The experiences I've shared with my wife over the past few years

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2012 was the year I graduated, facing the first major test of my life: finding a job! Through friends' introductions and other means, I finally found my first job in sales, but the downside was that it was a two-hour drive from home! Everything in this world has a cause and effect, and this two-hour drive was actually quite important! Because of this two-hour drive, I broke up with my then-girlfriend. "Half" because she liked me, but I could only say I neither disliked nor liked her. I was only with her because I was so lonely at the time. I was studying computer science, and out of 50 people in my class, there were only two girls! And I couldn't bring myself to pursue her. I spent all my time playing games in college and hadn't been able to find a girlfriend, so we just settled for each other. Let's call this girl M. She was actually quite outgoing. I remember once, at the audio equipment store where she worked part-time, I closed the door and stripped her naked, touching her from head to toe for over an hour. We did this for almost a week! Actually, I was inexperienced; I was still a virgin back then! I only knew how to masturbate. After those few times, I almost rubbed the skin off my penis from masturbating so much. (Please don't laugh at my pathetic state, because even I want to curse myself as an idiot when I think back on it.) The last time, I brought M to my house because my parents were on vacation. We went to bed at 9 pm. I remember it took me a long time to get her completely naked. Of course, she wasn't a virgin; she had a boyfriend before and had told me she'd been fucked before. This time, I was determined to sleep with M! After she was naked, she wouldn't fuck me. I practically licked her entire body (except her anus, which I couldn't handle at the time). M's genitals tasted salty, but not smelly. I used the techniques I learned from AV to lick her until she trembled. Looking back, I think M had an orgasm. At the time, I just felt my tongue was completely numb! I remember we lingered until almost dawn before M finally spread her arms and legs into an M shape and said, "Come on~" But then a very serious accident happened: I couldn't get an erection!!! I immediately made an excuse to go to the bathroom to wash up, but I couldn't get an erection no matter the hot or cold water. Honestly, I was terrified, but I had to save face! Back in bed, I told M that I'd been hard all night and was almost exhausted, too tired to get an erection properly another day. (Actually, I wanted to say tomorrow, but my heart was pounding, and I didn't know when my penis would get hard.) I drifted off to sleep, and after taking M home, I watched some videos and realized that I was just too nervous—so nervous I couldn't even get up! Ugh, I'm so pathetic, my first attempt at losing my virginity ended in failure!
After that, I never saw M again. My workplace was too far away, and initially, I didn't get any rest, not seeing M for a month. Although we chatted frequently on WeChat, my attitude changed; I became indifferent to M, and our relationship slowly faded. The main reason for this was that I met Y, who had also just graduated from university! She was definitely a campus beauty! She's now my wife. About a month after I started working, Y joined my company. As two newbies, we naturally hit it off. Actually, my maintaining a certain distance and slightly aloof attitude wasn't because I was arrogant, but simply because I was a little nervous talking to Y—she was so pure and beautiful.
Our relationship gradually became closer because we both lived very far from our workplaces. My commute was two hours, and Y's was even further. We took the same bus for the first hour, so we naturally became acquainted.
After more than two months, the weather in H city got increasingly hot. We usually changed into our work uniforms at work in the morning. There were only seven people in the sales department—four women and three men—and we all changed in the same place. The men's and women's lockers were side by side, and usually the women changed first, then the men. Because of this, Y and I had a rather unusual encounter. As new employees, we were always the last to leave work, responsible for turning off the water, electricity, doors, and windows. One time, I thought I was the last one left, so after packing up my things, I was about to go home when I didn't see Y. I was quite disappointed, thinking that she probably wouldn't leave with me that day. I went to the locker room alone to change, and halfway through, I suddenly heard the sound of a locker moving next to me, which startled me. I pulled back the curtain that usually separated the men's and women's lockers and shouted, "Who's there?" (The company had been burgled before, and I was shouting to bolster my courage. Sometimes men and women would change clothes together, so we put a curtain between the lockers, with the women on the inside and the men on the outside.) The scene before me stunned me. Y, wearing only a bra, turned around with a blank look on her face. She was also startled by my shout, and she hadn't heard me come in. We stared at each other for a little over a second, then she immediately screamed, clutching her chest. I snapped out of it, quickly zipped up my shirt, apologized, and scurried out of the changing room. About ten minutes later, Y came out. She was probably conflicted too, staying inside for a while. When she came out and saw me waiting, she hesitated for a moment and said, "You change, I'll wait for you outside." I was ecstatic! Seeing Y wearing a bra, and she wasn't angry, she was waiting for me to go home together—I was so lucky! ~~
April 2012, this was a turning point. That day, our company announced something important: in two weeks, the sales department would be relocating to F city, which was actually on the border of our city, H city. The daily shuttle bus would run from the H city office to F city, and the work hours would remain the same. This was way too far for LZ and Y. We used to leave for work at 7 am and start work at 9 am, but now we'd have to leave more than an hour earlier. It was really unbearable, but Y and I didn't want to give up our hard-won first jobs. Finally, with the advice and encouragement of our senior colleagues, we started looking for rentals near the company! Actually, LZ was really looking forward to this idea from our colleagues, and to our surprise, Y agreed! The company even approved a monthly housing subsidy of 500 yuan. After a week of searching, we found a five-story detached house near the company. Our senior colleague, being more experienced and having a girlfriend living with him, chose the most expensive and best-located room on the second floor. In the end, only two rooms were left in the attic on the fifth floor. Y got the south-facing one, while LZ, wanting to live together, chose the worst one—completely dark, practically invisible without the lights on—but for our dream, we endured it!
LZ is originally from H city and owns her own house there; it took a lot of persuasion to get her parents to agree to let her live outside. I was the second to move in; my old colleague moved in first. LZ and Y's apartments are across from each other. When Y moved in, LZ was really hurt. Y's boyfriend helped her move; he's almost 1.9 meters tall, with a slender, V-shaped figure. LZ is only 1.75 meters tall. Firstly, finding out Y had a boyfriend hurt me, and secondly, his figure and height seemed better than LZ's, which was a huge blow. Y moved in in the afternoon, and her boyfriend helped her set up her room. They slept together that night. LZ went downstairs to buy water in the middle of the night and heard sounds of sex coming from Y's room, along with Y's suppressed moans. After listening for a while, LZ felt indescribably uncomfortable, but couldn't help getting an erection. In the end, the discomfort outweighed the pleasure, so LZ silently went downstairs to buy water. My mindset throughout this whole ordeal was quite conflicted. I've always loved wearing cloth shoes and walking very quietly. When I got home, I reached the 4th floor and noticed the hallway light on the 5th floor was on. The 5th floor has a motion-activated light (probably because it's inconvenient to go upstairs to turn it on). The floors below have switches. I went down and came back without turning on the lights—not because I didn't want to, but because I couldn't find the switches along the way! Seeing the motion-activated light on the 5th floor was strange, and suddenly I heard a very loud slapping sound, along with intermittent moans from Y. I slowly crept up and saw... holy crap, Y's boyfriend was having sex with Y in the hallway! Having sex with my future wife! Y was facing the wall, her hands gripping it, her ass sticking out as her boyfriend vigorously fucked her. Her nearly C-cup breasts swayed back and forth with each thrust. This was the first time I'd seen Y's lewd side. Later, I asked my wife how many times she'd been fucked that night. Y said she'd been fucked five times, including when she woke up in the morning, and then stripped naked and fucked again in the middle of the night. The third time was when she was being fucked while pinned down in front of my bedroom door. She said her boyfriend liked thrills back then, and the unfamiliar environment made them both very excited, especially when they were at my door. They were standing there, and the fucking left a lot of fluid on the floor. The shame and excitement of being afraid I'd hear and see almost made her lose herself. She was being fucked while standing in front of my bathroom door, holding onto the A1 bathroom door.
After this incident, my opinion of Y changed somewhat, but it didn't change the fact that Y was still my goddess. However, it did spark bolder and more daring thoughts in me, and there was plenty of time and opportunity. I remember when the iPhone 4 was all the rage, my family gave me one. Later, I discovered an interesting app, I think it was called something like "Innuendo Comics." Anyway, it was full of Korean-style innuendo comics, and I became obsessed with it. Back then, the iPhone 4 was still quite novel, while Y was still using a Nokia. When I was reading innuendo comics, she would come over and read too. She was really naive, and I had to explain things to her. The good thing was that our relationship got better and we talked more, because risqué jokes are the easiest way to relate to romantic relationships. But in Y's eyes, I was like a repressed, lewd man.
Life went on the same way for about a month after we started renting the apartment together. At that point, I was actually hoping Y's boyfriend would come over and do something exciting that I'd witness, but I was also jealous and didn't want him to come. It was a real dilemma. For over a month, Y's boyfriend hadn't come over. Y had only gone back to his place twice. Each time she came back, I'd make some slightly risqué jokes with her, and our relationship grew closer, with more playful pushing and shoving.
A breakthrough day was approaching. That day, I left work early. Although Y and I chatted a lot at work, we usually went back to our rooms and didn't see each other again until the next day. I was playing a game when there was a knock on the door. I thought it was the landlord collecting rent, but when I opened it, it was Y, wearing pajamas. She asked if I had any good movie recommendations, as she was bored after finishing her series. I said yes (I have many American dramas, horror movies, and adult films on my computer), I have a lot of movies I can copy for you, but I don't have a USB drive! Y didn't have a USB drive either! I remember the internet speed back then was only 4 Mbps, so downloading movies took a long time. I immediately said I was also quite bored, how about we find a movie to watch together? Y thought for a moment and nodded, then came in.
But my room was just a computer desk! LZ was sitting on the bed, using the small laptop table on the bed (a habit I brought back from university, a dorm-specific model). At this point, there was absolutely no room for hesitation; I immediately cleared out an area for Y. Y and I sat on the bed together, Y to LZ's right, the two of us leaning against the headboard, turning the laptop on the table into a home theater. LZ picked a horror movie, and Y wanted to watch something else, but I told her I'd already seen it, and we should watch something more exciting. Y was quite stubborn, so a horror movie it was. I honestly don't remember the exact title, because my mind wasn't on the movie!
As the plot unfolded, Y basically snuggled up to LZ for the second half, and of course, I naturally pulled Y closer. We watched the whole movie together, close together. It's almost summer, so we were all wearing very little. After showering at home, I was just wearing basketball shorts and a tank top, and Y was wearing a thin nightgown, and no bra. I felt soft against her, just a layer of fabric between us.
After watching the movie while half-hugging each other, we felt a little awkward and strange in our position when it ended. I didn't want to let go, and Y probably didn't know what to do either, so we just silently clung to each other watching the screen. At this moment, I have to thank the KuaiBo player! After this movie finished playing, it automatically started playing the next one, which was the porn I'd only watched halfway through! Suddenly, the buffering stopped, and a scene of sex appeared—a woman being pinned down on the bed, her ass raised, being fucked. The lewd moans and the repeated thrusts filled the air. We watched for a good ten seconds before I immediately closed the computer screen. The room instantly went dark (watching movies with the lights off is more enjoyable). Y broke the silence, saying, "Why don't you move the table? I'm going back to my room." I said okay. The light switch was a bit far from the bed. When I moved the table, Y rolled over me, but suddenly her body went limp, and she collapsed onto me and fell to the side (she'd lost her balance after leaning against me for so long). I immediately turned around and grabbed Y to prevent her from falling. At this point, LZ's hands were around Y's neck, pressing her down completely. Both of them could feel each other's breath, and neither spoke. After a moment's internal struggle, LZ decided to take a gamble and kissed her immediately. After a brief reaction, Y slowly began to respond. LZ pried open Y's teeth with his tongue, and they were locked in a deep kiss. It must be said, we did have some mutual attraction. At this moment, not going would be unmanly!
LZ's hands rose from under Y's pajamas, slowly caressing her breasts. The feel was amazing, almost a C-cup, just the right size to hold in one hand, so soft. After a while, LZ noticed how sensitive Y was; her nipples immediately hardened, eliciting soft moans from them. After playing with them for a while, LZ reached down to Y's genitals, finding his hand completely wet. Half of her panties were soaked (Y was incredibly wet; even standing during sex, it would drip continuously). When I pulled down Y's pants, she resisted, and it took me a while to finally get her naked. The two naked bodies entwined for a while, and I was incredibly aroused. I immediately got to work, spreading Y's legs into an M shape. I went for Y first, but couldn't penetrate for a long time. Y had to guide my penis in. The moment it went in, I felt a jolt, and Y let out a long moan. It felt like I'd discovered a new world.
We did it four times that night. The first time, I ejaculated after a few thrusts, all inside Y's vagina. Y's pubic hair was beautiful, a perfect triangle, not too thick or too thin, very attractive. Y had a very pretty butterfly-shaped vagina, a small butterfly, very beautiful. The most exciting part was the third time. I felt the first two times weren't as satisfying for Y, and even after recovering my strength, the third time wasn't as sensitive as the first. I had Y stand by the door, hands on the wall, and I pressed her buttocks, thrusting into her forcefully like her boyfriend. Doggy style felt really good. Y has a great figure, 1.68 meters tall and weighing 101 pounds. Halfway through, I suddenly flung open the door, and the motion-sensor light outside turned on. Y screamed in fright. I grabbed Y's hands and led her outside, taking her to the spot where her boyfriend had previously used her. I started thrusting into her in the same position. Y began to moan softly, unable to suppress it, her vaginal fluid dripping onto the floor with each thrust… After a few minutes of this, Y suddenly squatted down and ejaculated, peeing all over the floor… (I will describe this in the first person from now on, as I don't want to make it inconvenient for readers to keep referring to me as "LZ".)
After a moment of passion between the two of us, I began a very sexually fulfilling life, having sex with Y almost every night. At first, my libido was really high, but for the next few months, we didn't have a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. Y hadn't broken up with her boyfriend (let's call him Mr. S). Y and S had been together for 3 years. Y met Mr. S when she was a freshman in college. My future wife, Y, had been having sex with someone for a full 3 years. The reason I started being with Y was simply to satisfy my sexual needs, but I had feelings for Y. Later, I learned that during the 3 years Y was with Mr. S, she was having sex an average of 4 times a week, and sometimes every day of the week.
During the period when Y and I first formed our "friends with benefits" alliance, two things happened that I still find incredibly memorable. A new tenant moved into room A on our floor, which made us very uncomfortable. Y and I were used to having sex in the hallway, using various positions. Since someone moved in, we didn't know if it was a man or a woman, and we hadn't had sex outside since. A's schedule was different from ours, and this continued for over ten days without us running into this neighbor. Later, I actually regretted it a bit. Once you've tried something exciting, normal sex in the room becomes a bit boring after a while (remember to try new things gradually), and the initial excitement fades. I remember that night around 8 pm, we heard the sound of the neighbor leaving and closing the door, then footsteps going downstairs, very light footsteps. Y and I exchanged a glance; finally, we could try something exciting! Our neighbors always went out at night. After a while of entanglement, I undressed Y, opened the door, and took her to the hallway to have sex. I had her lie on the hallway floor tiles, legs spread in an M shape, and began to penetrate her deeply and shallowly. Y, used to suppressing her moans, tried hard not to let them out (Y said this actually made her feel particularly good). We did this for a good ten minutes. The cool floor and my repeated impacts stimulated Y, causing her to become very wet, the space almost filled with the sound of splashing water. Y was really wet; my pubic hair was completely soaked. Because of the previous continuous thrusting, I was a little exhausted, so I started to have sex with Y slowly. The slow friction actually made both of us feel more intensely sensitive. Because we were lying on the floor, the people in the hallway below couldn't see us from above, and at that moment, A's guest was coming upstairs... Just as Y and I were about to climax and were about to begin our thrusting, A's tenant appeared before me. It was a young girl carrying a convenience store bag that was half-filled. She stared at us in disbelief. As you can see from the blueprints, because of the fence next to A's bathroom, A didn't see us having sex in the hallway when she came upstairs (we were lying in front of my apartment). Y, lying on the floor, didn't see the girl at all. After feeling my body pause, she softly said, "Don't stop, I'm coming." I glanced at the girl (thinking at the time that I wouldn't lose anything by looking at her, and since they were both girls, it didn't matter if Y was seen), and started to speed up my fucking of Y. I found it particularly exciting. Under A's stunned expression, I fucked Y like a pile driver for a full half minute, and we both climaxed. A, bewildered, leaned against the wall and kept watching us. A's change in position caused the plastic bag to make a sound. The moment Y looked up and saw A, she gasped. A seemed to suddenly realize what was happening and apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to see you." At this point, I took a breath and picked up Y, carrying her to the room. I apologized to A, still shaking my semi-erect penis, and then closed the door. After telling Y what had happened, she gave me a shy yet angry look and said, "How am I supposed to face anyone after this?"...
Regarding the above, if it had been a man, I think I would have picked Y up and carried her inside without hesitation. I can't accept another man seeing Y's body. Actually, from the beginning, I liked Y; I didn't treat her as just a casual sex partner. After more than a month of in-depth contact, I had fallen in love with Y. Initially, to make Y more satisfied, I would try some exciting things, partly out of a competitive spirit with Mr. S. However, because of this relationship, and the ups and downs of the past few years, I began to change, becoming more cuckolded. This is inseparable from certain events that occurred during this time, repeatedly hinting at and guiding my sexual desires. I will recall and record these events one by one.
After being caught having sex in the hallway by our neighbor, female A, Y and I gradually grew bolder. It's worth mentioning that for the next month, Mr. S would come over every two weeks for two days to have sex with Y, while Y would visit Mr. S every week. During this time, Y and I kept quiet about these things, and were practically constantly being fucked by the two men in turns. This made Y's sexual desire increasingly intense, leading to a situation where, after breaking up with Mr. S, I couldn't immediately satisfy Y's sexual needs, resulting in some unforeseen events, which I'll reveal later. Let me first tell you the second part of yesterday's planned update.
After being caught by our neighbor, Goddess A, Y and I grew bolder and bolder. About a month later, something happened that I remember vividly. It had a significant impact on both of us. Y and I started trying out various sexy lingerie to enhance our sex life. I remember this day very clearly. Y was wearing a sheer, completely transparent sheer fabric with a round neck and a 2-centimeter lace trim around the neckline. The hem of the skirt reached just to the top of her thighs, also with a 2-centimeter lace trim. Apart from these two lace trims, the rest was completely transparent white sheer fabric. It felt incredibly smooth. Watching Y, who was practically naked despite being covered by a sheer fabric, kneeling by the bed, diligently licking my penis, her little tongue circling and occasionally thrusting deep into my throat, almost made me vomit. But today, I was determined to properly discipline Y, because looking at her kneeling by the bed with the lace trim around her neck, she resembled a little bitch yearning for sex. I stood up and made Y follow me. Y wasn't allowed to stand up; she had to crawl on her knees. I opened the door (after being caught last time, Y and I still frequently had sex in the hallway, always being very careful, and we weren't caught again, so we became bolder). I let Y slowly crawl out, while I stood naked in Y's doorway, my penis erect, watching Y crawl out of my doorway as if wearing a collar (the veil was so thin it was practically nonexistent). The hardness of the floor tiles made Y's knees hurt a little. When Y crawled to my feet and raised her head to lick my penis, something unexpected happened—a loud bang! Because I was afraid of disturbing my neighbor, A (I didn't know if she was there, and not knowing made it even more exciting), I opened the door very carefully, not fully to minimize the noise. The wind in the hallway had slammed the door shut! Y and I were completely stunned because there was no handle on the outside; it was a very old-fashioned lock that could be turned from the inside, but required a key from the outside! Y and I stood completely naked in the hallway—or rather, Y wore an extra layer of sheer fabric. We were terrified. Our first thought was to hide! There was only one place on the fifth floor: the bathroom opposite A's. It had a ball-handle lock; if you pressed it from the inside, it wouldn't open from the outside, but it was unlocked from the outside when no one was inside. After hiding in A's bathroom, we started discussing our options. Asking our colleague for help was out of the question; Y and I would be too embarrassed to face the office. Besides, our colleague was on the second floor, and walking down naked was too risky. After thinking for about ten minutes, we remembered our neighbor, A. We tried having Y knock on A's door to borrow some clothes, then go to the second floor to get a spare key from the landlord. To cover up the embarrassment, I hid in the bathroom, while Y made up an excuse: she went to my room in her pajamas, found me not there, and the wind had accidentally slammed the door shut. At the time, we thought this was a foolproof plan. The only risk was that Girl A would find me in the bathroom (we could all accept this, since Girl A would be the one who suffered, and we'd just lose face). Y's lingerie could only be loosely explained as summer pajamas. Another risk was that Girl A wouldn't be there; if she didn't return, we were both doomed. Having exhausted all other options, I hid in the bathroom while Y went naked to knock on Girl A's door. To get her to open the door (it was past 9 pm), Y and I agreed to identify ourselves first. I locked the bathroom door and listened intently to the sounds outside. After some struggle, Y finally started knocking on Girl A's door, saying, "Hello, I'm your next-door neighbor. I'm locked out. Could you please open the door for me?" She called twice, and after about half a minute, I heard the door open, and at the same time, Y let out a scream. I really wanted to open the door to check on things, but I was afraid of causing A to misunderstand, which would be really awkward if we met as neighbors later. There was silence outside for about a minute, then I heard Y say, "Let me in first, I'm your next-door neighbor." But I felt Y's tone was hesitant. Then, after about ten seconds, I heard the door close, and I felt a little relieved. At least someone was there; I waited for Y to come to my rescue. So I waited quietly in the bathroom for Y to borrow some clothes and then open her door. Y and I had exchanged spare keys, and I could use my spare key from Y to open the door... It felt like forever; Y estimated it was about ten minutes. Waiting always feels long, especially in situations like this. I heard the door open and the sound of Y's borrowed slippers coming downstairs... A few minutes later, I heard Y and the landlord come upstairs together, followed by the landlord coming downstairs. I couldn't wait to get out; this feeling was probably similar to being saved after despair.
Y knocked on my door, and I sheepishly went back to my room with her. Y's face was incredibly red, almost dripping with moisture. Back in her room, Y started taking off her clothes to return them to girl A. After changing, she even considered putting on her own clothes. I said, "If you go in dressed like this, it'll make it seem like your sheer fabric isn't pajamas anymore. Just go naked and get your sheer fabric back, and return her clothes. Besides, we're practically across the hall, and you were naked just now too. Since you're both girls, this makes you seem more open, and your sheer fabric looks more like pajamas." Y watched me hesitate for a while, then seemed to have made up her mind and went naked to knock on A's door to change. I naturally stayed in my room. Y knocked, saying, "I'm here to return some clothes, and also to give me back my pajamas." I heard the door open across the hall, a quick opening, followed by a strange sound, and then suddenly I vaguely heard someone say, "I'm going to tell your girlfriend!" It was a very soft voice. My door was ajar, and I immediately sensed something was wrong. Then I heard a man's voice say, "Sorry, I couldn't control myself." The voice wasn't suppressed, so I heard it very clearly. I jumped in shock, and before I could even peek out, I saw Y, holding lingerie, dart into the room and slam the door shut! Then he squatted down by the door. I rushed over, looking shocked, and asked what was going on. Y didn't say anything, just grabbed my penis and put it in his mouth, licking it while saying in a seductive voice, "Fuck me, I want it!" I tried hard to suppress my desire, but for some reason, this only made me harder, and this strange feeling made it even harder.
I lifted Y up, pulled her to the bedside, and lifted her upside-down buttocks, ready to lick her vulva. When I lifted her, I realized her juices had already reached her knees. I licked hard; Y's vulva didn't have much taste, perhaps because she was so wet. Sometimes it had a slightly sweet taste, which is why I especially enjoyed licking her vulva. My mind raced with fantasies, and this feeling made me so hard I could barely control myself. I grabbed Y's buttocks, aimed at her vulva, and thrust in all the way. Y's vulva was incredibly lubricated; I felt she hadn't been this wet even the first time. As I pounded into Y like a pile driver, I asked, "Tell me, what happened? What happened?" Y, panting softly, said intermittently, "Girl A isn't here... inside... inside is her... her boyfriend..." When Y said the word "boyfriend," I almost ejaculated. I felt a very special feeling and desire surging within both Y and me. I started to control my emotions, slowly slowing down my thrusting into Y. I asked Y to tell me what had happened all this time, and to be honest, I didn't blame her. After several greetings and a few more vigorous thrusts, Y gave me a fragmented description of what had happened (I only got most of it out at that point; the rest came out gradually through subsequent encounters). After Y mustered her courage and knocked on the door twice, she still screamed in fright the moment A's boyfriend opened it. A's boyfriend, with the door half-open, stared in shock at the naked Y. Y said she hadn't covered herself at all; she didn't know where to cover herself with her hands, so she ended up half-raising her hands, naked, facing a strange man. After some hesitation, she pushed the man away and said, "Come in first." (The rest of the conversation was because I had already seen it, and there was really no other way; besides, this guy was really handsome, and when we talked about it later, I remarked that this really is a world that judges by appearance.) The guy was initially shocked by what he saw. He was playing computer games at his girlfriend's rented place when a completely naked beauty showed up at his door (my wife is really beautiful). Y said that after going in, she calmed down a bit. She briefly explained our situation to her boyfriend A and then asked him to find her some clothes. She had agreed to go change naked because she didn't want me to find out, but she didn't expect her boyfriend A to grab her breasts and rub them several times (I turned Y over, and indeed, her breasts were still a little red). That's why I heard what she said earlier... After I questioned her little by little, Y finally revealed the truth. Because I had been in the bathroom for too long, Y finally confessed that her boyfriend A had been very well-behaved until he found her clothes. But the moment Y turned around and took off her veil to change, I don't know if it was the way she was taking off the veil that aroused her boyfriend A, or it was Y's big buttocks that aroused him. Her boyfriend A suddenly grabbed Y from behind. He started touching Y. Y struggled for a while, and said that A was wearing basketball shorts and no underwear. His penis was very hard and kept pressing against Y's buttocks through the shorts. Y's breasts were particularly sensitive, and after rubbing them for a while, she almost felt weak all over. Y later said that if A hadn't been hiding in the bathroom, she would have definitely been fucked by him. In fact, Y was almost fucked in A's room. A took off his pants, and his glans was covered in Y's semen. Y was afraid that I would find out and didn't dare to scream loudly. Finally, when she said that her vagina was half-open, she told A that I was in the bathroom and that she would scream if he moved again. (Y said that although A was very handsome, she was still very nervous and scared at the time.) This finally calmed A down. In the end, A did hear the sound of me leaving the bathroom, so he couldn't help touching Y at the door, but he didn't dare to go too far. As I listened to Y tell me half of her story, I felt incredibly hard and wanted to release immediately. It was as if a new world had opened up for us. I started fucking her wildly, thrusting at high speed for over three minutes. More than two months later, Y lost control of her bladder again, collapsing weakly onto the bed, a series of thrusts followed by a stream of urine on the floor… This experience made Y and me more open with each other, slowly embarking on a long journey of pursuing love…
Our lives became richer afterward, largely due to our honesty. Perhaps at the time, we were half boyfriend and girlfriend, half friends with benefits. That night, looking at Y lying on the bed, her bladder spilled with urine, as I held her as we fell asleep, I asked her, “Was today particularly enjoyable? Was it especially exciting?” She nestled shyly in my arms, remaining silent. When I asked if she found being exposed to a strange man particularly exciting, I could clearly feel Y trembling. After hesitating for a long time, she nodded slightly in my arms. This unexpected experience, the shame of being exposed to a strange man, and the tension in her nerves almost made her lose control.
The next morning, I was woken up by Y licking me. When I woke up groggily, I looked down and saw Y diligently licking my penis. When I fucked her hard, she didn't suppress her moans. While fucking Y, I asked her, "Aren't you usually quite concerned about the neighbors hearing your moans? Why are you moaning so naturally today?" Y, when she got excited, was more likely to tell the truth. She said that her boyfriend A was very thick, at least the glans was quite big. She hadn't dared to look closely last night, but even though she was very wet, she still felt a sharp pain when her boyfriend A was about to penetrate her. If A had been a little gentler yesterday, and had rubbed against her a few more times, Y said she definitely would have been fucked, seen naked, and groped all over in the room, her vagina even being forced open. What's wrong with moaning a few times for others to hear? She wouldn't be so repressed anymore, she could do whatever she wanted. The more Y talked, the harder I got. I spread Y's legs into an M shape, grabbed her waist, and started fucking her vagina wildly. While fucking, I said to Y, "How about we make it more exciting next time? How about we expose ourselves? How about we fuck in front of others?" Y shyly replied with "Mmm...Mmm..." We both climaxed with each contraction of Y's vagina.
I remember that a month and a half after this incident, Y's boyfriend, Mr. S, stayed at Y's place three or four times. Each time, I would hear Y's suppressed moans from outside the door. Y always tried her best to suppress them so I wouldn't know. I think half of the reason I had an affair was because of Mr. S, and the other half was because of Y and me. On the last occasion, Mr. S stayed at Y's place for two days. On the second day, while Y and I were at work, Mr. S went through Y's computer and discovered our affair in our QQ chat history. That afternoon, when Y received Mr. S's accusing text message, she was completely stunned. She cried alone in a corner all afternoon. She was torn between choosing between someone who had been with her for three years and a man she had only known for a few months. I was in pain, just like her. I didn't want to lose Y either, because I had fallen deeply in love with her.
That night, Mr. S waited for us at the intersection near our place after work. I was prepared to fight, but not for anything. What I didn't expect was that Mr. S knelt at Y's feet and asked her if he had done something wrong, and asked if she could go back with him, as if nothing had happened. At that moment, I truly felt that he loved Y more than I did. Given the situation, I chose to silently walk away; it was Y who made the judgment, not Mr. S or me.
That night, I lay in bed, tormented and unable to sleep. I remember clearly, I thought I was going to lose Y. Y didn't come back until around 2 a.m., when a knock sounded at the door. When I opened it, Y stood there with red eyes. Seeing me open the door, she instantly threw herself into my arms. Y said, "You're all I have now. You can't leave me, okay?" I was so moved I almost cried. We slept in each other's arms without saying another word that night.
At that moment, I felt incredibly happy. After that, we were truly together, a real couple. Y is a good girl, and I'm so glad she chose me in the end. For almost a month afterward, we made love passionately every day, but we didn't do anything too outrageous, afraid of touching on her vulnerable side. Of course, most lost feelings fade with time, becoming just a memory, something that flashes by occasionally.
From then on, Y and I were truly together, boyfriend and girlfriend. In the beginning, Y often seemed very down, and during this time we didn't do anything inappropriate. Of course, time always heals all wounds. And after experiencing excitement, ordinary sex gradually becomes boring, so we slowly started trying different things.
One time, I remember, was around the end of October. The lingering summer heat had just faded, and the autumn winds were just beginning to blow. The weather was exceptionally cool, with a large temperature difference between day and night. Y is actually a woman who enjoys exhibitionism, especially when something truly humiliating happens; she can't control her desires. However, Y can't accept hardcore BDSM, and neither do I. We prefer something more exciting, something that would make Y feel incredibly humiliated if she were discovered. If Y were to stand naked and motionless in front of her neighbor A's boyfriend, I believe the shame would make her cum flow down her thighs. Perhaps it's because of our past experiences that I'm not averse to these things; on the contrary, I find them even more exciting. As long as we love each other, everything else is just a game of pleasure. Of course, Y's figure is indeed very good: 168 cm tall, 98 kg, C-cup, very perky breasts, and a large butt—slim where it should be, and curvy where it should be.
Y and I slowly started having sex in the hallway again, but after our previous experience, we became more cautious. However, Y and I also secretly hoped to run into other people. This mentality was really contradictory; maybe it's just cowardice, haha. Later, we tried making love on the balcony—not an enclosed one, but a terrace on the north side of my room on the 5th floor. We always made love late at night, and it felt really good to be exposed to the starlight in various positions, especially in the cooler season. Actually, that's how people gradually grow bolder. And after doing these things so often, the novelty wore off. When we were bored, we often started thinking of new games, until eventually, going for a walk after dinner without clothes became Y's habit.
One time, Y and I were walking back, and she was really aroused by my touching on the way. However, I was quite tired that day and didn't have a particularly high desire. Just as we reached the bottom of our building, I suddenly wanted to humiliate Y. She was holding my arm and rubbing her breasts against me, really wanting me to fuck her properly when we got back. After having this thought, I told Y, "I'm really tired today, I don't have much desire. You have to act a little slutty so I have the desire to fuck you." Y blushed and didn't know what to do. While opening the security door on the first floor, I said, "Let me see how horny you are." After Y followed me inside, she stood silently for a while, glancing at the lit entryway light and the dark stairwell leading up to it. Under my stunned gaze, she slowly unfastened the straps of her dress, pulled down the zipper, and stripped off completely, standing naked before me. Blushing, she handed me the dress and then carefully led me upstairs, step by step. My heart was pounding; I couldn't slow it down. It was around 8 PM. Walking from the first floor to the fifth, there was a high chance of bumping into someone. With each floor, I felt like I was about to encounter someone. In the dim light filtering in from outside, we slowly made our way to the fourth floor. The journey felt incredibly long, each step taken with extreme caution. I could feel Y's legs trembling behind me... We could hear the sound of a shower coming from the separate bathroom on the fourth floor. Y walked very carefully. When I turned on the hallway light on the fourth floor, Y screamed, which startled me as well. We listened silently to the sounds around us, making sure no one noticed. Then, Y suddenly let go of my hand, lay down on the floor, and started crawling up to the fifth floor. When Y was halfway up, I could vaguely see her vaginal discharge in the light. Looking at Y's pink vulva and the small tuft of pubic hair at the front of the inverted triangle, I was both nervous and incredibly hard. I followed Y as she crawled towards our room. Just as we reached the fifth floor, we heard the bathroom door open downstairs. Y crawled all the way to the hallway on the fifth floor, bent over, and said softly to me, "Honey, fuck me, my pussy is so itchy." I watched indifferently as Y's discharge slowly flowed from her vulva down to her knees. Seeing that I was still unmoved, she started masturbating, bending over and moaning. After playing for a while, I felt Y's desire growing stronger. While rubbing her breasts, she turned her head and pleaded softly, "Honey, please fuck me quickly, I'm so itchy I can't stand it anymore. Please fuck me, if you don't, I'll knock on A's door and let someone else fuck me." Hearing this, I couldn't resist anymore. I pulled down my pants and grabbed Y's waist, starting to fuck her. After a while, I suddenly lifted Y up and pressed her against A's door, then started fucking her hard. Y held onto the door frame as I thrust into her. Y's head occasionally bumped against the door. While fucking, I said to Y, "If A's boyfriend comes out, let him fuck you too, okay?" Y started moaning softly without restraint, responding to my question with "uh-huh." She reached orgasm with my continuous, rapid thrusts, her vagina contracting and sucking my penis. Y's vaginal fluid dripped onto my knees.
Thankfully, nothing else happened during this impulsive act, and A's room was empty. However, the novelty and excitement made Y and me lose our way. Y's desire grew stronger.
After that, during sex, I would often ask Y, "Do you want to be fucked by other men?" When she was enjoying it, Y would respond with "uh-huhs," saying she wanted to try other men. I asked her who she most wanted to be fucked by. That time, Y hesitated for a while and said she wanted to be fucked by A's boyfriend. He had a great body and a large penis; last time, his entire vagina was pushed open, and she sometimes regretted not letting him in. As she spoke, she looked at me and asked very seriously if I would dislike her or leave her if someone else slept with me. Actually, seeing Y's serious attitude, I hesitated for a long time, but I wasn't disgusted and even found it exciting, though I felt somewhat jealous and uneasy. Perhaps because Y was often "trained" by her ex-boyfriend during our relationship, I wasn't particularly disgusted by this kind of thing; I felt more excited. I seriously told Y that in some situations, I would mind if she had relations with other men, but she had to be honest with me. However, if she were to have emotional infidelity, that was something I couldn't accept. Y rushed over and hugged me, saying, "No, I will love you just the same." I also told Y that when she's happy and excited, I feel excited too, but she has to love me from the bottom of her heart; that's my bottom line. This heart-to-heart talk was actually a real turning point. Y later confessed many things I didn't know. I'll record two stories today.
First: The next day, during sex, I asked Y, "How many men have you slept with before?" Y looked at me deeply and told me three. The first boyfriend was a classmate from her first year of university. He was the one who took her virginity, but he was really small, so she didn't feel any pleasure at all. The pain of losing her virginity for the first time made her very averse to sex. Plus, he didn't know how to do foreplay, so Y had basically no desire for sex, only aversion. The second boyfriend was my ex, Mr. S. Mr. S was well-endowed and had a great penis, which allowed Y to experience the true pleasure of sex. I said, "Then the third one is me, right?" Y said, "No, once I had dinner with Mr. S's friends. Three of Mr. S's younger brothers from his hometown came to H city. The five of us drank six bottles of red wine that night, and then went to a KTV and drank more than three cases of beer, the kind that comes in cases of 12 bottles. Everyone was quite drunk. Y has a pretty good alcohol tolerance and can drink a bottle of red wine. I really can't drink. If I drink 3 ounces of red wine, I'll definitely be vomiting." That day, everyone was so drunk they were staggering. Mr. S, in particular, had been heavily intoxicated by his friends and was almost unsteady on his feet. The rooms were two standard rooms that Mr. S had booked nearby. Y and another of Mr. S's friends (let's call him Mr. B) were relatively sober. After checking in at the front desk, Y first escorted two of the people back to their rooms, then went to the other room with Mr. B. Since everyone had drunk quite a bit and it was already late at night, Mr. B suggested that Mr. S and Y stay there together, otherwise Y wouldn't be able to handle taking care of Mr. S all the way back. Y was also a little dizzy, so he agreed without much hesitation. Mr. S fell asleep snoring as soon as he was put on the bed. Mr. B went to the bathroom to take a shower first, and came out wearing only boxer shorts. Because he had also drunk quite a bit, he seemed to only realize what was happening when he saw Y, and said sorry to Y before lying down on the bed. Y thought for a moment and then went to the bathroom to shower as well. Y originally wanted to take a shower to get rid of the smell and calm herself down. Y is someone who becomes lewd when she drinks too much; a few times, when she came home drunk, Y would pin me down and ride me. Y said that after that shower, she felt even worse; the warm water made her feel extremely hot. Y said that after drying herself off, she didn't want to put on clothes; her entire body was wet, and her hands were soaked. The more she touched herself, the more she couldn't control herself. After spreading a towel on the bathroom floor, she lay down and started masturbating. Y said that she masturbated for a long time that time, moaning as she masturbated, feeling that half of the towel was wet. The more she went, the more she wanted to be fucked, but she just couldn't reach orgasm. Alcohol emboldened her, and Y is someone who enjoys excitement. She opened the bathroom door and walked out completely naked. Y said she cautiously peeked out and saw that Mr. S and Mr. B seemed to be asleep. After hesitating for a while, she walked step by step to the carpet between the two beds while rubbing her breasts and lay down to masturbate. Masturbating naked between the two men gave Y an incredibly stimulating feeling. When she was about to climax, Y couldn't control herself and cried out. Not long after, Mr. B suddenly peeked out and looked at her. Y said that Mr. B looked shocked and stared at Y with lustful eyes. Y said that under Mr. B's gaze, she continued to rub her breasts. The stimulation of being close to climax made her unable to stop. A climax made Y's whole body twitch occasionally under Mr. B's gaze. Mr. B suddenly slid off the bed and lay on top of Y, frantically stroking her whole body. After playing for a while, he forcefully spread Y's legs and began to have sex with her. Y said that she was too sensitive after her orgasm and didn't care about Mr. S, so she started groaning loudly. Finally, Mr. B pulled her up to the bedside, made her bend over next to Mr. S, and brought her to orgasm. Mr. B then ejaculated completely inside Y. Afterwards, Y spent a long time in the bathroom to expel the semen, and it took a long time to clean up the mess. She was terrified all night and secretly bought and took birth control pills the next day. She said Mr. S didn't know about this; it was a secret between Mr. B and Y.
This happened to Y and me while we were renting an apartment. It was one of the two most exciting things that happened during our time there. I remember it was around November, and the weather in H city was already quite cold. That year, through my hard work and struggle, I became the manager of our department. Because I had a good relationship with our director, and I was a very diligent worker, I was particularly eager for money right after graduation. On the day I was promoted to department manager at the company meeting, our director arranged a celebration for me that evening. Although Y and I acted well together at work, our unintentional actions always made people suspect there was something more between us. I have a very low alcohol tolerance, and because I was the main character at dinner, I was forced to drink a lot. Y was also forced to drink quite a bit because of me, though they didn't know Y's alcohol tolerance. Although I was forced to drink, I wasn't drunk yet. Later, a group of people went to a karaoke bar, and by then I couldn't drink anymore. I lay on the sofa and slept for over two hours. During this time, Y was forced to drink quite a bit more, and according to Y, I was almost tipsy. Seeing that I, the main character, was sleeping soundly, everyone quickly ended the party. My downstairs colleague helped me home. When we left, other colleagues teased Y, saying, "Don't overwork yourselves tonight." Y is the type to get wild when drunk, and he shouted, "Even if I wanted to be this lazy today, I probably wouldn't have the energy." Everyone left in a daze.
When I got home, I remember lying in bed, still conscious, but feeling dizzy and nauseous. Thankfully, I slept for a while at the karaoke bar and felt much better. With Y's help, I took off my clothes and showered. My memory is fairly clear: just as I was finishing showering, Y came in completely naked, blushing, insisting on showering with me. Still feeling dizzy, I quickly rinsed off and went to bed. The apartment was small, so the air conditioning heated up quickly. After showering, I was still dizzy and hot, so I lay naked on the bed and drifted off to sleep, the effects of the alcohol at least half gone.
I think I lay there for about 20 minutes, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, and vaguely felt someone licking me. I forced my eyes open and saw Y wearing a black stockings and a short-sleeved cheongsam that barely covered her breasts. Seeing me move, she raised her head and, while rubbing my testicles, licked my penis repeatedly, saying, "Honey, please fuck me, my pussy is so itchy." Then she bent over on the bed, one hand on my penis, the other rubbing her own vagina. I was somewhat erect, but not fully hard; I was incredibly dizzy and nauseous. She licked for about 5 or 6 minutes, but I still wasn't fully erect. Y, because she had been drinking, was particularly horny, and her vagina was soaked down to her knees. Then she sat on me, rubbing her semi-erect penis against her vagina, wetting my pubic hair. I tried to penetrate her several times but couldn't, because Y's vagina was very tight, with lots of clitoral hoods, making it very, very pleasurable to fuck her. Y, while penetrating me, said, "You're happy about your promotion today, so you should make me happy too. Hurry up and fuck me. I'm so itchy, fuck me, fuck me." Looking at Y's lewd appearance, my desire was extremely swollen, but I was powerless. Alcohol always makes people bolder and harder to control. When that thought popped into my head, I told Y without any hesitation. I said, "Go find your boyfriend A and let him fuck you. Didn't you say his dick is long and thick, and your pussy has been opened up before? Let him fuck you." Y then said, "Do I want you to fuck me? Please fuck me." The sudden thought made me feel much clearer-headed, and under the stimulation of the remaining alcohol, I was particularly bold, saying things I wouldn't dare to say before. I said, "I'll grant you this one privilege today, let you have some fun. Go knock on the door and see if your boyfriend A is there. If they're both there, you can't be fucked by him today. Go knock on the door and ask if there are any hangover medicines. My husband is drunk. Leave the door open and don't close it." I pretended to be asleep on the bed. Y said, "Are you really willing to let me sleep with someone else?" I said, "Whatever makes you happy, but if you have an emotional affair, I won't be able to accept it. And if you sleep with someone else, you have to be honest with me and be sincere with me." Y looked at me for a while and said, "You're really afraid because of me? I'm going now, you still have a chance to keep me." I said, "Go ahead, you can lie next to me and let him sleep with you if you want." I pretended to be righteous on the surface, but Y had no idea how excited I was inside. I was so excited that I felt like the alcohol was evaporating. Y stood up and said, "I'll wear this." At first glance, it was a black cheongsam that barely covered my breasts. On closer inspection, you could see a small tuft of pubic hair peeking out, and my C-cup breasts had very firm nipples protruding. There were also wet spots on my thighs. After giving me a deep look, she opened the door and went to A's room. While knocking, she said in short, rambling words, "Is anyone home? Do you have some hangover medicine?" "I'm from next door." After knocking and talking, Y stood waiting for a response. The third time, Y knocked particularly hard. Perhaps thinking no one was home, she peeked into our room and said, "It seems no one's home." There was a hint of resentment in her voice. Just as she was about to return, A's door suddenly opened, startling Y. I immediately sprang back into bed, pretending to be dead, my heart pounding.
A's boyfriend was home alone, playing games with headphones on. He hadn't heard the first few knocks, but on the third, probably due to Y's pent-up frustration and resentment, he knocked harder, and A's boyfriend heard it. Time seemed to freeze for about ten seconds; I'm sure A's boyfriend was also stunned by Y's appearance. Finally, Y spoke first, saying, "My boyfriend is drunk and asleep. Do you have any hangover medicine? I'd like to borrow some." After a moment of silence, I heard A's boyfriend say, "I'll look for it for you. It's cold outside, why don't you come in and sit down?" According to Y's description, A's boyfriend's room only had a computer desk, a bed, and a row of cabinets. After Y went in, she sat on the edge of the bed, and A's boyfriend pretended to rummage through the cabinets opposite her. Y said that during this time, she felt nervous, conflicted, and burning with desire. She sat on the edge of the bed with her legs together, rubbing them incessantly. After mustering her courage, she placed her hands on the bed edges on either side of her body before A's boyfriend turned around. When A's boyfriend turned around, he saw Y sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs constantly rubbing together. Her cheongsam couldn't completely cover the alluring tuft of pubic hair in the inverted triangle shape. A's boyfriend hesitated for a moment, then walked up to Y and pushed her down onto the bed. He spread Y's legs and began to examine them closely. Y said that when she tried to cover herself with her hands, A's boyfriend pushed them away. So she simply lay down on the bed, covering her face with her hands, her legs in an M-shape, letting A's boyfriend look at her genitals. This humiliation caused Y's genitals to occasionally contract and squeeze out a lot of vaginal fluid. After being carefully examined by A's boyfriend for another 1 or 2 minutes... Suddenly, boyfriend A spread Y's legs wide into a large M shape with both hands and took her mouth into his mouth. Y finally couldn't help but moan, her vagina being stirred by his soft tongue, accompanied by slurping sounds like drinking soup. Y's moans grew louder, as she softly and seductively cried out, "No, no!" Just as she was about to reach orgasm, she suddenly felt boyfriend A leave her. A few seconds later, she felt a hot, unusually hard penis rubbing against her vagina. When boyfriend A's large glans spread Y's vagina open, Y said the stimulation made her orgasm instantly. Y said boyfriend A's penis was about 16 or 17 centimeters long, but the glans was thick and round, and the stimulation the moment it entered sent Y to her first orgasm. Y immediately clamped her legs tightly around A's waist. While Y was still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, A spread Y's legs and began to pound into her like a pile driver. Y's moans were very loud; I believe at least several rooms downstairs could hear them. A was probably a little scared, so he covered Y's mouth with one hand and held Y's waist with the other, thrusting all the way in each time. Y said that after about 100 thrusts, she suddenly felt A thrust hard, pressing his entire body against hers. She felt a warm current, and A's penis twitched four or five times in succession, completely penetrating her vagina. Y, limp from the force of his thrusts, lay down on A's boyfriend's bed. Y said that after A pulled out his penis, he held her in his arms, kneading her breasts while looking at her and saying, "Was my hangover cure effective, you slut? After last time, I knew that one day I would be able to fuck your little slut." While fondling Y's breasts, he would occasionally stroke her soaking wet vulva, eliciting moans from Y. After about 20 minutes of this, A's boyfriend's energy gradually returned. Looking at Y, he said, "Where's your boyfriend? Why don't you stay in my room tonight? My girlfriend went back to her hometown and won't be back for a few days." Y then remembered me, struggling to get up and saying, "My boyfriend is drunk and passed out." My door wasn't closed yet. After a brief struggle with A's boyfriend, she opened the door and went into the room. Hearing the door open next door, I immediately lay back down, pretending to be asleep, my ear pressed against the wall.
I remember what happened next very clearly. Y said that when she came in, she saw me lying naked on the bed, half-covered by the blanket, my upper body bare. At first, she thought I was really asleep. After Y came in, A's boyfriend peeked in first. Seeing that I seemed to be really drunk, he became bolder. He was wearing clothes on his upper body, but completely naked from the waist down, with his penis erect. He followed Y to our bedside, pulled her over, and forced her to give him oral sex. After a short hesitation, Y took A's boyfriend's penis and started giving him oral sex. After listening to the sucking sounds for a while, Y suddenly stood up, crawled to the edge of the bed, and very lewdly stuck out her ass. She turned to A's boyfriend and said, "Fuck me hard, okay?" Then she crawled back to me and reached under the blanket to stroke my penis. Boyfriend A was probably startled by Y's actions. After watching for a while and seeing that I wasn't reacting, he looked at Y's swaying buttocks and her glistening vulva, grabbed her waist, and started fucking her. Y moaned as she lay on my waist, stroking my penis. By this time, I was fully aroused, my penis was so hard it felt like it was going to explode. Y must have sensed my state, because she pulled back the covers and started licking my penis. After seeing that I hadn't woken up after Y licked for a while, Boyfriend A started fucking Y like a jackhammer. Y was too weak to give me oral sex, and her hands began to stroke my penis more and more forcefully, shouting, "I'm coming, I'm coming, don't stop, fuck me, fuck me harder!" The scene was probably too stimulating, and Boyfriend A ejaculated all at once, pressing Y's buttocks down and thrusting all the way in, shooting all his semen into Y's vagina. I felt Y lying on top of me, completely limp, her buttocks sticking out and occasionally twitching. I was so painfully hard that I deliberately moaned. I startled A's boyfriend. After that, it felt like time and space suddenly went quiet. After a while, I heard A's boyfriend say, "I'm leaving now, I'll come back to fuck you, you slut, next time." I even tried to nudge Y's ass a couple of times, gave Y's breasts a good squeeze, and quietly closed our room door and my own room door before going back. After both doors were closed, I suddenly opened my eyes and looked at Y. Y seemed to be looking at me with some guilt, as if I wanted to say something. I pushed Y onto the bed, spreading Y's legs into an M shape. I saw a little semen leaking out from Y's clitoris during a spasm. At this point, I couldn't hold back anymore, and I sat up and started fucking Y. Her vagina was incredibly slippery and warm. Y covered her mouth tightly with both hands, and faint moans could be heard. Looking at the red handprint on Y's chest, and the warm, slippery sensation from her vagina... I thrust wildly two or three hundred times in a row, and Y finally couldn't suppress her moans as I fucked her again until she came. The warm water inside and out, combined with Y's moans, brought us to orgasm together. Exhausted by the alcohol and our physical exertion, we fell into a deep sleep, still inside each other, embracing. ...
But the next day, I remember Y regretting it. She attributed it to drunken indiscretion, but she is indeed that kind of person. Even when she's aroused, she wouldn't do something so outrageous, nor would she have the guts. Because this was our first official encounter, it left a deep impression on me. The next day at noon, Y cried for a long time, feeling it wasn't right and that I might not love her. She did a lot of work to address this, and we had a very serious talk. Of course, I completely concealed my cuckolding thoughts. Actually, I didn't know how to describe this mentality at the time; we just reached a consensus that if something like this happened again, it had to be with my knowledge and consent, and it couldn't be done without a condom. Because while it's fun, safety comes first, and it can only be a physical game, not something that affects our lives or relationship. Of course, we'll try our best to avoid such things happening in the future (this is just me being polite, hehe).

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The experiences I've shared with my wife over the past few years

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