My girlfriend looks innocent, but her figure is unexpectedly full and sexy. She usually dresses conservatively, but when walking on the street, the hot gazes from the opposite sex are never hidden. She is the sexy goddess in many men's hearts, yet I can only use my height advantage to cover her key parts when she tries on clothes, afraid that some villain will take advantage of her.
Until Amin's visit completely changed everything.
Aming was a close college friend, a decent guy, just a bit of a freeloader. After I got a girlfriend, he visited more often, his lecherous eyes never hiding anything. Back then, I still felt superior: how many girls did you hook up with in college? Were any as pretty as my girlfriend?
One weekend last summer, I passed the project acceptance and got a bonus. Somehow he heard about it and brought several bottles of red wine to my place to congratulate me. That weekend afternoon, I was tangled up with my girlfriend, and I only put on a pair of pajama pants to open the door. When A Ming saw the outline under the pajama pants, he smiled ambiguously and made an intimate gesture. I kept waving my hands to protect my girlfriend’s innocent image.
The bedroom door was not closed. He poked his head in and barged inside, saying he wanted to call my sister-in-law as a witness. I thought my girlfriend would have prepared herself after hearing the door open, so I didn’t stop him. It was midsummer, and we were only covered by a blanket; after the intimacy just now, my girlfriend was almost naked. Hearing footsteps, she didn’t even open her eyes and asked, “Who’s here, so early?”
Aming stood at the door, his eyes fixed.
From my perspective, my girlfriend was naked from the waist up, with two high, white, tender breasts held proudly aloft, her cleavage deeply indented, and the two red nipples slightly erect from the caresses just now, her cheeks flushed. A true picture of beauty. Ah Ming’s pants quickly rose into a tent; needless to say, anyone could tell what he had seen.
I don’t know how it happened, but I just awkwardly let him look for several seconds before I coughed and said, “Xiaoming is here.”
My girlfriend opened her eyes and saw that lewd-looking pervert at the door, so she hurriedly pulled the blanket up to cover her chest.
Ah Ming,不愧 a seasoned player in love, acted as if nothing was wrong: 'Sister-in-law, the boss told me to wake you up!' Seeing me present, my girlfriend couldn't make a scene, so she just told me to close the door.
After we came out, A Ming sat across from me, but his eyes kept glued to his girlfriend. Today his girlfriend wore a half-cup bra, and the neckline of her T-shirt was already loose. When she squatted down to get the teacup, her body leaned forward, revealing a deep cleavage and the outline of half a breast in full view. A Ming also squatted down after her, his head almost touching hers, pretending to help look for tea leaves while enjoying the spring scenery up close.
My girlfriend finally noticed something was off with the gaze and quickly stood up. Only then did A Ming sit back down, still wanting more.
At lunch, A Ming kept urging everyone to drink. His girlfriend usually didn’t drink, but when she heard that red wine was good for beauty, she poured herself a little. Red wine hits hard later; not knowing her limits, she was quickly filled to the brim. My own liquor tolerance was poor, but I deliberately kept a trick up my sleeve and pretended to get drunk faster.
My girlfriend leaned against the sofa armrest and fell asleep on her side. Because of her skirt she couldn't fully spread her legs, but from the side one could still see the edge of her pink underwear. Ah Ming came over and shook me a few times, but I didn't react. Then he bent down and looked inside along my girlfriend's skirt, saying something in a low voice.
My heart pounded like a drum, both nervous and excited, my lower body painfully hard. I wanted to pretend to wake up and stop it, but also wanted to see how charming my girlfriend really was and whether this guy dared to go all the way like in the novels. I could still intervene at the critical moment—I comforted myself with that thought.
Aming tugged at my girlfriend's T-shirt, widening the neckline, and reached inside her clothes to fondle her breasts. My girlfriend woke up groggily, and he immediately seized the opportunity: 'Sis, you're drunk, let me help you inside to rest.' To my surprise, she nodded and closed her eyes again.
He scooped his girlfriend up around the waist. The skirt slid down to the root of her thighs, revealing a large stretch of pale, creamy skin; her pink underwear was almost completely exposed. He carried her onto the long sofa and said, “You’re too heavy. Rest here first.”
I squinted my eyes, pretending to be asleep. When I opened them again, my girlfriend's T-shirt had been pulled up halfway, revealing half of her bra. I asked groggily, 'Aming, what are you doing?'
He kept saying he would help her back to the room to rest, half-hugging and half-supporting her into the bedroom, and even pulled the door shut.
I was half sober. He dared to act in front of me just now, who knows what he'll do once we're inside. I tiptoed to the door—it was locked.
The newly changed lock happened to have a relatively large hole, allowing a clear view inside.
My girlfriend lay on the bed in a starfish position, and A Ming leaned over her, kneading her breasts through her clothes. Soon his two hands pushed, and the T-shirt and bra were lifted above her collarbones. Her two big, round breasts bounced out, still trembling slightly. A Ming lowered his head and took one into his mouth, sucking hard, while his other hand rubbed the other one. My girlfriend was still conscious and couldn’t bear such stimulation, letting out sounds of "mm-mm, ah-ah."
Aming took off his pants and pulled out his fully erect member—the head was round and shiny, noticeably larger than mine. He stood by my girlfriend's head, continuing to roughly fondle her breasts. The moment she opened her mouth to moan, he shoved his cock inside.
“Mmm…… mmm……”
Listening outside the door, I felt both excited and furious. I had been with my girlfriend for years, and she never agreed to oral sex, yet Ah Ming managed it with just a few drinks.
While thrusting in and out of his girlfriend’s mouth, he took off her dress and panties. The pink little panties hung around one ankle, and her tender pussy was fully exposed. A Ming used his fingers to part the thick pubic hair, found the clitoris and pressed it, and soon love juice surged out. After his middle finger went in, his girlfriend let out a clear “ah” sound and moaned rhythmically with the thrusting.
The crucial moment has arrived.
Aming lifted and spread my girlfriend's legs, kneeling between them, rubbing the head of his penis against her opening. There was enough wetness; with a slight push, most of the head squeezed in. Her labia were stretched open, as if resisting in vain. He wasn't in a hurry to insert fully; instead, he circled the head at the entrance, causing her hips to gently rise and fall.
My sanity was on the verge of collapse. Should I break down the door? But my body was honestly hard to the point of pain.
Aming lowered his hips, inserting fully.
"Fuck your mother..." I cursed in my heart, but I couldn't move my feet.
He began thrusting rapidly, with the sound of flesh slapping flesh making loud “pa-pa” noises. His girlfriend’s breasts shook violently, and with her mouth blocked she could only make muffled whimpers. A Ming fucked her while lowering his voice and saying:
“Little slut, I’ve wanted to have you for ages. Boss is really lucky. This time, I’m definitely going to fuck you enough.”
After thrusting for over ten minutes, his girlfriend's legs suddenly tightened around his waist, her body convulsing—she climaxed. A Ming let out a low roar, pushing deep inside, and ejaculated in spurts.
As he pulled out, white semen mixed with her fluids flowed from her gaping hole. A Ming used the semen to cover his girlfriend's breasts, then took a bit and put it into her mouth, muttering to himself:
"Looking so pretty, and you get drunk from just a little alcohol. If I don't come, someone else will. Rather than that, let me help boss..."
He helped his girlfriend get dressed, all the while still groping her, and then came out to “wake” me, saying he would leave first.
I walked into the bedroom. My girlfriend lay beside me, her face flushed, her red lips slightly parted, looking as innocent as if nothing had happened. The next day when she woke up, she secretly told me she had a dream where she became a princess and met her Prince Charming.
Just a bit of alcohol and you get drunk like this, not even knowing you got fucked to orgasm by someone else.
Since then, every time I had sex with my girlfriend, my mind would automatically play the scene of A Ming pushing his dick little by little into her body. It was insanely stimulating. I began to consciously create opportunities to expose her to other men’s gazes.
The later tour groups became completely uncontrollable.
Ah Mei had a hot figure, and her tank top couldn't cover her deep cleavage. Her boyfriend Ah Zhong was dark and skinny, but his eyes were more lustful than anyone else's. On the bus, Ah Zhong pressed his leg against his girlfriend's leg to squeeze in, their posture ambiguous as if already inserted. Later, his girlfriend got carsick, and Ah Zhong 'helpfully' massaged her. After changing seats, I sat next to Ah Mei. Ah Mei, dazed, mistook me for her boyfriend, her breasts constantly pressing against my arm. I was bold and lustful, sliding my fingers under her skirt, rubbing through her panties, while she kept moaning, 'Ah Zhong, don't...'.
Playing cards in the evening, with endless glimpses of spring. Ah Zhong stared unblinkingly at his girlfriend's cleavage under her V-neck nightgown and the edge of her panties.
Later on, A Zhong got his girlfriend drunk with alcohol, and after sending her back to the room, he locked the door. I peeked from the balcony, watching as he stripped his girlfriend naked, sucked her breasts, inserted his fingers, and finally shoved his thick black cock all the way into that place that belonged only to me, cumming inside, taking photos, ordering her to lick it clean, and even recording the whole process of putting on clothes.
The photos became leverage.
The next day, Ah Zhong threatened her again with the photos. His girlfriend was forced to sit on the bed, letting him put his hands into her bra and under her skirt. Resistance turned into compliance. He inserted from the front, then changed to doggy style, fucking her until she climaxed continuously, ejaculating inside her again, and recording it again.
I lay beside her pretending to sleep, my lower body aching with hardness, but my heart felt as if repeatedly slashed by a knife.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
My girlfriend’s innocent face, plump body, drunken inability to resist, and the moans and climax when being possessed by someone else all became the deepest poison inside my body. And I was already addicted.
After returning from the trip, life seemed to return to normal on the surface.
My girlfriend went to work as usual, and after work she ate with me, watched TV, and occasionally got intimate. She never brought up that night; after waking up, she only thought it was a strange dream. But I knew it wasn’t a dream. What Azhong ejaculated inside her, the photos he took, and her legs clamping shut at climax—all of it had really happened.
I began to become strange.
Every time I have sex with her, the image of Ah Zhong's cock, which is thicker than mine by a circle, automatically appears in my mind—how it gradually pushed open her labia, plunged in completely, and then pumped rapidly. The moans she makes beneath me are automatically replaced in my mind by the sounds she made when climaxing under Ah Zhong that day. Sometimes I even deliberately ask her:
“What did you dream about yesterday?”
She always smiled shyly, "It's that Prince Charming again."
After hearing it, I actually got harder.
Ah Zhong didn't let up.
Three days after the trip ended, he sent a WeChat message—just a photo: a close-up of my girlfriend after he came inside her, with white fluid still flowing out between her legs. Her face was pixelated, but I recognized her body clearly. The caption only had a few words:
“Boss, sister-in-law is really tight. Let me borrow her for fun next time?”
I stared at the screen for a long time, my fingers trembling, but my lower body honestly raised its head. In the end, I only replied with one word:
“Get lost.”
He sent back a smug expression and didn’t continue pestering me. But I knew the photos were still in his hands.
After that, I started consciously creating opportunities.
On weekends I would deliberately invite A Ming (yes, that university buddy A Ming) to my place for drinks. My girlfriend already had a good impression of A Ming and thought he was funny. I pretended to get drunk very quickly and handed over the initiative at the table to him. A Ming was more reserved than A Zhong and didn’t dare go too far, but his eyes never left my girlfriend’s neckline and thighs. Once, when my girlfriend went to the kitchen to pour water, he followed her in. I pretended to go to the bathroom and saw through the crack in the door that he was standing behind my girlfriend, pretending to help take a cup, but in fact his chest was almost贴 against her back, his hands on both sides of her waist, lingering for an unnaturally long time.
At the time my girlfriend just gently dodged away, and after coming back she said nothing. But I was hard all night.
What truly made me completely succumb was another gathering one month later.
Aming said his friend opened a new private club, low-key and safe, for drinking and chatting. I knew the place was essentially a disguised dating spot, with private rooms, alcohol, and unspoken understandings. I still took my girlfriend there.
The private room was not big, and the lighting was suggestive. A Ming called over two of his “friends,” who were in fact people he had played with before. Alcohol once again became a prop. His girlfriend was urged to drink in turn; blushing, she kept declining, but in the end she still drank quite a lot. As usual, I pretended to be drunk and leaned on the sofa with my eyes half-closed.
What developed later was even more direct than I had imagined.
Ah Ming spoke first, suggesting playing a game where the loser had to accept a punishment. The punishment escalated from drinking to taking off clothes, then to letting a designated person touch them. My girlfriend initially laughed and refused, but the alcohol quickly lowered her resistance. When the punishment fell on her, she was already pressed into the sofa by Ah Ming, her T-shirt pulled up above her chest, her bra pushed aside, forced to hold her own breasts with both hands for the men present to 'check for symmetry.'
I sat opposite, not blinking an eye.
When Aming's hand slid from her waist and pinched her nipple, my girlfriend let out a faint protest, but her body didn't truly struggle to break free. Another man crouched down, pushed her skirt up, and rubbed her through her panties with his fingers. She clamped her legs together, only to be forced apart again.
“The boss is watching.” A Ming whispered in her ear. “Cry out louder so he can hear how slutty you are, sister-in-law.”
My girlfriend shook her head, tears even came out, but the moans still spilled out.
That night, I didn't truly intervene, nor did I truly stop it.
Aming pulled his girlfriend's panties down to her knees on the sofa in the private room and entered her from behind. Another man had her serve him with her mouth. When she was fucked to orgasm, her eyes were open, gazing dazedly in the direction where I was sitting, but she couldn't call out my name.
During ejaculation, Ah Ming didn't pull out, pouring it all inside. When he withdrew, the white turbidity flowed down her thigh, dripping onto the dark carpet.
I watched that scene and came in my pants.
In the taxi home, my girlfriend fell asleep on my shoulder, her breathing full of the smell of alcohol mixed with semen. I carried her upstairs and put her on the bed; she half-asleep wrapped her arms around my neck and called me "husband."
I didn't answer.
Just turning off the light and staring at the ceiling in the dark until daybreak.
From then on, things got out of hand.
Aming started regularly inviting us. Sometimes at home, sometimes at a club, sometimes even during the day. At first, my girlfriend would resist, cry, and give me the cold shoulder afterward, but gradually, resistance turned to silence, and silence turned to cooperation. She began deliberately choosing clothes that were easy to remove before going out, and started refusing drinks less firmly.
Once she took the initiative and asked me:
“Do you... like watching?”
I was inside her body at that moment. Hearing those words, I stopped my movement briefly, then thrust in even harder.
“And you?” I asked back. “Do you also like being watched?”
She didn't answer, just buried her face in the pillow, but her body clenched tighter.
We became a kind of tacit accomplices.
Ah Zhong appeared once more later. He brought photos, sat in my living room, opened the notebook in front of me, flipping through them one by one for my girlfriend to see. My girlfriend sat beside me, her face frighteningly pale, but she didn't cry or scream. Ah Zhong smiled and said that as long as he could 'have a good time' with her once more, he would delete all the photos.
I looked at my girlfriend.
She glanced at me, for a long time, then gently nodded.
That day, Ah Zhong tied her to the headboard in our master bedroom, did her in various positions for two rounds, and finally came on her face. I was required to sit on a chair nearby to "supervise," but in reality, I was forced to watch the entire process. At the end, Ah Zhong brought his still semen-covered cock in front of me, smiling and saying:
“Boss, want to taste your own woman?”
I didn't move.
He shrugged, dried himself off, put on his clothes, and left. Before leaving, he threw the memory card onto the table.
“Transaction completed.”
My girlfriend lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, with a mess between her legs. I walked over, wanting to help her clean up, but she suddenly grabbed my hand, her strength terrifyingly great.
“You’re hard.” she said.
I didn't deny it.
That night, we did it for a long time. She cried beneath me, and she also climaxed beneath me. When it ended, she propped herself up on my chest, her eyes red, and asked:
"Will we keep going?"
I brushed her hair aside and kissed her forehead.
“Do you want to continue?”
She was silent for a long time, finally burying her face down, her voice muffled:
"I don't know. But... my body seems to have already remembered."
I know what she's saying.
The sensations of being entered by different men, being watched, being creampied, and being photographed had already been etched into my nerves like a toxin. And I was no different.
In the days that followed, this kind of “game” became something that happened regularly.
Sometimes it's Ah Ming, sometimes new faces he brings, sometimes even complete strangers. The rules gradually loosened—from 'can only look, not touch' to 'can touch but no internal ejaculation,' then to 'internal ejaculation is okay too, as long as it's cleaned up afterward.' The girlfriend went from initial resistance, to silent endurance, to occasionally actively twisting her hips to meet him when climaxing.
My role was to watch from the side, occasionally participating, but more often just engraving every detail into my mind with my eyes.
Our sex life has also changed.
What used to be gentle caresses were replaced by rougher penetration. She would主动 ask me to do it from behind, ask me to slap her, and whisper in my ear descriptions of how "that person" had fucked her that day. Every such description made me cum faster.
One night, after finishing, she suddenly asked:
"If one day, you’re no longer satisfied with just watching?"
I was lying beside her smoking a cigarette (I didn't used to smoke). Hearing those words, the glow of the cigarette tip brightened in the darkness.
“You mean... let me join too, at the same time?”
She didn't speak, just reached out and grasped my reawakened desire.
I know some paths, once taken, only lead deeper.
And we have gone too far.
Outside the window, the city lights were still on.
Only the breathing of two people remained in the room, along with the lingering scent left by others that just wouldn't dissipate.
The poison has entered the bone.
And we are still actively reaching out, wanting more.
After that night, the air in the room was never the same again.
My girlfriend began to become quiet. It wasn’t a cold war, but a deeper, almost transparent silence. She would still open the door for me when I came home, still eat with me and watch TV with me, and still take the initiative to come close at night. But every time our bodies intertwined, her eyes would always lose focus for a moment, as if she were looking at someone else.
I know what she's thinking.
I also know what I'm thinking.
Aming's WeChat messages popped up almost every few days. Sometimes it was a blurry candid photo—a side view of my girlfriend bending over in the kitchen, the glimpse of cleavage from her drooping neckline; sometimes just a 'Free this weekend, boss?' At first, I'd reply 'Get lost,' but gradually, I only responded with 'We'll see.'
What really pushed things forward again was the girlfriend herself.
That night, after we finished, she propped herself up on my chest, her hair falling down, covering half her face. Her voice was soft but clear:
“Next time... how many people do you want to see me with?”
I didn't answer immediately. My lower body had already hardened again, pressing against her lower abdomen. She felt it, letting out a low laugh, tinged with a bit of self-mockery and resignation.
“You’re hard.”
“And you?” I asked back.
She didn't speak, just grasped me and guided me inside again. This time she was extremely active, her waist twisting with large movements, her inner walls contracting in waves, as if deliberately using her body to tell me the answer.
After ejaculating, she buried her face in the crook of my neck and said muffledly:
"I don't know what I've become. But every time they look at me and go inside me, my body gets hot on its own. When you're beside me, it gets even hotter."
I held her close.
“Then keep going.”
She nodded.
Three days later, Ah Ming came with two new faces.
One was named A Jie, in his mid-twenties, slim, with bright eyes; the other was named Lao K, a little older, in his early thirties, quiet yet imposing. The private club’s private room was bigger than last time, with a U-shaped sofa and the lights turned very dim.
Alcohol once again became the opening.
My girlfriend wore a white knitted short-sleeve top and a light-colored short skirt today. The neckline of the short-sleeve top wasn’t exaggerated, but when she sat down and leaned slightly forward, the shadow of her cleavage was clearly visible. A Ming was very good at creating atmosphere, first chatting about trivial college memories, then slowly steering the topic toward “how everyone used to have fun.” After a few rounds of drinks, my girlfriend’s cheeks were already flushed.
The game started with simple punishments.
If you lose, you drink; lose again, undo a button; lose again, let a designated person touch you for ten seconds. My girlfriend initially laughed and scolded, 'Pervert,' but the alcohol weakened her resistance. When the punishment fell on her for the third time, A-Ming had already sat beside her, his fingers moving up along her waistline, groping her breasts over her clothes.
“Sister-in-law, this place seems a little softer than last time.”
My girlfriend tried to avoid him, but his other hand held her shoulder in place. A Jie also leaned over and reached from the other side, pinching her already erect nipple and gently twisting it through the fabric.
“Mm…”
She made a faint, delicate sound, her eyes looking at me.
I sat opposite, legs crossed, pretending to be calm, but my lower body was already fully erect, pressing against my pants. I didn't speak, just nodded slightly.
That nod was like some kind of switch.
Ah Ming stopped being polite. He directly pushed her short sleeves up, lifting her top along with her bra above her collarbone. Two white, tender breasts bounced out, their nipples slightly reddened from stimulation. Ah Jie lowered his head to suck on one, sucking hard, his tongue circling the areola. Lao K squatted between her legs, pushed her short skirt up to her waist, and pressed his fingers against the already slightly moist slit through her panties.
“It’s wet.” Old K’s voice was very flat, as if stating a fact.
My girlfriend shook her head, trying to bring her legs together, but he used his knee to force them apart. Her panties were pushed to the side, and his middle finger went straight in. Her body suddenly arched, and she could no longer suppress her moans.
I watched that finger moving in and out of her body, bringing out glistening fluid. My heart was beating so fast it almost jumped out of my chest. Excitement, jealousy, shame, and pleasure all mixed together, making my scalp tingle.
Aming turned her around, had her kneel on the sofa, and undid his pants from behind. His fully erect cock slapped against the cleft of her buttocks, leaving faint red marks. He wasn't in a hurry to enter; instead, he rubbed the head back and forth against her opening, spreading her wetness all over.
“Boss, this time you call the shots. In-cum or no in-cum?”
Everyone's eyes were focused on me.
My girlfriend tilted her head, her eyes hazy and her lips slightly parted, as if waiting for my answer, or as if she no longer cared about the answer.
I heard my own voice, so low it almost didn't sound like me:
“Shoot it in.”
Aming smiled.
He sank his waist, and the whole length went in.
“Ah—!”
My girlfriend’s cries grew higher, and both hands gripped the sofa backrest tightly. A Ming began thrusting rapidly, retreating each time until only the glans remained before slamming all the way back in. The sound of flesh slapping echoed clearly in the private room. A Jie walked up to her and held his already hardened penis to her lips. She hesitated for less than two seconds, then opened her mouth and took it in.
Old K filmed from the side.
The phone's camera was aimed at her stretched-open entrance, swaying breasts, and profile with a cock in her mouth. The flash wasn't on, only the screen's light reflecting on her flushed skin.
I sat where I was, watching my girlfriend being used by three men at the same time.
When Aming came, he thrust deep inside and held there, growling as he poured all his semen into her. When he pulled out, the white fluid immediately trickled down the inside of her thigh. A-Jie then entered from the front, turning her over to face him, lifting one of her legs, and thrusting forcefully. My girlfriend's moans were completely out of control, her eyes half-open and half-closed, occasionally looking at me, but unable to form complete sentences.
Old K joined last. He made her lie flat, sinking himself into the already muddy hole, his movements heavy and deep. When he ejaculated, he didn't pull out. Instead, in the inserted position, he pushed the phone camera close, capturing a close-up of the semen overflowing from their joined parts.
At the end, the girlfriend lay on the sofa, a mess between her legs, her breasts covered in finger marks and kiss marks. The three men casually cleaned themselves, put on their clothes, as if they had just finished an ordinary gathering.
Aming threw the memory card in front of me.
“Today’s material counts as interest.”
I didn't speak, just put the card in my pocket.
In the car home, my girlfriend leaned on my shoulder, her breathing still a little unsteady. She didn't cry, and she didn't speak. It wasn't until we entered the house that she suddenly turned around and主动ly kissed me.
A fierce kiss.
We did it once right in the entryway. She leaned against the door, one leg lifted by me, and I thrust rapidly inside her still wet and slippery body. Her inner walls still carried remnants of someone else's semen, and that mixed sensation almost made me cum immediately. But I held back, carried her to the bedroom, and did two more rounds in various positions.
Finally, she rode on top of me, moving up and down on her own, whispering as she moved:
“When they came inside... I was wondering if you were watching. If you were hard.”
I held her waist and thrust upward.
“It’s so hard it hurts.”
She smiled, climaxing with a laugh, her inner walls contracting violently, bringing me to release as well.
From that day on, the frequency began to increase.
Sometimes it's once a week, sometimes every other week. The location changed from clubs to home, occasionally also hotels. The number of participants slowly changed from a fixed few to 'friends' brought by Ah Ming. The rules also evolved—from the initial 'can look, can touch, internal ejaculation requires consent,' to later 'as long as I'm present, anything goes.'
My girlfriend’s body became more and more sensitive.
Sometimes just being stared at by a stranger for a few seconds makes her breathing erratic. Once in a mall fitting room, she asked me to guard the door while she went in to try on an extremely short skirt. When she came out, she took my hand and slipped it under her skirt—it was already soaked, and she wasn't wearing panties.
“There was a man just now who kept staring.” She said in my ear, “It just turned out like this below on its own.”
That night after we got home, we hardly stopped. She asked me to enter from behind, describing 'what that man would have done if he had followed us in just now' while being fucked. Listening to those words, I came inside her again and again.
Ah Zhong hadn't truly disappeared either.
He would occasionally send old photos, or new clips I didn't know where he had gotten them from. Once he showed up downstairs at my place, called up and said, “Just coming up for a sit.” His girlfriend was in the kitchen at the time; when she heard his voice, the knife in her hand paused for a moment, then she went on cutting vegetables as if nothing had happened.
After he came upstairs, he didn’t waste any words. He threw the phone onto the coffee table, the screen still lit——it was a video from the club last time, showing his girlfriend being entered from behind by A Ming while giving A Jie a blowjob at the same time.
"Do you want more?" he asked her.
My girlfriend looked at me.
I didn't nod or shake my head. Just sat there, waiting for her to decide.
She was silent for over ten seconds, then stood up, walked over to Ah Zhong, and lifted her skirt herself.
That day, Ah Zhong did her twice on the living room sofa. The first time from the front, pressing her legs wide open; the second time from behind, pressing her head down to make her look at me. When he ejaculated, he poured it all inside, and after pulling out, he used his fingers to push the overflowing semen back into her body.
“Take it well.” He patted her butt.
My girlfriend said nothing. She just clenched her legs together, walked up to me, and sat on my lap. I felt that warm thing belonging to someone else was being transmitted to me through her body.
I'm hard.
She felt it and whispered, 'Do you want it?'
I nodded.
We did it once under Ah Zhong's gaze. She was so active it was almost eager, her inner walls even more slippery from earlier use. I went in deep, yet she could still let out satisfied sighs. Ah Zhong sat opposite us smoking, watching us as if watching a free performance.
After it ended, he left. Before going, he tossed out a sentence:
"If you want to play next time, say so in advance. I can bring something stronger."
After the door closed, only the two of us remained in the room.
My girlfriend leaned against my chest and suddenly asked:
“Will there ever be a day when you really can’t take it anymore?”
I stroked her hair and answered honestly:
"I don't know. But now, I still want to watch."
She nodded, as if receiving some kind of confirmation.
In the month that followed, we tried almost everything we could try.
Once Ah Ming brought four men. My girlfriend was pressed onto the dining table at home, legs spread apart, being entered by them in turn. I sat on a chair at the end of the table, forced (or perhaps willing) to watch every detail up close—how her labia were stretched open, how the cocks were buried to the hilt, how semen was poured in again and again and overflowed. She climaxed to the point of crying out loud, yet still spread her legs wider herself to make it easier for the next person to enter.
Another time, it was during the day.
Aming said his friend had an empty villa in the suburbs where we could play all day. We went. From noon until night, my girlfriend was hardly ever fully dressed. She was used in turns, resting on the sofa with a towel between her legs, kissing me intermittently. I could taste the lingering flavors in her mouth and feel that her body still held someone else's essence.
In the evening, she suddenly pulled me aside, her voice already hoarse:
“Today... you join in too. I want to be entered by you and them at the same time...”
I looked at her for a long time.
Then nodded.
That was our first real 'together'.
She lay on the main bedroom's large bed. I entered from the front, Ah Ming from behind. The sensation of two men moving inside her simultaneously was more intense than any solo viewing. She was filled too full, her moans becoming intermittent, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly. Through the thin wall, I could feel the presence and movement of the other penis.
During ejaculation, we released almost simultaneously. Her body convulsed violently, filled from both front and back. After pulling out, white fluid slowly flowed from both entrances, soaking a large area of the bedsheet.
Afterward, she lay in the middle, embraced from left and right, but her eyes were only on me.
“Like this... is it okay?”
I kissed her forehead.
“Okay.”
That night, back home, neither of us spoke again. We just showered together, got into bed together, listening to each other's heartbeats.
Outside the window, the city remained brightly lit.
And we all know that some paths have already reached a point of no return.
The poison is still spreading.
And we are still reaching out, wanting more.
The story is not over yet.
It just took another small step deeper.
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