Forwarding Night Reading

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At the hotel, Zhang arrived as promised. My wife said she didn't want to meet him, so I met Zhang in the lobby. Zhang wasn't tall but was very muscular and seemed very sincere. Of course, his looks were average. My wife later joked that the reason I didn't choose a handsome guy was because I was afraid she'd be seduced. We started by talking about personal interests, then moved on to our understanding of the three of us, our respective hobbies, his techniques and experience, etc. Then I told him about my wife's sexual preferences and my plan. Zhang didn't say much but listened very attentively, and it turned out he had indeed grasped my wife's interests.

As planned, I went to the room first and took a shower with my wife, turning off all the lights. My wife was lying on the bed in her pajamas. I texted Zhang to tell him to come up. I knew my wife was nervous, so I talked to her to try and ease her anxiety, using some cheesy sweet nothings. Actually, I was nervous too, but I didn't show it. Zhang opened the door with the room key I gave him. My wife nervously grabbed my hand. I knew I couldn't let her back down at this moment, so I gently pressed my lips to hers. My wife loves kissing, and we kissed passionately. My wife was very blissful.

Gradually, my wife relaxed. I kicked off the blanket and, following the instructions in the online post, took off her pajamas. I kissed her and caressed her breasts, knowing this was the most effective way to relax her. Of course, I also had to keep an eye on Zhang's movements. Finally, Zhang silently approached. My wife didn't notice him; I knew she was listening for his movements. I was still doing foreplay, knowing the moment of intense passion was approaching. Even now, thinking about this scene while masturbating makes my heart race.

Zhang quietly walked to the bedside and gently lifted Jie's legs apart. Before my wife could react, Zhang gently kissed her ear. At that moment, I was licking my wife's right breast. Zhang's breathing was heavy. He licked my wife's ear with the tip of his tongue. My wife suddenly gripped my hand tightly. At that moment, I didn't know if it was from nervousness or stimulation. Later, my wife told me that Zhang's heavy breathing made her feel attracted to him because his deep breathing made her feel he was very masculine.

Zhang slid his tongue down to his wife's neck, another sensitive area, then her left breast, then her lower abdomen. As he licked, he gently pressed his right hand against her plump mons pubis, kneading lightly. At this moment, I held my wife's hand, observing her expression. She seemed to be enjoying it, her eyes closed. The peripheral light from the bathroom illuminated this sensual scene, and I couldn't just stand by and watch. I continued kissing my wife's lips. Zhang's tongue had already slid from her dense forest to her beautiful valley. My wife began to moan softly, her legs starting to close together but Zhang gently parted them. Zhang's tongue made swirling motions, but he didn't kiss her with his mouth. My wife said that was a woman's most tender spot and he couldn't be too rough. Zhang's swirling hissing sounds, my wife's soft moans, and the three of us's heartbeats blended into the most beautiful melody.

I was thrilled. No amount of pornography or exciting scenes could compare to what I was seeing. This woman, so reserved, who had once moaned beneath me, was now stimulating my senses with increasingly loud moans. She was displaying the most wanton nature of a mature woman under the stimulation of a stranger.

Zhang was experienced and understood women; his tongue was far beyond my reach. The foreplay ended with Zhang's tongue, my wife's moans, her slowly swaying body, and her slightly trembling legs. I reached for my wife's private area, which was already overflowing with desire. Her rising moans and constantly opening and closing lips revealed her lust, arousing both mine and Zhang's.

I looked at Zhang; he was looking at me, seemingly seeking my opinion. I nodded. Zhang stepped forward and gently kissed my wife. She didn't turn her mouth away. Later, she said her consciousness was fading. Zhang began kissing her, and she cooperated. At that moment, the word "stimulation" couldn't describe my feelings. I noticed they were kissing deeply, but I was more focused on how Zhang entered my wife's body and how she reacted.

While kissing his wife, Zhang propped himself up with his right hand, leaning forward and gripping his thick, erect penis with his left. It was then that I noticed how dark and thick Zhang's penis was, larger than mine. I worried whether my wife could handle it. Zhang didn't rush to penetrate her; instead, he pressed the head of his penis against her wet vulva, gently rubbing it, wanting to cleanse his member with her vaginal fluids. I stared intently, swallowing hard. Suddenly, my wife made a soft moan, her body trembling slightly. She released my grip and instead wrapped her arms tightly around Zhang's neck. I felt a pang of jealousy and wanted to end it all immediately, but curiosity and reason held me back.

Perhaps Zhang felt it was about time, he slowly rubbed the head of his penis into his wife's wet, deep hole. One had to admire Zhang's skill; his penis penetrated deeper with each movement, and his wife's moans grew louder. Suddenly, Zhang stopped, and everything came to an abrupt halt. Just as his wife was about to release her arms from Zhang's neck, Zhang thrust his hips forward forcefully, causing his wife to throw her head back, release his lips, and cry out, "Ah!" Zhang began to move violently, and his wife continued to moan.

This was a scene I had been waiting for a long time. Zhang thrust violently back and forth, and his wife moaned and tentatively cooperated. I stroked his wife's breasts, continuing to watch. Everything was so beautiful, so alluring. At this moment, all morality, all tradition, all the hypocritical masks of men and women, all love, all restraint and dignity, all vanished. There was only the sound of flesh mingling, the heavy breathing of men and women driven by desire. I noticed my penis remained erect, but the physical reaction was far less intense than the psychological one. I squeezed his wife's breasts hard. Zhang worked very hard, and afterwards his wife said that she really enjoyed it that night, feeling that each time was more intense than the last. Zhang's attacks were very fierce, making her orgasm wave after wave.

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