My girlfriend has an innocent face, but her figure is unexpectedly voluptuous and sexy. She usually dresses conservatively, but when walking on the street, the fiery gazes from the opposite sex are never concealed. She is the sexy goddess in many men's hearts. I can only use my height advantage to shield her key areas when she tries on clothes, afraid that some creep might take advantage.
Until Ah Ming's visit completely changed everything.
Ah Ming is a close friend from university, a decent guy, but he loves taking advantage. After I got a girlfriend, he visited even more frequently, his lustful eyes never hiding his intentions. Back then, I still felt a sense of superiority: How many girls did you hook up with in college? Were any as beautiful as my girlfriend?
Last summer, one weekend, I received a bonus after my project acceptance. Somehow he heard about it and came to my place with a few bottles of red wine to congratulate me. That weekend afternoon, I was in the middle of being intimate with my girlfriend and only had on a pair of pajama pants when I went to open the door. Ming saw the outline under the pajama pants and gave an ambiguous smile, making a close gesture. I waved my hands repeatedly, preserving my girlfriend's innocent image.
The bedroom door wasn't closed. He poked his head in and barged inside, saying he wanted his sister-in-law to testify. I thought my girlfriend would be prepared when she heard the door open, so I didn't stop him. It was midsummer and only a blanket covered us; after the intimacy just now, my girlfriend was almost naked. Hearing footsteps, she didn't even open her eyes and asked, 'Who's there, so early?'
Ah Ming stood at the door, his eyes fixed and wide.
From my angle, my girlfriend’s upper body was completely naked, her two high and white breasts standing proud, her cleavage deeply sunken, the two red nipples slightly erect from the earlier caress, her cheeks flushed red. It was a living portrait of a beauty. A Ming’s pants quickly pitched a tent; needless to say, he had seen what he saw.
Somehow, I just awkwardly let him look for several seconds before I coughed and said, “Xiao Ming is here.”
My girlfriend opened her eyes, saw the pervert's appearance at the door, and quickly pulled the blanket to cover her chest.
Ah Ming, a true veteran in matters of love, pretended as if nothing was wrong: "Sister-in-law, the boss told you to get up!" Seeing me present, my girlfriend couldn't make a scene and only told me to close the door.
When they came out, A Ming sat across from me, but his eyes kept sticking 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 pick up the teacup, her body leaned forward, revealing a deep cleavage and the outline of half her breast. A Ming also squatted down, his head almost touching hers, pretending to help find the tea leaves while enjoying the spring scenery up close.
My girlfriend finally noticed the gaze was off and quickly stood up. Ah Ming then reluctantly sat back down.
At noon, while eating, A Ming kept urging her to drink. His girlfriend didn't usually drink, but hearing that red wine was good for the complexion, she poured a little. Red wine has a strong aftereffect, and she didn't know her limits, so soon she was being filled with a full glass. My own alcohol tolerance was low, but I deliberately kept a reserve, pretending to get drunk even faster.
My girlfriend leaned against the arm of the sofa, sleeping on her side. Her legs weren't fully spread due to the skirt's restriction, but from the side, you could still see the edge of her pink panties. Ah Ming walked over and shook me a few times, but I didn't respond. He then bent down to look inside her skirt along its line, whispering something.
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, whether this guy dared to go all the way like in the stories. It wouldn't be too late to intervene at the critical moment—I comforted myself like this.
Ah Ming tugged at my girlfriend's T-shirt, making the neckline open wider, and reached in to touch her breasts through her clothes. My girlfriend woke up groggily, and he immediately seized the opportunity: "Sister-in-law, you're drunk, let me help you inside to rest." My girlfriend actually nodded and closed her eyes again.
He lifted his girlfriend around the waist. The skirt slid down to the tops of her thighs, exposing a large stretch of fair skin, and her pink underwear was almost completely exposed. He carried her to the sofa and said, “You’re too heavy. Rest here for now.”
I squinted my eyes, pretending to sleep. When I opened them again, my girlfriend's T-shirt had been pulled halfway up, revealing half of her bra. I asked groggily, 'Aming, what are you doing?'
He repeatedly said he would help her into the room to rest, and half-carried, half-supported her into the bedroom, even pulling the door shut.
I sobered up halfway. If he dared to act in front of everyone earlier, who knows what would happen once inside the room. 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 spread-eagle position, Ah Ming leaning over her, fondling her breasts through her clothes. Soon, with a push of both hands, her T-shirt and bra were pulled up above her collarbones, and two large, round breasts bounced out, still trembling slightly. Ah Ming lowered his head to suck on one side, sucking hard, while his other hand kneaded the other side. My girlfriend was still conscious and couldn't stand such stimulation, making 'mmm, ahh' sounds.
Ah Ming took off his pants and pulled out his fully erect member—the glans round and shiny, noticeably larger than mine by a size. He stood by his girlfriend's head, continuing to knead her breasts vigorously. The moment she opened her mouth and moaned loudly, he thrust his cock inside.
“Mmm... mmm...”
Listening outside the door, I felt both excited and furious. I had been with my girlfriend for years, she never agreed to oral sex, yet Ah Ming managed it with a few drinks.
He thrust in and out in the girl’s mouth while taking off her dress and panties. The pink little panties hung around one ankle, and the tender pussy was completely exposed. Ah Ming used his fingers to part the thick pubic hair, found the clitoris and pressed it; soon, pussy juice welled out. After his middle finger went in, his girlfriend let out a clear “ah,” moaning rhythmically with his thrusts.
The crucial moment has arrived.
Ah Ming lifted my girlfriend's legs and spread them apart, kneeling between them, rubbing his glans against her entrance. There was already enough lubricating fluid, and with a slight effort, most of his glans squeezed in. My girlfriend's labia were stretched open, as if futilely resisting. He wasn't in a hurry to insert fully, but instead circled his glans at the entrance, causing her buttocks to gently rise and fall.
My sanity is on the verge of collapse. Should I smash the door? But my body is honestly hard to the point of pain.
Ah Ming lowered his hips, entering her completely.
“Fuck your mother……” I cursed in my heart, but I couldn’t move my feet.
He began thrusting rapidly, the sound of flesh colliding making crisp 'pa pa' noises. The girlfriend's breasts shook violently, and with her mouth covered she could only let out muffled whimpers. A Ming said as he fucked her, in a low voice:
“Little slut, I’ve wanted to have you for a long time. Boss is really lucky; this time I’m definitely going to go all out.”
After thrusting for over ten minutes, his girlfriend suddenly clamped her legs around his waist, her body convulsing—she climaxed. Ah Ming let out a low roar, thrusting deep and holding there, releasing spurt after spurt inside.
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:
“You’re so pretty, and one drink and you’re drunk like this. If I don’t come, someone else will. Rather than that, let me help boss……”
He helped his girlfriend get dressed, still repeatedly groping her during the process, then came out to 'wake' me and said 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 little drink and you're this drunk, getting fucked to climax without even knowing it.
Since then, every time I had sex with my girlfriend, the scene of A Ming slowly pushing his cock into her body would automatically play in my mind. The stimulation was terrifyingly intense. I began consciously creating opportunities to expose her to other men’s gazes.
The tour group that followed was even more unstoppable.
Ah Mei had a fiery figure, her halter top barely concealing her deep cleavage. Her boyfriend, Ah Zhong, was dark and thin, but his eyes were lewder than anyone else's. In the car, Ah Zhong pressed his leg against his girlfriend's leg, squeezing in, the posture as ambiguous as if he were already inside. Later, when his girlfriend got carsick, Ah Zhong 'helpfully' massaged her. After switching seats, I sat with Ah Mei. Ah Mei, dazed, mistook me for her boyfriend, her breasts constantly pressing against my arm. My lustful courage grew, and I slipped my fingers under her skirt, rubbing over her panties, while she still murmured, 'Ah Zhong, don't...'
Playing cards in the evening, with endless suggestive moments. Ah Zhong stared unblinkingly at his girlfriend's cleavage under her V-neck nightgown and the edge of her panties.
Later on, Azhong got his girlfriend drunk with alcohol, sent her back to the room, then locked the door from the outside. I peeked from the balcony, watching with my own eyes 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, ejaculated inside, took photos, ordered her to lick it clean, and even recorded the whole process of putting her clothes back on.
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 entered her from the front, then switched to doggy style, fucking her until she climaxed repeatedly, ejaculating inside her again, and recording it again.
I lay beside her pretending to sleep, my lower body painfully hard, yet my heart felt as if being repeatedly cut by a knife.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
My girlfriend's innocent face, voluptuous body, her helpless resistance after drinking, her moans and climax when being possessed by someone else—all became the deepest poison in my body. And I was already addicted.
After coming back from the trip, life on the surface returned to calm.
My girlfriend went to work as usual, had meals with me after work, watched TV, and occasionally got intimate. She never mentioned that night's events. After waking up, she just thought she had a strange dream. But I knew it wasn't a dream. What Ah Zhong shot inside, the photos taken, her legs clenching tightly during her climax—it all really happened.
I started to become strange.
Every time I have sex with her, my mind automatically conjures up the image of Ah Zhong's cock, which is thicker than mine by a circle, how it gradually parts her labia, plunges in completely, and then thrusts 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 that, I actually got harder.
A Zhong didn't let up.
Three days after the trip ended, he sent a WeChat message—just one photo: a close-up of my girlfriend after he came inside her, the white fluid still flowing out between her legs. Her face was pixelated, but I recognized the body clearly. The caption had only a few words:
"Boss, the sister-in-law is really tight. Mind lending her to me to play with again next time?"
I stared at the screen for a long time, my fingers trembling, but my lower body honestly perked up. In the end, I only replied with one word:
“Get lost.”
He sent back a smug emoji and did not 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 Ah Ming (yes, that university buddy Ah Ming) over to drink at home. My girlfriend already had a good impression of Ah Ming, finding him witty. I pretended to get drunk quickly, handing over the initiative at the table to him. Ah Ming was more reserved than Ah Zhong, not daring to go too far, but his eyes never left my girlfriend's neckline and thighs. Once, when my girlfriend went to the kitchen to get water, he followed her in. I pretended to go to the bathroom and saw through the door crack him standing behind her, pretending to help get a cup, but actually his chest was almost pressed against her back, his hands on her waist, staying for an abnormally long time.
My girlfriend just lightly avoided it at the time and didn't say anything when she came back. But I stayed hard all night.
What truly made me completely succumb was another gathering a month later.
Ah Ming said his friend had opened a new private club, low-key and safe, where we could drink and chat. 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 wasn’t big, and the lighting was suggestive. A Ming called in two of his “friends,” who were actually people he had played with before. Alcohol once again became a prop. His girlfriend was persuaded in turn, declining with a red face, but in the end she still drank quite a bit. As usual, I pretended to be drunk and leaned back on the sofa with my eyes half-closed.
What followed was even more direct than I had imagined.
Ah Ming spoke first, suggesting they play a game where the loser would face punishment. The punishment escalated from drinking to taking off clothes, and then to being touched by a designated person. At first, my girlfriend laughed and refused, but alcohol quickly lowered her resistance. When the punishment fell on her, she was already pinned on the sofa by Ah Ming, her T-shirt pulled up above her chest, her bra pushed aside, and both hands forced to hold her own breasts, allowing the men present to "check for symmetry."
I sat opposite, not blinking an eye.
Ah Ming's hand slid in from her waist, pinching her nipple, and the 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 his fingers over her panties. She clamped her legs together, only to be forced apart again.
"The boss is watching," A Ming said softly in her ear. "Call out louder so he can hear how slutty his sister-in-law is."
The girlfriend shook her head, tears welling up, yet her moans still spilled out.
That night, I didn't truly intervene, nor did I truly stop it.
Ah Ming pulled my 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 brought to orgasm, her eyes were open, gazing vaguely in the direction where I was sitting, but she couldn't call out my name.
When he ejaculated, Ah Ming didn't pull out, letting it all pour inside. When he withdrew, the milky-white fluid trickled down her thigh and dripped onto the dark carpet.
Watching that scene, I came in my pants.
In the taxi back, my girlfriend leaned on my shoulder and fell asleep, her breath carrying the mixed smell of alcohol and semen. I carried her upstairs and put her on the bed. She drowsily wrapped her arms around my neck and called me 'husband.'
I didn't answer.
It’s just that I turn off the light and stare at the ceiling in the dark until daybreak.
After that, things spiraled out of control.
Ah Ming 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 into silence, and silence turned into cooperation. She began to deliberately choose clothes that were easy to remove before going out, and started refusing less firmly when drinking.
Once she took the initiative to ask me:
"Do you... like watching?"
I was inside her body at the time. Hearing those words, my movement stopped for a moment, then I thrust in even harder.
“What about you?” I asked back. “Do you also like being watched?”
She did not answer, just buried her face into the pillow, but her body clenched tighter.
We became accomplices in a tacit understanding.
A Zhong appeared again 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. A Zhong smiled and said, as long as he could 'have a good time' one more time, he would delete all the photos.
I looked at my girlfriend.
She looked at me for a long time, then gave a slight nod.
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 to my face, smiling and saying:
"Boss, want to taste your own woman's flavor?"
I didn't move.
He shrugged, wiped himself clean, dressed, and left. Before leaving, he threw the memory card onto the table.
“Transaction completed.”
My girlfriend lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, a mess between her legs. I walked over, wanting to help clean her up, but she suddenly grabbed my hand with frightening strength.
"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 climaxed beneath me. When it ended, she propped herself up on my chest, 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 buried her face down, her voice muffled:
“I don’t know. But... my body seems to have already remembered.”
I knew what she was saying.
The feeling of being entered by different men, being watched, being filled with cum, 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.
I was responsible for watching from the side, occasionally participating, but more often just using my eyes to etch every detail into my mind.
Our sex life has also changed.
The gentle caresses of the past have been replaced by rougher entry. She would actively ask me to take her from behind, would ask me to slap her, and would whisper in my ear descriptions like “how that person fucked her that day.” Every such description made me cum faster.
One night, after we finished, she suddenly asked:
“What if one day you’re no longer satisfied with just watching?”
I was lying next to her smoking at the time (I didn't used to smoke). Hearing those words, the glow of the cigarette tip brightened in the darkness.
"Do you mean... you want me to join too, at the same time?"
She didn't speak, just reached out and grasped my rising desire again.
I know some paths, once taken, only lead deeper.
And we, have gone too far.
The city lights outside the window are 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 already seeped into the bone.
And we, are all still actively reaching out, wanting more.
After that night, the air in the room was never the same again.
My girlfriend began to grow silent. It wasn't a cold war, but a deeper, almost transparent quietness. She would still open the door for me when I came home, still eat and watch TV together, and still actively snuggle close at night. But every time our bodies intertwined, her eyes would lose focus at some moment, as if looking at someone else.
I knew what she was thinking.
I also knew what I was thinking.
Ah Ming's WeChat messages pop up almost every few days. Sometimes it's a blurry candid photo—a side profile of his girlfriend bending over in the kitchen, a glimpse of spring revealed by the drooping neckline; sometimes it's just a line: 'Are you free this weekend, boss?' At first, I'd reply with 'Get lost,' but gradually, I started responding with 'Depends.'
What truly pushed things forward another step 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, let out a low laugh, tinged with a bit of self-mockery and a bit of resignation.
"You're hard."
“What about you?” I asked back.
She didn't speak, just grasped me, guiding me to enter again. This time she was extremely active, her waist twisting with great amplitude, her inner walls contracting in waves, as if deliberately using her body to tell me the answer.
After ejaculation, 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 every time they come in me, my body heats up on its own. When you’re beside me, it gets even hotter.”
I held her close.
“Then keep going.”
She nodded.
Three days later, A Ming came with two new faces.
One was called Ajie, twenty-four or twenty-five years old, rather thin, with very bright eyes; the other was called Lao K, a bit older, in his early thirties, silent but with an oppressive air. The private club’s private room was bigger than last time, the sofa was U-shaped, and the lighting was adjusted 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 top wasn't exaggerated, but when she sat down and leaned forward slightly, the shadow of her cleavage was clearly visible. Ah Ming knew very well how to create an atmosphere, first chatting about trivial university memories, then slowly steering the topic towards 'how everyone used to have fun.' After several rounds of drinks, my girlfriend's cheeks were already flushed.
The game started with simple punishments.
Losing meant drinking; losing again meant unbuttoning one button; losing again meant being touched by a designated person for ten seconds. My girlfriend initially laughed and scolded, 'Pervert,' but alcohol made her resistance weak. 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 wanted to dodge, but his other hand held her shoulder in place. Ah Jie also came closer, reaching out from the other side, pinching her already erect nipple through the fabric, gently twisting it.
“Mm…”
She made a faint sound, her eyes looking at me.
I sat opposite, legs crossed, pretending to be calm, but my lower body was already fully erect, straining against my pants. I didn't speak, just nodded slightly.
That nod was like some kind of switch.
Ah Ming no longer held back. He directly pushed her short sleeves up, lifting her underwear along with them to above her collarbone. Two fair and tender breasts bounced out, their nipples slightly reddened from stimulation. Ah Jie lowered his head to suck on one side, sucking hard, his tongue circling around the areola. Old 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.” Lao K’s voice was flat, as if stating a fact.
The girlfriend shook her head, trying to close her legs, but he pushed them apart with his knee. Her panties were pushed aside, and his middle finger directly probed inside. Her body suddenly arched, and her moans finally couldn't be suppressed.
Watching that finger moving in and out of her, bringing out glistening fluid, my heart raced so fast it felt like it would jump out of my chest. Excitement, jealousy, shame, and pleasure all mixed together, making my scalp tingle.
Ah Ming turned her around, making her kneel on the sofa, and unfastened his pants from behind. His fully erect meat rod slapped against the crevice of her buttocks, leaving faint red marks. He wasn't in a hurry to enter, but instead rubbed his glans back and forth at her entrance, spreading the lubricating fluid all over.
“Boss, this time it’s up to you. Inside or not?”
Everyone's eyes were focused on me.
My girlfriend turned her head sideways, her eyes hazy, lips slightly parted, as if waiting for my answer, yet also as if she no longer cared about the answer.
I heard my own voice, so low it almost didn't sound like me:
“Go inside.”
Ah Ming smiled.
His waist sank down, and the whole thing went in.
“Ah—!”
My girlfriend's cries rose higher, her hands gripping the sofa back tightly. Ah Ming began thrusting rapidly, each time pulling back until only the glans remained, then slamming the entire length back in. The sound of flesh slapping echoed clearly in the private room. Ah Jie walked up to her and offered his already hardened member to her mouth. She hesitated for less than two seconds before opening her mouth and taking it in.
Old K was filming from the side.
The phone's camera was aimed at her stretched-open entrance, swaying breasts, and profile with the meat rod in her mouth. The flash wasn't on; only the screen's light reflected on her flushed skin.
I sat in place, watching my girlfriend being used by three men at the same time.
When Ah Ming ejaculated, he thrust deeply to the very end, growling as he poured all his semen inside. When he pulled out, the white fluid immediately flowed down her inner thighs. Ah Jie immediately entered from the front, turning her over to face him, lifting one leg, 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 in last. He made her lie flat, sank himself into the already muddy hole, his movements heavy and deep. When ejaculating, he didn't pull out. Instead, in the inserted position, he pushed the phone camera close, capturing a close-up of semen overflowing from the point of union.
When it was over, my girlfriend lay on the sofa, a mess between her legs, her breasts covered in finger marks and hickeys. The three men casually cleaned themselves, put on their clothes, as if they had just finished an ordinary gathering.
Ah Ming threw the memory card in front of me.
“Today’s goods count as interest.”
I didn't speak, just put the card in my pocket.
On the way back in the car, my girlfriend leaned on my shoulder, her breathing still a bit unsteady. She didn't cry, nor did she speak. It wasn't until we entered the house that she suddenly turned around and kissed me on her own initiative.
The kiss was fierce.
We did it once right in the entryway. She leaned against the door, one leg lifted by me, and I thrust quickly inside her, still wet and slippery. Her inner walls still carried the remnants of someone else's semen, and that mixed sensation almost made me come immediately. But I held back, carried her to the bedroom, and did it two more rounds in various positions.
Finally, she rode on top of me, moving up and down on her own, whispering softly 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.
"Hard enough to hurt."
She smiled, smiling through her orgasm, her inner walls contracting violently, bringing me to climax 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 increasingly sensitive.
Sometimes, just being stared at by a stranger for a few seconds would make her breathing go erratic. Once in a mall fitting room, she asked me to guard the door while she went in to change into 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 any underwear.
“There was a man watching the whole time just now.” she whispered in my ear, “and down below, I ended up like this on my own.”
That night after we got home, we hardly stopped. She asked me to enter from behind, and while being fucked, she described 'what that man would have done if he had followed us in just now.' Listening to those words, I came inside her again and again.
A Zhong hadn't truly disappeared either.
He would occasionally send old photos, or new fragments I didn’t know where he got from. Once he showed up directly downstairs from my place, called up, and said, “Just come up and sit for a bit.” 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 back to chopping vegetables as if nothing had happened.
After he came up, he said nothing. He tossed his phone onto the coffee table; the screen was lit — it was a video from the last club, showing the girlfriend being entered from behind by A Ming while giving A Jie a blowjob at the same time.
“Do you still want it?” he asked her.
My girlfriend glanced at me.
I didn't nod, nor did I shake my head. I just sat there, waiting for her to decide for herself.
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 very wide open; the second time from behind, pressing her head to make her look at me. When he ejaculated, he filled her completely, and after pulling out, he used his fingers to push the overflowing semen back inside her.
“Hold it in.” He patted her butt.
My girlfriend didn't speak, just clenched her legs, walked over to me, and sat on my lap. I felt the warmth of something belonging to someone else transmitting through her body to me.
I'm hard.
She sensed 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 urgent, her inner walls even more wet and slippery from earlier use. I went in deep, yet she could still let out a satisfied sigh. Ah Zhong sat opposite, smoking, watching us like we were a free show.
After it was over, he left. Before going, he tossed out a sentence:
"If you want to play next time, say so in advance. I can bring something more intense."
After the door closed, only the two of us were left in the room.
Leaning against my chest, my girlfriend suddenly asked:
"Will there ever come 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.
Over the next month, we tried almost everything we could try.
Once, Ah Ming brought four men. His girlfriend was pinned down on the dining table at home, legs spread apart, taking turns being entered. 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 cock was fully buried inside, how semen was poured in again and again only to overflow. By the end, she was crying out from climax, yet she still spread her legs wider herself to make it easier for the next person to enter.
Another time, it was during the day.
Ah Ming said he had a friend with an empty villa in the suburbs where we could play all day. We went. From noon until night, the girlfriend hardly wore her clothes properly. 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 traces of others.
In the evening, she suddenly pulled me aside, her voice already hoarse:
"Today... you join in too. I want to be with 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, while Ah Ming entered from behind. The sensation of two men moving inside her simultaneously was more intense than any solo viewing experience. She was filled too full, her moans becoming fragmented, her fingers gripping the bedsheet 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 on both sides, but her eyes were only on me.
“Like this... is that okay?”
I kissed her forehead.
“Okay.”
That night when we got home, neither of us spoke again. We just showered together, got into bed together, listening to each other's heartbeats.
The city outside the window remained brightly lit.
And we all know that some paths have been walked to a point of no return.
The poison is still spreading.
And we, still reaching out, want more.
The story is not over yet.
It just took another small step deeper.
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