eyes wide, already speechless, and stared intently at Tongtong's struggling body. The internal stimulation was already overwhelming, accompanied by deep self-blame.
Looking at the fat guy again, the hand shielding Tongtong was actually kneading that bra from underneath; Tongtong was already under attack all over and didn’t know where to protect herself anymore, and could only keep crawling toward me.
Was time long? Or did it pass quickly? I could no longer feel it. By the time Tongtong crawled in front of me, even I was already drenched in sweat, let alone these men moving their legs and the struggling Tongtong.
When Tongtong's head was resting on the groomsman's leg, he was relatively well-behaved, just gently supporting her head with his hand, but continuously rubbing and twisting her earlobe with his fingers. The groomsman's cock was probably the longest, though not as thick as the fat guy's. I estimated it was at least a glans longer than mine, probably over 18 centimeters. Moreover, the groomsman was relatively thin, so he didn't need to squeeze as hard as the fat guy; his cock could lightly brush past Tongtong's ear and cheek.
Tongtong's entire back was pink, unclear if from being rubbed or from excitement. After over a dozen attempts, Tongtong finally lit the cigarette held in my trembling hand.
The best man led the applause and cheers. I gently pulled Tongtong over and kissed her tenderly. Tongtong’s breasts, rising and falling with her soft gasps, also seemed to flush red. At that moment I saw Tongtong looking at me, and her gaze was flickering. I can only use the word “flickering” to describe it, because the meaning it contained was simply too complex. Suddenly I felt a little afraid, as if Tongtong had already slipped out of my control, and everything was no longer under my control. Or perhaps I had never controlled it at all.
Tongtong's forehead pressed against the bottom of my neck and rubbed a couple of times. She said, 'Honey, are you angry?' I couldn't answer verbally; my tangled and unbearable inner turmoil had robbed me of the courage to speak. I could only nod slightly. Does nodding mean anger or not? I didn't know, but Tongtong probably took it as not being angry because she shyly buried her head in my chest again. However, her hand mischievously grabbed my erect cock.
The best man said a few painless words and said it was time for the next game. Looking at Tongtong, covered in fragrant sweat, I said, “Let’s take a break.”
The best man nodded and said, “Okay, okay, then the bride should pour the groom a glass of water. You need to drink more water when sobering up.” Tongtong hugged me hard, then stood up and went to the table to find a cup and pour me some juice. Everyone’s gaze once again fell almost in unison on Tongtong’s little upturned butt, because there was a puddle of moisture on her panties.
My heart suddenly felt as if scratched by a cat, with an urge to immediately grab Tongtong, press her onto the bed, and do what every man present wanted to do. A bit of sticky fluid seemed to seep from the tip of my glans. I suddenly remembered the earlier scene and glanced at the fat guy's underwear. Sure enough, there was already a wet patch where his cock was pressing. Judging by the size of the stain, it probably wasn't ejaculation, just clear secretions from overstimulation.
Fuck, when Tongtong was lying on their legs earlier, everyone could actually see the wet stain on Tongtong's panties, but no one said anything. These wolves!
Life is like a dream — Girlfriend as bridesmaid (5)
Tongtong walked over to me with a glass of poured juice. She seemed to notice where our gazes were focused and, pretending to be calm, subtly tightened her straight, slender legs a bit. Unaware that her cute little panties, already wet, were clinging to her skin, and with her legs slightly tightened, the shape of her sexy labia became outlined. This kind of temptation was unbearable even for me, a man who had been making love with Tongtong for five or six years, let alone the pack of wolves beside us whose breathing had unconsciously grown heavier.
Tongtong walked up to me, increasingly uncomfortable, and sat on my lap. I wrapped one arm around her incredibly nice, slim waist and deliberately placed the other hand on her soaked, mysterious garden, blocking all those lustful gazes. Tongtong brought the juice to my lips: 'Honey, have some juice,' while giving me a grateful smile.
I drank the entire glass of juice in one gulp, but the fire of desire in my heart still couldn't be suppressed. Through her wet panties, my right hand felt the waves of heat emanating from Tongtong's already overflowing little pussy. Damn it, if there were only the two of us in the room, I would absolutely push Tongtong onto the bed immediately, tear her panties, and engage in humanity's most primitive exercise.
Although I've also been through many battles with Tongtong, I've never felt such a strong desire before. It was as if Tongtong's little hole emitted an irresistible attraction, making me just want to stuff my meat rod into that warm embrace. Could it be because so many people were present, and right under my eyes, they played with my adorable girlfriend until she was burning with desire, that's why I found it so hard to control myself? My rationality was almost drowned by desire.
The best man withdrew his admiring gaze from Tongtong and urged everyone to drink some water and rest, while thinking about how to proceed with the next act. But the few men merely sat by the bed staring at Tongtong, who was seated in my arms, swallowing hard in silence. Tongtong lightly leaned against my shoulder, her thighs tightly pressing against my burning cock, which involuntarily twitched. Tongtong whispered very softly in my ear, “Husband, I want it. Shall we go out and get a room?”
"Whose big thick cock inside here do you want?" My mind, consumed by desire, had not yet cleared. "Husband, are you angry with me?" Tongtong's nose suddenly began to twitch.
Feeling something was off, I used both hands to steady Tongtong's head. Seeing Tongtong's expression as if about to cry, my mind immediately cleared up a lot.
"Dummy wife, I'm just joking with you. Don't cry. Your husband isn't angry at you!" Who knew that as soon as I finished speaking, Tongtong's eyes turned red.
The groomsman closest to us saw this scene, stood up and called out to the others: 'Come on, come on, let's first lock the newlyweds in this room. I have a good idea, let's go out to talk, can't let the groom and bride hear.' The others, hearing there was something fun, pulled the groomsman insisting he say it right in this room, egging him on: 'Look, if a bunch of us big men run out in our underwear, we'll be laughed to death by those guys drinking outside. Just say it here, whisper it, just don't let the groom and bride hear.'
The best man turned back and glanced at us. Tongtong’s head was already buried in my shoulder, refusing to lift up. Except for the best man and me, no one knew that Tongtong now looked like a flower drenched in rain. The best man then said, “Then how about the groom and I escorting the bride and groom into the bridal room first? Everyone wait for me to come back and I’ll give you a few ideas.” A round of heckling about sending them into the bridal room was all pressed down by the best man. I raised my head and looked at the best man. This was the first time I had looked at him with gratitude. He sensed what I meant and gave me a slight nod.
The best man pulled Xu Meng along, Xu Meng supported me, and the best man supported Tongtong. Tongtong, in turn, was tightly clinging to my arm, her somewhat messy hair covering her face. Outside the door was a corridor a few meters long, with a study room opposite, and the last room at the end of the corridor was the decorated bridal room. The four of us, naked except for underwear, walked into the bridal room. The room was piled with balloons, big red 囍 characters, and festive red bedding. Standing in a bridal room prepared for someone else is always a little awkward. The groom seemed to see our discomfort and said with a smile, “The groom, Shuai Shuai, and I are iron buddies; we’re all on the same side. His is ours. Don’t be awkward, just treat it like your own bridal room. Later, let Shuai Shuai and the others stay in the guest room, hahaha.” I could only force a couple of polite laughs.
I helped Tongtong sit on the bed; Tongtong was still rubbing her eyes. Xu Meng, on the side, though unclear about the situation, probably could guess a thing or two with a woman's intuition, and handed Tongtong a couple of tissues. Instead, I, as her husband, really didn't know why Tongtong was so upset. The best man said again, 'Go get Tongtong's skirt and put it on. We went a bit too far just now, but who wouldn't be tempted seeing our beautiful Tongtong.'
Xu Meng got up to go get the dress. I also really wanted to get my own clothes, but was too embarrassed to ask Xu Meng to help me, so I just stood up together: 'I'll go get them too.' The best man, however, took the opportunity to sit on the other side of Tongtong and began to comfort her. That guy!
Xu Meng grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the guest bedroom. The moment I was pulled, I froze; I, I can walk on my own, you know. When leaving the room, Xu Meng also gently closed the door to the new room. Although I knew the best man and Tongtong being alone inside wouldn't do anything, I still felt a bit uncomfortable. Or, was I perhaps expecting something to happen between the best man and Tongtong?
The混乱的思绪 (chaotic thoughts) became even more混乱 (chaotic) the next second, because Xu Meng, who pulled me out, suddenly asked me a question: 'Who do you think is sexier, me or Tongtong?'
You compare yourself to my darling wife—how am I supposed to answer that! Though that was what I was thinking, I still couldn’t help but look Xu Meng up and down several times. To be honest, Xu Meng is the kind of beauty with a prominent bust and hips, with a skin tone a bit darker than Tongtong’s, and she’s also a little taller. The most fatal thing is the wildness she gives off, as if she could eat you up at any moment, unlike the feeling Tongtong gives, of luring you to eat her instead. “Each has her own strengths—you’re very sexy too,” I said nervously.
“Then guess whether it feels better to make love with Tongtong, or to make love with someone like me?” Xu Meng leaned forward toward me, pressing her chest, which was held up, against the second rib from the bottom on my body. She looked at me with a provocative, or flirtatious, gaze.
Fuck, my little brother, who hasn't had time to lower its head, is hard as iron again. Aren't you afraid I'll get overstimulated today and end up with real ED?
“I’ve only ever done it with Dongdong.” I don’t know whether I blushed when I said that.
"Hehe," the laughter did not seem to carry any contempt for me, "so brother's second virgin body hasn't been given to anyone yet?"
Is there even a second time for a virgin? Speechless. Xu Meng’s hands also became restless. One arm around my neck, the other pressing against my chest, she rubbed her tight little butt against my penis from the side.
The physical stimulation far outweighed the psychological guilt. I had no intention of pushing Xu Meng away, nor any impulse to pull her into my arms, because my mind recalled the best man alone with Tongtong in the new house. What was the best man doing now?
At that moment, I even began to suspect that all these games were just a trap set by the best man and Xu Meng for us, with the best man having taken a liking to Tongtong, and the agreement being for Xu Meng to lure me away. Then I felt this thought was quite evil, wondering if it was because I had read too many novels.
Perhaps sensing the unease in my heart, Xu Meng rubbed against me twice and left with a giggle, "hehehe." I followed Xu Meng into the house awkwardly to get clothes. Among a pile of shirts and pants, I found my clothes and Tongtong's skirt. Xu Meng also put on her skirt and outer layer. The group in the house shouted again: "You've all put your clothes on, what the hell are you still playing for?" Who knew Xu Meng would toss out一句: "Shut the fuck up." Then she pulled me and walked out of the room again. Following behind Xu Meng, I realized I was finding this woman more and more inscrutable. Sometimes calm, sometimes fiery.
The moment I pushed open the door to the bridal suite, my heart was tense. I didn't know if I should get angry, pretend not to care, or try to smooth things over like the best man if I saw him being intimate with Tongtong.
The scene was not as unbearable as I had imagined; it was just that the best man used a tissue to wipe Tongtong’s tears again, and although his hands and feet were still fairly proper, the atmosphere seemed so ambiguous. Perhaps the best man really was a good persuader, and Tongtong had almost already calmed down.
Seeing us come in, the best man stood up and said to me, 'It's okay, have a good talk with Tongtong. I'll give you ten minutes. I'll be bringing people in later to make some noise in the bridal chamber.'
I nodded, walked over and took Tongtong's hand, while the best man and Xu Meng walked out.
“Wife, tell me who made you angry?” I looked at Tongtong with concern.
Tongtong rolled her eyes at me: 'It's all because of you. I've never let any other man touch me except you, but today I let so many men touch me. I, I...'
Tears were about to flow again as she spoke. I quickly said, 'Good wife, I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well. It's all my fault.'
Tongtong sobbed twice and said faintly, 'Husband, will you think Tongtong is unclean, or think Tongtong is too promiscuous? Tongtong doesn't want to be a promiscuous person.'
I lovingly held Tongtong on my lap. 'Wife, listen to me. Today's incident isn't entirely your fault. Actually, I could have stopped it early on, and nothing would have happened. But I didn't do it in time. When we have sex before, we always fantasize about certain scenarios. Maybe today's situation was too close to our fantasy process. I had a feeling of being in a fog, unreal. Seeing them bully you, I felt both nervous and excited. I was afraid they would really bully you, yet I couldn't bear it. I don't even know what my own feelings were.' Tongtong looked into my eyes and said, 'Silly husband, actually, just now I also felt like I was under a spell. My mind was clearly very scared, but my body seemed out of my control. My little sister down there was tingling and itching the whole time, yet I felt so guilty. I wanted you to pull me back, but I couldn't stop. Husband, I'm a little scared.' I hugged Tongtong tightly. 'Wife, you know what? Actually, because I saw you continue playing along, I lost the courage and reason to oppose. I felt I couldn't forcibly stop you from anything. If you felt happy and could accept it, then I shouldn't stop you, even though I was a thousand, ten thousand times unwilling in my heart. And my heart itself was struggling. Wife, no matter what, I love you, I really love you.'
Tongtong kissed me: 'Husband, you're the worst. You kept making me watch those sexy movies and novels recently, saying we should imitate the scenes. Now that we've actually done a little bit of something unfaithful, we're here worrying about gains and losses. But, husband, I love you so much too.'
My heart felt as comfortable as if soaked in warm water: 'Honey, are you still willing to continue this game? You were so bold when you grabbed Fatty's dick earlier.'
Tongtong punched me: 'I don't know, my mind is a mess. I'll listen to husband, whatever husband says goes. Just now, Sister Mengmeng said she, she...'
"How is she?" I asked impatiently.
"You’re so annoying. Sister Mengmeng said that if I touched another man’s little brother, husband, you’d be jealous, and then you’d cherish me even more and love me even more."
I recalled the scene where Tongtong grabbed the fat man's penis, and my heart itched again, 'Wife, was that fat man's big?'
Tongtong lowered her head and curled into my arms, saying, 'It's so big, thicker than husband's. It feels so hot to hold, husband. He, he just misbehaved.'
"How did he act bad?" Listening to Tongtong describe it herself, it felt as if ants were crawling over my heart. "Just now when I was lying on his lap, he forced that thing of his against my face, almost pushing it into my mouth. And also, also there was that smell after my husband ejaculated." After she finished, Tongtong was almost curled into a ball in my arms.
“Wife, if they really want to fuck you, what would you do?” I asked somewhat dazedly.
“I don’t know, husband. Just now I really, really wanted it, like in that Japanese little movie I watched, as if I were the actress inside, with lots of men thrusting that thing around me in the middle. Husband, was I being really slutty just now? Are you scared?” Dongdong said, secretly glancing at me.
“I’m afraid my wife’s feeling of disgust may be greater than her pleasure.” I comforted her. My hand had already unconsciously started slowly reaching into Tongtong’s little panties.
"Don't, they'll be coming in soon." Although Tongtong said this, her body showed no resistance at all, limp and soft on top of me. Naturally I wouldn't heed Tongtong's words; my fingertips felt the softness and smoothness. It seemed I'd only seen Tongtong like this a handful of times, so wet.
I remember the first time I gave Tongtong oral sex, the first time we had sex in her office, the first time we played with a vibrator, and all those other firsts—only then did Tongtong get so wet. Her entire vulva was drenched, no wonder her panties were soaked through. When I gently pressed my finger into her slit, I could hear the squishing sound of water being squeezed out.
Tongtong suddenly covered her mouth, her eyes wide, her face flushed, looking at me. My finger was already pressed against her clitoris, gently rotating and rubbing. Tongtong tightly clamped her legs, trembling involuntarily. Even covering her mouth couldn't block the instinctive moans.
In less than a minute, Tongtong's body went rigid, one hand resting on the back of my hand that was constantly teasing her clitoris. I knew Tongtong was about to cum, so I suddenly sped up the rhythm. Tongtong's body became more and more taut, and her lifted buttocks kept thrusting back and forth in response to my fingers. I suddenly slid my middle finger into that incomparably wet little hole. "Mm, ah, mm, mm, mm, husband, husband, husband..."
Tongtong reached climax very quickly.
Although Tongtong is the type who easily orgasms from clitoral stimulation, she had never come this quickly before. Perhaps today's foreplay was truly sufficient, enough to reach the critical point. My meat rod was also nearing its critical point; I was really afraid that if I didn't release it soon, it would explode.
Tongtong, sticky with sweat, clung to me. My fingers were still inside Tongtong's wet, slippery pussy, feeling the pleasurable spasms of the flesh walls. Tongtong, breathing softly like orchid fragrance, said to the outside, 'Husband, I want you to come in. It feels so uncomfortable.'
I grabbed Tongtong's hand and pressed it against my erect penis. Panting heavily, I thrust my tongue into her slightly parted mouth, entwining and rolling with her fragrant tongue. Tongtong eagerly reached into my underwear, gripping my swollen, almost bursting penis and stroking it up and down.
“Honey, honey. Little brother is so hard today, does it seem like he wants me?” Tongtong’s whole body was practically exuding the scent of spring heat.
I could no longer endure such torment, reaching out to pull off Tongtong's panties. Tongtong tightly held my hand, 'No, someone might come in soon.'
Seeing the veins almost bulging on my forehead, Tongtong slowly knelt on the ground, gently pulled down my underwear a bit, and my engorged, purplish penis stood erect in the air, with a faint scent of semen already spreading.
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