Activities of couples

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I often see articles online about sex games, and while they seemed exciting at the time, I never considered
participating. In my mind, a wife is hers to possess exclusively; how could she let other men touch her? Even if it were a swap
, it might seem like I wasn't losing out—someone else had sex with my wife, and I had sex with someone else's wife—but I felt that even if
I had sex with ten different men's wives, if even one of them had sex with mine, I would still feel cheated and couldn't accept it.

It's not a transaction that can be calculated as equal. I'm certain that men who have played this kind of game
will have a permanent shadow and contempt in their wives' eyes. Sex is a spiritual thing. For example, if a woman
is sexually assaulted by a man, and the man thinks that the woman hasn't lost any flesh or blood, why is the woman
at a disadvantage? Because humans aren't plants or trees; that's the principle. Therefore, I've always considered this kind of sex game to be
something from another world; it's simply unacceptable to me. Of course, I don't deny
that there's a strange, inexplicably exciting, and guilty feeling when imagining one's wife being played with by another man, or
a more thrilling and criminal feeling when imagining oneself playing with another man's wife than with an ordinary woman. This might be a normal
psychological phenomenon for men, although many would deny it. But there's a gap between imagination and reality. It's said that psychological
research shows many women are excited when imagining being raped, but when the rape actually happens, they
are overwhelmed by fear and disgust, wanting only to refuse, with no excitement whatsoever. It's the same principle.

Yet, I experienced this kind of sexual game. What prompted me to participate in a
game I thought was impossible? It was caused by discovering my wife's infidelity; it could be said to be a helpless choice.

My wife and I have been married for ten years. She is 33 years old and tall and slender. We've become almost
numb to each other's sex life; we know each other's sexual preferences, erogenous zones, and orgasms like our own hands.
We often have sex only to satisfy my wife's desires, and we often need to watch porn to seek stimulation during sex.

My wife is a woman with a strong sex drive, but on the surface, she's very shy. I've always thought
there are many women in the world like my wife—seemingly quiet and aloof, but actually quite passionate. However, due
to my overconfidence, I always assumed she was just an honest and simple woman, incapable of having affairs
or one-night stands, because indeed, she seems flustered when talking to strangers.

Once, I was away on a business trip for a month, during which time I called my wife very few times. As I mentioned before, I was too
confident, thinking that as an old married couple, there was no need for constant displays of affection, and I was quite satisfied with her sex life,
so I never worried about that.

While on business trips, frankly, there are many temptations in the world. Although the hotel was only three-star, I was
frequently harassed by massage calls. I knew exactly what they wanted. Sometimes, out of curiosity or a
desire for excitement, I'd invite them up, but after a few words, I'd usually send them away. I didn't dare
do it in the hotel. Firstly, I was always afraid someone would barge in, or I'd fall into a honey trap. Secondly, my
ID was still registered at the front desk, and I didn't have the guts. Besides, the girls who came up weren't attractive enough for me
to risk it. One night, I suddenly felt quite excited, my genitals were itchy, and I
really wanted hold a woman in my arms; I should take care of it. I had seen online that there were those dark
dance halls in this city (I won't mention names or addresses here for confidentiality reasons). The women there
were different from the hotel girls; most were mature women, and some were even married. Having fun with someone else's wife had always been
a little dream of mine. Afterwards, I knew it wasn't interesting on the spot, but I still wanted to try it afterwards. So,
my feet involuntarily led me to that dance hall.

At first, I couldn't see anything; it was pitch black. Later, I adjusted and found it wasn't so dark; I could still
see people. After more than an hour of testing the waters, and a few dances, I learned
the details from the dancers. So I became bolder, and a bit numb. With an indifferent attitude,
I casually asked one of the dancers about her situation while dancing. She was married and going through a divorce, fair-skinned and plump,
and although not young, she still had some beauty. I asked, "Want to do it?" I knew some women here were available. She
directly answered the price, saying there were private rooms nearby. I asked, "What do you do?" She replied, "Whatever you want." I said, "Anything you want
?" She replied, "Yes." I decided to be blunt, and I didn't expect her to agree. I imagined she
would just laugh and call me a pervert. Afterwards, I admired my own audacity. My request was that
she use her mouth, and then I would ejaculate in her mouth, which she would drink. Few women would agree to such a request, but
this woman actually nodded readily. I couldn't believe it, so I checked again to make sure she wasn't
joking. She later said that she agreed because I seemed different from others, with a refined air; it was
her first time doing something like that. So, in the private room, this scene unfolded: someone else's wife sucked my penis
, and I ejaculated into her mouth in spurts. I was worried she wouldn't be able to handle it and might spit it out,
but she calmly accepted it all. I deliberately took out my phone and checked it in the light; her mouth was indeed full of
white semen. I said, "Swallow it." She did, and when I checked again, it was indeed completely swallowed
. I was very excited; my semen was now being consumed by someone else's wife, and I felt a
sense of satisfaction .

But things are often like this: while you're playing with someone else's wife, your own wife might be being played with by someone else, and you
just don't know it.

About a week after I returned home from my business trip, I accidentally
checked my wife's QQ again and saw something that shocked me. While I was away on a business trip, my wife had an affair—
not just a one-night stand, but several. The man was from out of town, and I didn't know him.

I already knew my wife's QQ password. My wife isn't very tech-savvy and didn't know that QQ history needed to
be cleaned regularly. Although I'm not very computer-savvy either, I was curious one time and, following an online tutorial, cracked
my wife's QQ password. Since we used the same computer, cracking the password was relatively easy. I secretly
peeked a few times; besides her boring chats with a few female friends, it wasn't very interesting, so I rarely did it after that.
I went online to check. Out of boredom, I glanced at the chat history and discovered a shocking secret: my wife had been
having an affair with someone she met online within just a few weeks. This guy had traveled all the way from another city
to this hotel while I was away, and he slept with her. The chat history showed it happened four or five times
. When I was about to return, the guy wanted to maintain a long-term relationship and wanted to come over anytime, but my wife refused
. Seeing them exchanging intimate messages on QQ, I suddenly
felt a sense of humiliation, a rush of blood to my head, and a strong sense of excitement. If it hadn't actually happened, I would never have imagined that
discovering my wife's infidelity would feel like this. Without thinking, I rushed to the kitchen;
she was cooking. I grabbed her and dragged her to the bedroom, not even taking off her shirt, and pulled down her pants, making her bend over
. I didn't mention anything about that incident, but in my mind, it was this buttocks, this lower body—my wife's
lower body—that had been seen and played with by another man. My penis was incredibly aroused and erect. Normally, there was never
so much fluid coming out; it was dripping profusely. I thrust in quickly, hard,
very deep . My wife cried out, seemingly very excited. Unlike usual, this time I ejaculated after only a few thrusts,
shooting it all inside her. Instantly, I felt all the blood in my body sink like lead, rapidly sinking, and an extreme
sense of satisfaction filled me, sending my pleasure soaring to the heavens. Afterwards, I went back to the living room without saying a word. She was definitely a little
confused, because usually I don't finish so quickly and I'm usually more considerate of her. She came out and only said, "
What's wrong with you today?" before going back to cooking. I really wanted to question her, but I was afraid she'd think my behavior
was incomprehensible. Yes, why was I so excited knowing my wife had slept with another man? So I endured it.
Dinner tasted like cardboard. About an hour after dinner, I finally couldn't hold back anymore. Pretending to have just discovered it, I
suddenly appeared in front of her, fuming, and told her directly that I had found her QQ chat history, threatening her not
to hide it. In a state of shock, she confessed everything. After I left, she,
as a woman, also had desires, so she met a very polite man in a chat room, and they started
dating via QQ. My wife was initially worried about safety and didn't give him her phone number. A few days later, the
man came to the city, first arranging a place to have dinner with her. In the private banquet room, the man put his arm around
her. She initially resisted, but his hand quickly touched her breast, and she resisted again.
In the excitement, the two went to a hotel and checked into a room. I really couldn't accept this and flew into a rage. She either remained silent,
apologized, or even knelt down, begging me not to abandon her. I truly don't understand. Does marrying a woman with
low libido won't cheat on her husband? Or does marrying a woman who's sexually active
mean problems will arise if you neglect her? I deeply love my wife; it takes incredible courage to even consider divorcing her. In the days that followed,
although the humiliation wasn't as intense as when I first found out, and I considered enduring it, the shame
would . While my wife's tenderness and apologies sometimes offered some relief,
the humiliation intensified when I was alone or watching similar scenes in TV dramas. Although I want to give my wife a
lifetime of commitment, my heart won't allow it; my subconscious can't let go. The thought of divorce grows stronger and stronger.

During that period, I didn't want to go to work. Whenever I saw my wife, I wanted to have sex with her. Partly it was to vent my anger, and partly,
undeniably, it was like re-examining her body. The thought of another man being sexually aroused made
her seem quite sexy, and a strange excitement and urge surged within me. I wanted
to have sex with her, even imagining that the man seeing her ass, her labia, her white breasts, and how happy he must be. What was I doing
while my wife was being scrutinized and played with ? No matter what the excitement or novelty, it couldn't suppress the thought of divorce. Six months later, that thought finally became a decision. Around that time, I met someone in a chat room who wanted to have sex with me. The couple was around our age, in their early thirties, both working in engineering . Initially, I didn't see their photos. I said we had never participated in such things, but they said they had once or twice and wanted our photos. I was worried about safety and firmly refused; neither of us wanted to send photos first. They understood. I guess his wife wasn't around at the time. We exchanged QQ numbers and logged off. The reason I was able to chat with them was because I was already planning to get a divorce. Since I was going to get a divorce anyway, why not try having sex again? Of course, although I had thought about it before, I had never taken it seriously. This time, the conversation with them was quite congenial. Two days later, I logged into QQ again and found their message, inviting me to continue chatting sometime. That evening, we met on QQ again, and I felt they were quite proactive and sincere. I knew very well that once we actually had sex, I would have no choice but to get a divorce. This time, we still didn't know what they looked like, only that they were both rather quiet and reserved. The man was 172 cm tall, and the woman was 162 cm. A few days later was May Day, and they invited us to visit their city, which I accepted. I knew that promises made online could be broken. I said I needed to talk to my wife first. After logging off QQ, I went back into my wife's body. After days of probing and questioning, I finally managed to extract some limited details about her extramarital affair. Hearing this, I felt incredibly excited. She said her lover liked to sit on the sofa smoking, watching her bent over on the opposite side of the bed, her buttocks raised high, her face turned towards him as she chatted. Then he would make her kneel before him and suck his penis, and they also liked to lick each other's anuses. I pressed him about whether he used a condom, and the answer was no. I was furious. I asked, "Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?" She said he liked to ejaculate in her mouth. I said, "You swallowed it?" She said she absolutely refused, spitting it all out. The thought of my wife's mouth, meant for eating, being used to provide sexual services to that man, to receive his ejaculate after he had finished on her, to lick his excrement, sent a surge of inexplicable happiness to my head, my heart pounding , and I was about to climax. This humiliating climax didn't escape her notice. I have to admit...

Thinking about that incident, I was quite excited. I also took the opportunity to test her, saying, "Ever since that incident,
I've felt humiliated. How about I play with someone else's wife too?" At first, she always avoided the topic
, but after I asked more, she said, "If you play with someone else's wife, will you forgive me?" I said yes. She said
no one else's wife would let me play with her. So I brought up the topic of adult games. She disagreed, and I said
I couldn't stand it anymore anyway, so let's get a divorce. She said, "Then with whom?" I said, "Anyway, not with that man.
Seeing him makes me want to punch him. I'll contact a couple." That's how I firmly decided on it.

In extreme conflict and hesitation, the two couples still met on May Day.
There's a famous mountain in that city, and we agreed to go there. There's an internet cafe downstairs from their house, and we agreed to meet there
. A man in a black shirt and gray pants was already waiting at the entrance of the internet cafe. When he saw us coming, he took the initiative
to greet us. After a few simple and somewhat awkward pleasantries, I arrived at his house in a daze.
The woman of the house greeted me as soon as I opened the door; she was very fair-skinned with long hair—that was my first impression. I knew she was observing
me too, so I didn't dare look too closely. Later, I learned she wore contact lenses; she usually wore frameless glasses,
looking like an ordinary, intellectual woman. But without her glasses, she was quite charming. During tea, neither of us spoke much.

I clearly remember thinking at the time, "This man's fair-skinned wife is about to be mine."
But both of us seemed calm, without the expected excitement, and the atmosphere wasn't lively. There was a photo of the
couple . I became suspicious. I'd heard of people playing casual sex games, using only their lovers
, or even hiring prostitutes as substitutes. I asked if I could see their photos, and the man readily agreed, going to the inner
room to retrieve an album. The woman had changed slightly from her younger days, but it was clearly the same person;
there was also a photo of the two of them at their wedding. As agreed, we also showed each other our marriage certificates. Later, the hostess got up and said she was going to
serve the food, and everyone ate and chatted. Some of the food was store-bought, and some was homemade by the couple; the taste seemed
pretty good , though I don't remember exactly, because my mind wasn't on the food, and I don't even know where I was. I had
considered giving up more than once, but I always held back, thinking about the divorce, and gritted my teeth and sat down
.

The conversation was open and honest, mostly about current events and TV dramas. The two women
eventually switched seats, looking at each other's jewelry and chatting quite congenially. Everyone had a little to drink, knowing, intentionally or unintentionally
, that alcohol helps people relax. While the two women were clearing the dishes, the man and I sat
on the sofa next to us, smoking. He asked what kind of DVD we wanted to watch. I said anything was fine, and he said he had porn. Emboldened by the alcohol, I boldly
said, "Play it." Not long after, the two women returned from the kitchen to collect the dishes, and the hostess casually
remarked, "Oh, you've got your eye on something?" No wonder he's been involved in adult games; he's much more open-minded than my wife. My wife gave me
a sharp sneer. The two women went back to the kitchen to clean up. The two men casually
watched porn while chatting idly, making small talk. Thinking about what was about to happen, I started to feel
my heart race. But the more shy I acted, the more shy I became. So I pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "
How do we play later?" He said he had two rooms and we could do it separately. I said either way was fine, but actually I preferred
doing it together. I thought that if the other person led their wife into a room I couldn't see
, I'd be worried and uneasy, and it would be more exciting to watch. The man said he was worried my
wife wouldn't agree, but his wife was fine. I said, "I'll talk to her later." When the two women finished cleaning up and came to sit
, the man said, "Shall we switch seats?" I really wanted to slap him, but it was just
a fleeting thought. I nodded in agreement. His woman sat down next to him, and my wife had no choice but to sit down as well. Both men
casually put their hands on the women's shoulders. Unexpectedly, although their hands were on each other's shoulders,
there was a sudden silence; everyone seemed to be staring at the television. The actors were
performing intently, and they were currently filming a scene where the male actor was giving the female actor oral sex. It was a foreign film, and the women's genitals were displayed without any concealment
in front of the two couples. I wondered what they were thinking. After what seemed like a long time, I broke
the silence first, turning my head to kiss the man's wife. Her face was definitely made up; she smelled quite nice,
a feminine scent. Seeing my action, the man on the other side began to put his other hand around my wife. The woman turned around
and casually switched off the chandelier, plunging the room into darkness, with only the dim light from a wall lamp and the television
.

My wife seemed to be rejecting the man. I pretended not to see anything, and whether to encourage my wife or
the man, I kissed his wife again, this time more passionately, my hands even on her breasts. Unexpectedly,
the other woman spoke up: "Right here?" We looked at each other, and I said yes. The man then asked
my wife: "Is it okay here?" My wife shook her head, indicating her disagreement. The man looked at me, and I gave him
a look, meaning, forget about the formalities, just continue. Then he started kissing his wife again. The man
started hugging and kissing my wife, who remained silent, her head down. I saw the man's hand slip
under my wife's white shirt with black stripes, and he started groping her through her bra. I thought to myself, "You're pretty quick." I felt jealous,
knowing my wife was done for, given to someone else. My hand, not to be outdone, reached under his wife's bra. The underwire
was stiff, so I couldn't feel her breasts. I hurriedly reached behind to unhook her bra, not very skillfully, but she
arched her upper body to cooperate, waiting for me to unhook it for her. I felt an overwhelming urge to touch the woman's breasts first, as if I were afraid she'd beat me to it
. I was thinking, "I can back off now, it's not too late." But an impulse, a dazed,
urge, led my hand to the woman's breast. The first sensation was a hard nipple, so
stimulating. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the man of the house seemed quite interested in kissing,
constantly kissing my wife's lips. My wife lay on the sofa back with her eyes closed. I never imagined I'd be so
open, with four people openly doing this, and in front of my wife, watching another man
play with her. But what could I say? I had to grit my teeth and move on. Luckily, I had...
There was also a captivating woman, her alluring body seemingly beckoning to you through the mist.

I didn't notice when the man slipped his hand inside my wife's bra;
I can't recall many of the details. What I do remember vividly is the continuous moans of excitement from the woman in the pornographic film. But
I noticed that he groped my wife's legs through her pants for a while, then started unbuckling her belt. His mouth was still kissing
my wife, but his right hand was already at work. Summer clothes are light, so the belt came undone quickly, and his hand slipped
inside. When he touched her, my wife reflexively leaned back. I thought to myself: "Damn it, he finally
touched her; someone has touched my wife's genitals." At that moment, I noticed his wife was watching too. So
I started unbuckling her pants, tossing her black outer trousers aside. As I started pulling down her underwear, I realized her husband
was looking this way. I thought: "Perfect, let him watch me pull down your wife's pants." The man's right
hand was rubbing my wife's genitals while he looked this way. I think he probably had the same thought as me. I
started focusing on taking off his wife's pants. The visual impact of the woman's hips and thighs against the patterned thong was very
strong; I could feel myself getting wet. I wanted to pull them off little by little—no, I wanted her to change positions, turn her back
, and stick her butt out high. His wife was really understanding, obedient, and cooperative. I like obedient
women during sex. If a woman is too opinionated and hesitant during sex, refusing to do what you ask, it's disappointing
. It's women who can satisfy a man's fantasies and desires at any time that are truly satisfying. Soon,
her white buttocks and the cleft of her thong were revealed before me. I started pulling down her panties, little by little, first
exposing her anus, then her labia, until her entire genitals were in front of me. I looked, groping with my hands. I turned
to look at my wife; she was still covering her eyes with her hands. The other man seemed to enjoy using his mouth, starting to lick my wife's genitals
. I asked him, "How is it? Is she wet?" He, engrossed in his task, didn't hear me clearly and asked, "What?"

I said, "Is she wet?" My purpose in asking this was twofold: to get my wife to stop keeping her eyes closed and
to see if she was aroused. I knew she was very wet. If she was wet, it was just an act
; she was actually quite horny. The other man answered, "Wet." Damn, I didn't know if it was true, so I continued to
touch his woman. Her breasts were so soft. I like fair-skinned women; this woman, although not as smooth as my wife's
, was very fair, and she also started to enjoy it with her eyes closed. I whispered in her ear, "How do we do it? Should we use
a condom ?" I hoped she would answer yes, because that would prove they were hygienic. She nodded, got up,
took out condoms from the drawer next to the sofa, and handed a few to her man; apparently, they had prepared them beforehand. At this moment, my
wife opened her eyes and watched the other man tearing open the condom packaging. I immediately averted my gaze to avoid
embarrassing my wife if we met eyes. The woman casually pulled out a condom and said, "I'll put it on you." I
turned slightly away and simply pulled down my pants completely. To be honest, I don't like the feeling of a woman putting a condom on me;
her nails are so long, sometimes they prick me. Because of nervousness, I wasn't very hard. I saw the man put it on himself
.

I suddenly blurted out without thinking, "Let's go inside and do it." So the two men each carried
their women into the bedroom. A clean sheet was laid on a large bed in the master bedroom. Two pairs of naked bodies
lay on either side of the bed. The men tried to enter the women beneath them. I suddenly thought, what is a bridal
chamber?

The ancients were truly ingenious; it's a room with a hole. I glanced at the man beside me, thinking,
I'm going to fuck your wife. A sense of revenge spurred me to quickly enter his wife's already wet body
.

The man also arched and began to move. A wave of bitterness washed over me. I cursed inwardly, "Fuck your
wife."

My body tightened, and the woman moaned beneath me with her eyes closed. We both ejaculated quickly. I didn't feel
particularly happy; I was more nervous. I usually don't ejaculate this fast. I remember the other man ejaculated first, right on
top of my wife. I ejaculated last, like I'd completed a task. Afterward, I immediately sobered up and
felt ashamed. How could I have done such a thing? I immediately suggested we take a shower so I could wash my wife. They
politely said, "You're guests, please go first." In the bathroom, my wife still had her head down, her arms around my waist, and
said softly, "Let's go home." I suddenly felt incredibly guilty. Had I ruined her? Had I taken advantage of her
? But then I thought, either you've already been used by someone else, or
you're going to divorce me anyway, why pretend? Isn't this all your fault? Of course, she didn't know I'd already planned to divorce her. Now she just kept in line with
me. I felt a surge of hatred mixed with a thrill, thinking about how her body had just been violated. I got hard again
. I made her turn around, holding onto the edge of the bathtub. I was going to enter from behind. We didn't need a condom
, so I just went in. As I penetrated, I thought, this hole was just enjoyed by another man.
Was this what it felt like when he penetrated me? I asked her, "Were you excited just now?" She didn't answer. Just then, the couple
pushed open the door a crack and laughed, "Do it here? Or come out and do it. I'll do it with my wife too." I thought, "
You've seen us anyway," and said, "If you want to do it, come in too." They came in. I felt embarrassed
, but I could only continue slowly penetrating. The man was actually squatting there watching me have sex with my wife.
It was quite exciting to have a third party watching our private affair like this. The man tentatively asked, "
Let's all play together. Can I go in from the front?" I knew he meant he wanted my wife to give me oral sex, so I said
okay. The man stepped into the bathtub, his penis right in front of my wife's face. My wife kept her mouth shut, so I slapped
her buttocks and said, "Be good." The man then easily inserted his penis into my wife's mouth. Seeing my wife
sucking another man's penis in front of me made me want to fuck her even more. The man moved back and forth, and seeing me
slap my wife's buttocks earlier, he probably had the same urge too, and reached over to slap her buttocks as well. Seeing my wife being punished by
another man, I felt a mix of emotions, but since this was a game, I couldn't
be so restrictive, so I kept quiet. Seeing my acquiescence, the other man became even more enthusiastic.

I said, "I want to slap your wife's buttocks too." I turned to his wife, who was watching, and said, "You bend over too."
Let me slap her a couple of times. She remained obedient, holding onto the sink, trying to raise her skin as high as possible. I slapped her buttocks repeatedly
.

And so it went, I was having sex with my wife's vagina, he was having sex with my wife's mouth, I was slapping his wife's buttocks, he was slapping
my wife's buttocks. This position wasn't planned beforehand. At the time, it didn't feel too stimulating, but
thinking back, it was quite exciting. My wife, I don't know if she was being fucked by me or by that man, was
moaning below. Suddenly, the man excitedly said to me: "Shall I ejaculate in her mouth?" I
thought to myself, my wife's mouth has already been filled by another man. So I nodded. My wife heard this and
made a long, disapproving sound below, but I ignored her, and she didn't move away. The two of them continued thrusting.
Not long after, the man thrust his hips and ejaculated. My wife choked and coughed, spitting out the semen. Seeing this
, I quickly became aroused. I hugged his wife, who understood that I was going to ejaculate in her mouth. She
turned around and knelt beneath me. I was about to transfer my penis into her mouth when she asked me to wash first. So I took
the showerhead, turned on the cold water first, and soon the warm water came out, which she used to wash me. Then she knelt there and
gave me oral sex. Because we had already done it once, this time it was slower. Some men with premature ejaculation
like to use a second time to prolong the time. My wife rinsed her mouth at the sink. The man sat
on the edge of the bathtub, resting and watching. When I saw the toilet, I suddenly had a stimulating thought. I thought, I
'll use his wife's mouth as the toilet, and her mouth is now my toilet, so I'll reach orgasm quickly.
The man clearly saw my penis reach orgasm in his wife's mouth. His wife also
spat out the semen into the sink. After ejaculating, I lost interest, which I found strange. Before,
I couldn't stand it if other men spoke even a few words to my wife; I didn't want it. Now, watching another man ejaculate in my wife's mouth was
unbearable. Maybe it's because we're getting a divorce.

After doing this twice, I felt very tired. Before I knew it, it was already 2 AM. We had to climb
the mountain the next day. Everyone was probably exhausted, so we quickly showered and went to sleep in separate rooms. My wife said she wanted to go home.

I wanted to go home too; I didn't want to play anymore. It felt absurd. But train tickets for May Day were hard to buy, and
the return tickets they bought for us in advance hadn't arrived yet. At the same time, I felt that neither wife had experienced much sexual satisfaction during this game
, because the first time was too pleasurable, and the second time it was oral sex. But it was obvious that both
wives were very obedient and compliant. Lost in these thoughts, I fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, perhaps I was awakened by the noise from the outer room. The couple was already up,
tidying up the house outside. I lay there for a while, recalling the events of the previous night. My wife woke up beside me,
saying nothing, just tracing lines on my chest with her fingers, lost in thought. I said, "Get up." We got dressed
and got up. As we were leaving, I stood there and hugged my wife, asking her, "Were you excited last night? Tell
the truth." I don't know if she was just being polite or genuine, but her answer was, "A little." Actually, I knew very well that
she was a woman with a strong sex drive.

During the day, we walked up the mountain along the winding road, stopping frequently. We agreed to take turns; the man
and my wife walked a short distance ahead, and his wife and I followed behind. Nothing particularly special happened along the way, except
for one scene that stuck with me: while going up the steps, that man actually put his hand on my wife's buttocks
. Damn it, he molested my wife right in front of me! Then I thought, "We've already done it, so let him touch me." Later, my wife
quickly pried his hand away.

The day passed peacefully and slowly. Sometimes I was with my wife, sometimes with his
wife. We both tacitly understood; that man must have had the same thought as me—
he'd seen what the other woman's genitals looked like. That itchy penis had also enjoyed itself inside her. His wife's
mouth, while she was eating lunch and drinking, had also been penetrated by his penis. I thought, this is the real thrill of sex
. My wife seemed much more relaxed and uninhibited.

In the evening, we ate dinner at a restaurant outside, splitting the bill, a revolving restaurant on the top floor of a four-star hotel
. The gradually darkening night was beautiful. I stared at his wife's breasts and suddenly had the
urge to touch them again.

After dinner, back at his house, this dream came true. This time, everyone quickly got into the mood. I
thoroughly enjoyed the breasts that had been so alluring in the restaurant. His wife's breasts were bigger than mine, probably a C-cup
, and the nipples were large—very stimulating to look at. The man, with more experience, suggested
that his two wives stand naked on the sofa with their legs spread, having a beauty contest to see the differences in their genitals. We moved a
stool and sat opposite them, smoking and watching. His wife had more pubic hair than my wife, and my wife's labia minora were
larger than his wife's; the appearance of their vaginas did indeed differ somewhat. Just then, the man's phone rang. He went to answer it.

I stood up and instructed the two women to get into a position: my wife lay on the sofa, and his wife
straddled her from behind. I put on a condom and entered her from behind. This way, my wife would see a close-
up of me having sex with another woman, and I'd be punishing her for cheating on me.
Now I was letting her watch me cheat; why even bother cheating? I was doing it right in front of her. The man quickly finished his
call, then came over, took off his underwear, and inserted his penis into his wife's mouth. So, I was penetrating his wife, who was moaning, her mouth
stuffed with his penis. Later, he put on a condom and inserted his penis into my wife's vagina
.

His wife was watching a close-up of her husband having sex with another woman. At this point, I started slapping his wife
's white buttocks again. He couldn't reach my wife's buttocks, so he reached out and slapped his own wife's left buttock, while I slapped his wife's
right buttock. As we were penetrating, I suddenly had a whimsical idea. Since we were all quite familiar with each other, I didn't need to ask for her
permission; I directly commanded his wife, "Get up and kneel in front of me. I'm going to ejaculate on your face." The
woman looked up at her husband, who nodded. She then turned around and knelt before me. I took off the
condom, masturbated with one hand, and used the other to touch her beautiful breasts. These breasts were much more satisfying than my wife's. I made
her rub my scrotum with one hand. Midway through, I deliberately turned around and commanded her to lick my buttocks, and she obediently did so.
"Do it, lick my ass." I wanted to make his wife lick my ass in front of that man. Using my hand was fast;
I ejaculated quickly, covering his wife's face. Some semen dripped onto her breasts, so I smeared it
on her nipples.

Her husband wasn't polite either; he thrust in and out of my wife's vagina for a while, and before ejaculating, he pulled out his penis,
removed the condom, and ejaculated onto my breasts. The man and I each used toilet paper to clean
the semen from our wives. Finally, we all took a shower together.

Because our train was early the next day, we didn't sleep in too late. Early the next morning, we hurriedly
left the city, agreeing never to bother each other again.

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