My journey with my wife

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I've been married to my wife for over nine years, and she's my fourth girlfriend. It took me over a year to truly understand her sexual history.

Some netizens might not believe that such a promiscuous woman exists, but it's true. She's very voluptuous. She later told me that because her breasts were so large, people at school nicknamed her "Wet Nurse." I remember when our company was doing a promotional event at a large shopping mall, I saw a very voluptuous girl, about 160cm tall, very cute, and fair-skinned. Later, I ran into her again while buying water, and we chatted for a bit. I learned she was a student working part-time and just hanging out. I stared intently at her breasts and asked her to go out with me that night. She readily agreed. After dinner, we strolled down the street together, and she asked me to carry her on my back. We had a lot of fun then.

That evening at the hotel, I asked her if I could stay. She didn't object, and naturally we ended up in bed together, but neither of us took off our clothes. We talked about other things at first, then she asked me to hold her, and I started caressing her. She didn't object and seemed to enjoy it. I caressed her breasts, and she started moaning. It was obvious she hadn't done it in a long time. We caressed each other for a long time, and my penis became incredibly hard. I secretly pulled down my pants, but she noticed. Then something unexpected happened. When she saw my penis, she acted like a starving person seeing food, actively grasping it and saying, "Wow, that's a big thing!" She started sucking it vigorously.

Her technique was excellent, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Watching a full-figured, white girl suck your penis—I think every man would feel happy and excited.

She licked me for about half an hour. She was surprised I could last so long, and I was surprised too, because my girlfriends used to lick me for a while and then say, "My mouth is so sore, yours is too thick, let me rest for a bit." I was always disappointed. But she seemed to really enjoy being licked by men. It was obvious she liked sucking men's penises; otherwise, she wouldn't have licked so willingly for so long. When I saw her sucking my penis, she thought I was having an erection and said, "Don't come so quickly, I want to lick a little longer!" Later, she said she really liked my type of penis, which showed she'd been with many men.

About 20 minutes later, I started to feel very intense pleasure.

I said, panting, "I'm about to cum!" My original intention was to tell her I had sex, and she spat out my penis. But to my even greater surprise, she didn't spit it out; instead, she increased the speed, making me unable to hold back any longer, and I ejaculated into her mouth. That was the second time I had ejaculated into a girl's mouth, and she didn't spit it out but drank it. This excited me greatly, and I was a little surprised. I had ejaculated into the mouths of other women before, but I had never drunk it.

Later, I definitely satisfied her; it seemed like I ejaculated inside her.

Afterward, she lay on top of me and chatted for a while, even kissing my penis.

In the middle of the night, she started giving me pure oral sex. By "pure," I mean using my mouth from beginning to end, including when I ejaculated into her mouth, which she swallowed mouthful by mouthful. We did it on and off until midnight. Later, we exchanged phone numbers, and the next day she called me and said she had never been so thoroughly satisfied before, and her legs went weak in class. Her vagina was swollen and constantly leaking fluid. During this time, she had been in a relationship with a lover for six months. I caught her with that man in her dorm. He had her shirt pulled up over her head, her bra unhooked, and her trousers pulled down to her buttocks. I called to break up with her, but she didn't say anything. Later that night, she took a taxi to my place

and slept there. Around midnight, we talked about many things from the past. She cried and told me she didn't want to leave me, that she wouldn't do it again, and I agreed. So we didn't break up. After graduating from university, she went to teach Chinese to international students at a language institute, and a long time passed.

One day, I arranged to meet her at her dorm at the language institute that evening. We finished dinner around 7 pm, and she went to work teaching English at the university's night school. I had to wait in her dorm. At that time, her dorm didn't even have a TV, let alone a computer, so she could only pass the time by reading.

I intentionally or unintentionally read her diary, and what she wrote there made my blood boil. How could she do this! After she went home, I took out my penis and started having sex with her, but for some reason, it happened very quickly. I ejaculated in just a few strokes. She wouldn't have it. "Why so fast today?" I said, "I don't know. Do you still want it?" She noticed something was wrong with me, so I said, "We've been together for almost a year. How come I didn't know you kept a diary?"

She gasped and didn't say anything. She cried and smashed everything in her hands. She even slapped me.

I secretly glanced at her, feeling a strange mix of emotions. I asked her what was wrong. She slowly hugged me, knelt down, and cried, saying she really intended to be serious with me. I asked what was wrong, and it turned out she had been with so many men. At first, she said she had slept with five men.

Later it became seven or eight, and then she confessed that there were about fifteen in total. Because some one-night stands couldn't be confirmed. In the year she was with me, she secretly had sex with two other men, each more than five times. I say secretly because she swore that she only slept with me at the time! The situation with the fifteen men was roughly like this: In her freshman year of college, her boyfriend took her virginity, letting her experience the pleasure of sex.

During her winter break that year, she went back to her hometown and had a relationship with what she claimed to be her first love. This man wasn't very stamina-wise, but recovered quickly and could have sex multiple times each time. Back at school, she had a relationship with a married English teacher who was sexually capable; she still cherishes the memory (and it lasted until graduation).

During her summer job, she slept with many random men, at least for two nights each time. Until graduation, she also had one-night stands with several students on campus (two of whom were in her class). After graduation, she went to the language institute and slept with two men in six months. One was her officemate; he had a large penis but average technique. His wife lived in another city, and they often had sex at his home.

The other was a blonde foreign exchange student from Australia with excellent technique. Many people on campus knew about this. His penis was large, very white, and about 20cm long—the largest penis she had ever had. She said she was lucky he wasn't the first to sleep with her, otherwise she definitely wouldn't have been able to handle it; he was very muscular.

His pubic hair was blonde, and he liked to kiss her vulva. Then he licked her anus, and he did it so well that she knelt down and begged him to have sex with her.

They often made love in his dorm room, inseparable. When she first met that foreigner, she didn't know much about oral sex.

The Australian exchange student gradually enlightened her. That foreigner always wanted to have sex with her anus, but she disagreed because he didn't like wearing condoms. He always managed to pull out his penis before ejaculating. I asked her where he ejaculated in the end, and she said the exchange student asked if it was okay to ejaculate in her mouth.

She said she didn't know if all foreigners were like that, so she agreed. In the end, the Australian exchange student ejaculated in her mouth. I asked if she ate it, and she said she did. I asked her what about the man in the office? She said it felt different; that man was very gentle, as if she was the one who initiated it. That foreigner was quite good at it, very creative, probably experienced with women. After we got married, she even said to me, "I wish your penis was like that foreigner's." I immediately slapped her across the face, making her cry. If you include me, she slept with six men in less than two years.

The reason she's said to enjoy seeking thrills isn't just reflected in the quantity. Once, during her junior year summer vacation, her then-boyfriend invited her over. Because it was summer vacation, the school was very quiet, and many thrilling things happened that time. For example, she licked her boyfriend's penis behind a teaching building, licked him in the last row of a small classroom, and even had sex in the classroom. During the summer vacation, only her boyfriend and another classmate remained in the dormitory.

Later, her boyfriend had sex with her in the middle of the night, making a lot of noise, and the other roommate, who slept on the top bunk, must have woken up.

She went to pee, probably holding it in for a long time. Her boyfriend told her he must have heard everything and was incredibly excited. He said, "I'm masturbating. Want to let him have sex with me?" She was initially angry, but after her boyfriend's repeated requests, she agreed. She said she could have two men at once, as long as they didn't hurt her. She was quite open about it, since both men had slept with her before. Her boyfriend and the other student in the upper bunk had discussed it, but the other student was still embarrassed. I asked if it was a threesome, and she said it was one-on-one, not like in porn where one person does it first and the other takes turns, without giving one oral sex or penetrating the other simultaneously.

One detail: to stimulate her boyfriend, they lit candles (the school lights go out at 11 pm). When the second guy did it, because he ejaculated inside her, it was too slippery and not stimulating, so she asked the second guy to take his penis out and clean it thoroughly before continuing. Her boyfriend, wiping sweat from his brow and putting on his shorts, squatted in front of the dorm, holding up a candle

and watching another classmate have sex with her right in front of him. Later, she said she always missed the dim candlelight and the school dormitory filled with the smell of fish and sweat. Another time, she had just met a very handsome boy at a friend's party and teased him, reaching under the table to his crotch and touching his penis, pulling back the foreskin to expose the head. She

kneaded his penis. Later, she simply pushed the boy into the men's restroom and gave him oral sex until he ejaculated.

"Was it good?" I asked. She said that young boys taste different. That boy's was really strong, showing that he hadn't been with a woman in a long time. It was a bit dry. Also, because there were many men, it was inevitable that they would do it around the same time.

For example, once, after a one-night stand with a man, there was still some fluid left in her vagina from when they had done it at six in the morning. At eight in the morning, her boyfriend called her to do it again, asking her why she was so wet. She said she missed him so much. She said sometimes she would kiss other men with my bodily fluids still in her mouth. What I admired most about her was that she could remain calm and collected after having sex with men in her office.

Before we got married in 2000, we had three threesomes, all with the same person—an English teacher from her teachers' college. She had slept with him during her sophomore year, and I could tell she really liked him. Later, she said she wanted to do it with him again before we got married, and also because she didn't want to cheat on me. I wondered if I would look down on her for this. I felt like I was being cuckolded, a feeling I couldn't describe. I felt a bit resentful, but it all turned into sexual excitement. My penis seemed much bigger than usual this time. Because I had never been so excited before, I agreed, even adding, "Remember to use a condom!" Analyzing my wife's promiscuity, it's related to her personality: firstly, she's rather willful (doing whatever she wants), and secondly, she's quite competitive (challenging her own charm, seeing if she can seduce anyone) – a common trait among young people. There's also the factor of curiosity (men's penises vary), and of course, the key is her absolute enjoyment of carnal desire (hence her good technique).

Before marriage, if she saw a man, felt he was alright, and had a chance to sleep with him, she resolutely went for it. My wife once famously said: "The moment a stranger's penis enters my vagina, the psychological pleasure is indescribable!"

Having said all that, what I really want to say is: carnal desire is really hard to control! But don't overdo it!

Also, some people will definitely say: "You must be a bit perverted." I think, maybe. Sometimes when I'm having sex with my wife, she talks about these things, which is really exciting and definitely increases our arousal.

The reason I insisted on knowing about these dozen or so men was twofold: firstly, curiosity, which fueled the excitement; and secondly, it helped me analyze her personality traits so I could better understand her. My

last words: Our relationship is really good now. After all, the past is the past (and can even add to the fun). People always have to face the future—as long as my wife is wholeheartedly devoted to me.

I really don't miss him anymore after meeting you, so please don't be angry with me. My little brother seems to be much bigger than usual this time. I know my wife is telling the truth this time. I can tell she really liked him back then.

But for some reason, every time we have sex, I want her to have sex with him, but after ejaculation, I feel a pang of jealousy and don't dare to think about it. This cycle repeats itself again and again. But after trying several times, I lose interest in sex if I don't think about it. So, I decided to let my wife have sex with him once before we get married. I told my wife my idea, but she disagreed. She always said, "Talking is fine, but not really." Seeing that she didn't want to have sex with him, I don't know why I lost interest. Every time we have sex, it ends very quickly, which always makes her very angry. She "warned" me that if I finish so quickly again, she wouldn't let me have sex with him anymore. So, we went back to the topic of him having sex with me. When my wife saw me bring it up again and again, she seriously asked me: "Do you really want him to have sex with me?"

I said, "Yes," she said. "Don't you agree to it when we do it, and then regret it afterwards!" I said I guaranteed not to. Seeing that I was serious, she laughed and said his thing was pretty big. I couldn't quite hear what she said after that; the line from the movie kept echoing in my head: "Do you really want him to do it to me?" It was jarring and made me feel incredibly ashamed, but deep down, a strange pleasure also welled up inside me. The alternating stimulation made me even say, "Remember to use a condom!" I don't remember which day it was in March, but it was past eight o'clock. My wife hadn't come home after dinner. I thought about the English teacher, so I called her cell phone, but it was off. I had no choice but to stay home and watch TV while waiting for her. Around ten o'clock, she came home. As soon as she entered, she hugged me tightly and wouldn't let go. I quickly helped her to the sofa, and she said she was fine. She kissed me excitedly, her hand touching my groin. Soon my penis was hard. We went to bed, and I took off my clothes, reaching into her pants. She gasped and twisted her lower body forcefully. I quickly realized she wasn't wearing underwear. I asked her, "Where are your underwear?"

Her face flushed, and she shook her head without answering, pulling me closer. So I climbed on top of her, revealing my erect penis. My wife lay on the edge of the bed. I instinctively touched her vulva; it was smooth. Seeing her excited expression, I felt a pang of jealousy. Something occurred to me, and I asked my wife, "Did you sleep with him?"

She didn't answer, just hugged me, her face bright red. It turned out that the English teacher had invited her back to school that afternoon. She probably sensed something was wrong, but went without asking. They ate out together after the English teacher's class ended and strolled around the school. After chatting about the past for a while, my wife told me about her upcoming marriage. She said she returned to her office at eight o'clock, the door was closed, and he first touched her hand. Seeing she didn't object, he hugged her. She said she was very excited at the time, her whole body went numb, and that man then pulled her onto the desk and did it.

Neither my wife nor I said anything; I just held her, and she nestled in my arms. I suddenly asked her, "Did you use a condom?" She looked at me for a moment and said, "Didn't you say you wouldn't blame me? I just wanted to ask, because we're not married yet, and it would be difficult if I got pregnant."

Seeing that she didn't want to talk about it, I didn't ask anymore. She said that the man ejaculated in her mouth, and she ate it. She asked where her underwear was. She said to wipe away the fluid that comes out during sex, and throw it away after use. I finally couldn't control myself and got an erection, aiming it at her and thrusting it in hard. Her moans turned into sobs. I convulsed a few more times, pulled out my penis, and forcefully pressed her head against my crotch. After ejaculating, I felt a pang of guilt and finally couldn't hold back anymore. I cursed her for a while, saying everything I wanted to say. She cried and begged me not to blame her. She said that every time we made love, she had to tell me about her relationships with other people, and after that, no matter how much I cursed her, she wouldn't talk back.

After a while, I calmed down and my mood improved. Seeing that I wasn't angry anymore, she asked me gently, "You don't want someone else to sleep with me, do you? I really don't understand what you men are thinking. I know you'll look down on me. One minute you're saying you want me to go, and the next you're cursing them to death."

I said, "I don't know either. But what's your teacher like?" She said, "Actually, I didn't intend to sleep with him at first. I just wanted to see him. He was very good to me when I was in college. Besides, he really wanted to sleep with me then, and I didn't want to refuse. There was no point in refusing, so I let him." I asked, "Is his thing really big?" My wife said, "Big, very big. I wasn't used to it at first. I couldn't handle it when it first went in. I held my breath and let him push it in." I said, "Is his penis bigger than your Australian exchange student's?" She said, "Probably not, but his head is really big! That foreigner's big white penis is so thick when it's hard.

He usually only inserts about half of it, he doesn't dare to go in very deep. He never feels satisfied. I had never slept with anyone else when I was in college. How could I handle being fucked so hard by that foreigner? I'd be dead! I experienced it firsthand. He also always wanted to

fuck my anus, oh my god! Just thinking about it makes me scared." She frowned, stroked her vulva, glanced at me, and said, "Do you really feel comfortable when someone does this to me?" My heart skipped a beat. Her question seemed unusual, and I didn't know how to answer. I said, "I don't know either." But I liked her like that. She said, "After all, he's over forty, divorced, it's just physical needs, nothing more. He's a really nice person

." I said, "Do you like him?" My wife said, "Are you jealous again?" I don't like him, it's just that he's nice to me. I thought for a moment, "If you think it's okay, then go for it."

My wife didn't know what to say and asked, "Really?" I said, "Of course! But we have to use condoms, definitely." At this point, I suddenly thought, what would it be like if that English teacher were here, and we both had sex with her? In the past, when I made love to my wife, I often fantasized about having another man with her. My wife would get incredibly excited whenever I said this, so I tentatively said, "It's a pity he's not here tonight, otherwise we could both have sex with you."

As I said this, I imagined the scene of the two of us having sex with my wife, and my voice trembled with excitement.

My wife got angry. She blushed and said, "What do you take me for?"

"That's impossible. How could we ever see each other again if that happened?" I said, "Didn't she sleep with two classmates in college once?" Her breathing quickened, and she mumbled, "Mmm," before pausing for a moment. "Didn't you say you weren't mad at me? Why are you bringing it up again?" "I was impulsive and wanted excitement back then. Besides, I haven't done it since." "You don't want me anymore, do you?" I reached out my hand, took her small hand in mine, and pulled her towards me.

She let out a soft moan and sat on my lap.

My hand caressed her large breasts. She obediently raised her arm, making room for my hand.

I kissed my wife's neck and then whispered in her ear, describing the scenarios we often fantasized about during sex.

Hearing me mention a threesome again, my wife said, "We were just talking, you're actually going to do it?" I said, "Let's try it. We've been fantasizing about it for so long, we have to try it out. Don't you like him too?" My wife said, "Actually, I just want you to do me alone. Telling you this is just to accommodate you. Besides, even if we were willing, the other person wouldn't agree." He's quite traditional. I said, "What if the other person is willing?" As I spoke, I continued to caress my wife, and she became excited again. I continued, "Think about it, if there were two men right now, one on top touching your breasts and kissing your neck, and the other below licking your vulva and anus, how wonderful would that be? If you don't enjoy it now, you won't have the chance when you're older." My

wife was once again drawn into the threesome scenario, moaning and saying, "Please stop, I can't take it anymore. It would be so embarrassing if it really happened." I asked, "You agree?" My wife quickly said, "Don't be silly! I know you want to see me with someone else. I'll ask him out sometime. We'll see."

Later, my wife agreed to call him and ask him out. I recommended a coffee shop. My wife wore a light blue dress that day, which accentuated her vitality. I was slightly disappointed when I first met him because he looked to be around forty years old, with a large, shiny nose, though he had a refined appearance. He was thin and muscular. After a brief chat, I smiled and said, "I've heard Xiaobai talk about you a lot."

My wife nudged me with her foot, and I could see a hint of nervousness in him. He gave my wife the wedding gift he had bought beforehand, which she accepted generously. We chatted and laughed, and he told us about his girlfriend and his current job. The three of us talked for over two hours, until about nine o'clock in the evening, when my wife said she wanted to leave. When we got home, she asked me, "What did you think of him?" I thought for a moment and told her, "He's alright, quite well-behaved." I tentatively said, "How about we give it a try?" My wife said

, "It would be so embarrassing if he knew about your hobby." I said, "No problem." My wife said, "As long as you're happy, I'm happy too. As long as you're willing, I have no objections." I said, "As long as he keeps quiet, it's fine, after all, he's older than us." I felt safe.

About two weeks later, he called and invited us to dinner. We drank and talked about everything, but his wife had to go home because of something urgent. As the restaurant emptied out, I couldn't help but bring up his affair with his wife and the three-person thing. He was embarrassed and remained silent for a long time.

He said he didn't understand us and continued drinking. This time, he brought up the topic of the threesome himself, asking if I had participated. I said no. He asked, "You guys really want to do it? Xiaobai agreed too?"

I said it didn't really matter; I had asked her, and she said it didn't matter either, as long as I was willing, she had no problem. He sighed and said he couldn't accept it. After a moment of contemplation, he stared at me and said, "You don't feel awkward at all when I'm with you?" I lowered my voice and said, "Sometimes I find it exciting that Xiaobai has been with other people. I often ask Xiaobai about the details of her past sex with you to spice things up." "

You're really a pervert."

He immediately realized his rudeness after saying that, then laughed and said, "Your words reminded me. I remember back in college, Xiaobai was quite the celebrity, lots of boys liked her. Besides him, she'd been with other guys too. I just hadn't thought about it before you mentioned it. Let me think about it." I encouraged him, "It's been so long, I'm much more open-minded now. Actually, Xiaobai is really horny. She really enjoys having sex with two men at once, it gets so exciting. It's a shame she's not here tonight, otherwise we could both have her together."

He waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, no, you're drunk, aren't you? How will we ever see each other again? Stop it."

By this time, I was already blinded by desire and said, "Why can't we see each other? If I want to, she definitely wants to too. I'll call her right now and ask her to come back." He still shook his head and waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, definitely not. If you call, I'll go back to school right now."

Just then, my phone rang. It was my wife, asking where I was. I said I was still out drinking, and she said she'd come find us right away. He seemed to understand my conversation with my wife, and became restless, his face flushed. She arrived, wearing light eyeshadow and lipstick. We continued drinking. My wife mentioned she had a class early the next morning and needed to go back to the language institute's small room for convenience. I felt there was a chance. He went to the restroom, and I quietly said to my wife, "Call him when you get back to the language institute." My wife softly replied, "You're so annoying!"

That night, I took a taxi home. Lying in bed, I felt uneasy. After more than an hour, I called my wife's cell phone. When she answered, she softly asked where I was and told me to come to the small room. She hung up quickly, and I rushed out to take a taxi to the language institute. The hallway was quiet at night, and I don't know how I opened the door with my key.

The lights were still off. At that moment, I felt an uncomfortable urge down there. I went into the room.

In the darkness, I heard some commotion, like someone covering themselves with a blanket.

I called my wife's name, but she didn't answer. I could only hear the creaking of the bed inside. I quickly turned on the light. My wife was lying on the bed with her back to the door. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking lost. He had very fair skin and a strong body. He was only wearing a white pair of briefs. He thought I was angry and explained that Xiaobai had called him and asked to meet. I glanced at him and broke the silence, asking him if he was tired and if he was still okay.

He nodded quickly, and I went straight to the other end of the bed and sat down. I moved my wife's body over to me, and she didn't let go immediately. She just smiled at me with her head down, then blushed and didn't say anything. He sat on the bed, sweating profusely.

I took off my shirt and underwear, squeezed onto the bed, and my wife seemed a little awkward. She moved the blanket off her body, revealing herself completely naked. She put her hands on her breasts and buried her head in my chest.

I watched in disbelief as my wife's breathing quickened and her eyes closed. I glanced at him, and he understood, leaning in and slipping his hand between her buttocks. She let out a moan. I turned her face and kissed her. She kissed me passionately, like a drowning person grabbing onto a piece of wood, her body relaxing. He stood by the bed, taking off his white briefs. His penis was similar in shape to mine, lighter in color, with a large, bright red glans. Then, my wife's hands began to grope and search my body. I knew she was looking for my penis. I lay down beside her, stroking her already swollen breasts while observing the scene before me. She still had her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, emitting rhythmic moans, her hand stroking his penis up and down. Her other hand had reached my penis and was gently stroking it.

I asked her, "Can you kiss my penis?" My wife hummed in agreement, then released her hands and began to prop herself up. I lifted myself up and brought my penis to my wife's lips, who was already sitting up. She opened her eyes, looked at me, and smiled shyly. We made eye contact, and he also lifted himself up, bringing his penis to her lips. My wife sucked on my penis, and seeing that it was erect, he gently stroked her head with his left hand and guided my penis towards her face with his right. My wife slowly opened her mouth and sucked on the head of his penis, moving it back and forth. He pressed her head down with his hand and pushed her hips away, causing her to push him away abruptly and gag a few times. I asked, "Didn't you two do it?" My wife nodded and then shook her head, saying, "He was probably too nervous when he heard you call my cell phone; he couldn't get hard." He looked up and asked me, "Why don't you go first?"

I said, "You go first." He turned his wife over, and she instinctively stuck out her buttocks. Perhaps she was too nervous, as her penis was a little soft, and she failed twice. He masturbated a few times until it became hard, and said to himself, or perhaps to my wife and me, "That's it! That's it!" Then, with one hand supporting his penis and the other touching his wife's raised buttocks, he aimed at her vagina and thrust it in under my gaze. His wife let out a soft cry, closed her eyes, and her face contorted with excitement. He continued for about five or six minutes without stopping before he couldn't continue.

I yelled and quickly pulled out, ejaculating onto my wife's upturned, white buttocks. She buried her head in the pillow, her body involuntarily tilting to one side. I laid her down, placing the pillow under her buttocks, and started having sex with her. He stepped aside, standing under the bed, watching the scene in the dim light. I had already lifted her legs onto my shoulders, my hands caressing her breasts, my hips slamming down harder and harder. The bedroom echoed with my wife's excited moans and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. After about ten minutes, my wife was at the head of the bed, with no chance to retreat. She was just moaning and groaning. I felt the sound of clothes being put on was very close. I got up and pulled out my penis; my lower body was sticky and wet.

He stood by the bed, putting on his clothes. My wife pulled the pillowcase over her face. I rolled over and lay on the bed, asking him how it felt. He said it was quite exciting, and the feeling was great, but it was a little short-lived; they hadn't even changed positions. I asked him if he was still okay. He said he estimated I might not be able to make it tonight, and that he should go back. I figured he probably wouldn't have the energy to stay, so I didn't try to stop him. As soon as he left, my wife said I should see him off, since this kind of thing must have been very psychologically impactful for him. I thought about it and agreed, so I got dressed and chased after him. I caught up with him at the teaching building. I said I'd walk with him for a bit, and he said it would be best if he wasn't tired.

We left the teaching area and sat in the garden for a while. Since it was past one o'clock, there was no one in the garden. We chatted for a bit, then returned to our original topic. He said that although he still had psychological resistance, he did enjoy it physically. I said that since things had already come to this, we didn't need to worry about those things anymore. He agreed, saying that everyone is different, and not many people can truly accept it. After that, neither of us spoke for a long time, or perhaps we didn't know what to say.

I asked: "Is she a very promiscuous woman?"

He said no, and then, unsure what to say, hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "She's the best woman, a woman of passion. Actually, many people have this desire, but they just don't dare. I envy you two. In fact, you're the ones who enjoy this process the most. I'm just a prop, like the rubber tool many people use during sex, except I'm a person. Don't worry, I guarantee this secret between us will never be known by anyone else. I'm a bit old-fashioned in my thinking, but to be honest, deep down I'm also... how should I put it, I have my own very private things, but I've always suppressed them.

Tonight, I was actually very happy, but afterwards, that hypocritical attitude came back. I know I'm quite hypocritical myself. You're getting married, we can't continue like this; it's not good for anyone."

I didn't know what to say then, and just nodded. After seeing him off, on my way back, I bumped into my wife just as I reached the building entrance. Seeing her carrying a bag, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. My wife said she was going home. Seeing her timid eyes looking at me, I said, "What's done is done."

My wife nodded, her eyes still timidly looking at me. Suddenly, I felt a surge of heat. I asked again, "Was it enjoyable?" This time, she shook her head, saying it was probably due to too much pressure. My mind was completely blank. I hurriedly pressed her, "Why couldn't we do this at home today?" Pressed by my questions, she snapped, "Go away, don't be silly, you men don't understand."

We went home together. After getting out of the car, I didn't mention it again, feeling a sudden sense of boredom. I helped my wife upstairs. She seemed a little awkward, pushing me away. She opened the door, kicked off her shoes, and ran naked into the bathroom without even changing into slippers. I turned off the living room light and turned on the TV on the sofa, but not very loudly. I could hear some sounds from the bathroom. My wife called to me, "You should wash up too, then come in." "I'm not dirty." I turned and called towards the bathroom, "Even if you're not dirty, you still have to wash. How can you not be dirty after playing outside?" My wife emphasized, commanding, "Come here!" I lowered my head and went into the bathroom.

She was naked, with a towel placed on her vulva. She sat up in the bathtub and pulled me in. She rubbed her vulva with her hands under the water. "

Wash it properly," my wife said, washing my vulva. She then lathered me up with shower gel, paying particular attention to my genitals. She used one small hand to pull back the foreskin, revealing the head, and rinsed it with water. The head, like a red apricot, emerged from the foreskin. She stroked my penis up and down. I said, "I'll wash it for you later."

She said, "Okay," and licked my glans with her mouth. I jolted, and she looked up at me, glaring at me. I got out of the bathtub and let her lie down in it. I lathered her body with shower gel, from her neck down to every inch of her skin. My wife's skin was incredibly smooth and delicate. I placed my hands on her large breasts; they were soft but not very firm. I then washed her vulva. Because there was very little hair there, her vulva was completely exposed. I smiled at her and said, "Was that good? How did he compare to me?" My wife said, "I don't know what to say. Guess what? He started touching me. His nervous look was hilarious, so I held back, wanting to see what he was up to." "And then what happened?" I asked, getting excited. "

Then he pulled down my underwear. I was lying on my side at that time, and I felt him touching my genitals from behind." My wife said, touching my penis. "Gentlemen? Where is 'gentlemen'?"

I asked her deliberately. "You bastard! You mean where?"

"My wife said. "So how did you do?

Didn't you punish him?" I asked her excitedly, feeling my little brother getting hard.

I don't know what I was thinking at the time. I should have gotten up, but I had no energy at all. He touched me down there and I started to feel wet. After a while, I heard him breathing heavily, then I heard him pull down his pants. He lay down behind me and started trying to insert his penis into me. "I didn't expect you to call my cell phone," he said, probably because he was too nervous, and his penis wouldn't get hard. My wife blushed as she spoke, and her hand trembled as she touched my penis.

I smiled and said, "Let me help you wash your back." So I poured some shower gel and started massaging her back. My body was pressed tightly against her back. She gently hummed and rested her head on my shoulder. I started to feel it again, and my penis gradually became erect, pressing against her buttocks, but it wasn't very hard. I slowly rubbed her anus with one finger, slowly penetrating deeper. Her anus wasn't very tight, and with the lubrication of the shower gel, my hand easily entered. She lowered her head, her shoulders drooping, "What are you doing?" "Come out, wash properly, don't play there, it's dirty!" My heart pounded with excitement. I said, "Let me mess with your anus." She jolted and turned her head away. It

was getting increasingly inappropriate. "No, I can't take it." "Can't you be a little nicer to me?" I pleaded. "Please, just bear with it. I'm old, I can't do anything like this anymore." My wife paused for a moment and said, "Be gentle, I've really never done that before. I'll stop when I say stop."

I repeatedly said, "Okay, okay."

I pressed her down on the sink from behind, holding my penis with one hand and supporting myself on her buttocks with the other. Then I pressed the head of my penis against her anus and slowly, little by little, inserted it. It was incredibly tight. With a thrust, the head of my penis slid in with a "plop." She screamed, "No! No! Get out!" Her whole body felt like it had been electrocuted. She collapsed onto the sink. My penis was forced out of her anus. My wife buried her head on the sink, breathing heavily, her whole body trembling violently. I felt a little guilty and stood to the side, asking, "What's wrong? Does it hurt? Are you okay?" My wife didn't say a word and turned her face away.

Suddenly, her phone rang in the living room. My wife, frowning

, came out of the bathroom naked. She walked with a limp, her buttocks clenched tightly. I sat gently on the toilet, looking down and stroking my limp penis. My wife was talking in the bedroom. After about ten minutes, she hung up the phone. I came out of the bathroom. My wife lay motionless on the bed, watching TV by herself. I went back to bed, quietly reliving what had just happened. We both watched TV in silence.

She turned around and buried her head in my chest. I felt her tears dripping onto my chest, and my heart tightened. I hugged her tightly.

She began to sob in my arms. I gently asked her what was wrong, but she didn't answer. After a long time, she slowly calmed down. Then I whispered, "You're so good to me. I know it's to make me happy, but I feel like I'm being too selfish." Hearing this, she said, "I'll do anything as long as you're happy."

I held her close, and she suddenly hummed, saying, "You had so much fun today! You've got all three of my eyes covered. It's my first time doing a threesome, and I'm satisfied." I apologized, saying I'd been too impulsive. My wife told me that the English teacher had called earlier and immediately apologized, also saying he'd been too impulsive that night and couldn't face us.

I told him that this was consensual, and we got pleasure from it. If anything was impulsive, it was me who was too impulsive in dragging you into it. I said, "I didn't expect you to be so understanding." She kissed me, and I massaged her breasts while kissing her face and ears. She giggled and said it tickled. I turned my wife over, so she was lying face down on the bed with her buttocks in the air, spreading her two white, tender thighs as wide as possible. I lay between her legs, carefully examining her anus. My wife turned to look at me and asked if I'd had enough. I massaged her anus again, and her muscles tensed, her entire body trembling. She said, "Don't move! It hurts! Please!" My wife strongly objected, so I reluctantly stopped, lay down next to her, and took her hand, pressing it against my penis. She just held it, neither moving nor pulling away. I shifted my body up, placing my penis near her mouth, and gently pushed it in. She slowly opened her mouth, and I carefully inserted it.

I asked, "Do you like licking his penis?" She hesitated for a moment and answered, "Not really." Then she countered, "Do you men especially like women licking your penis?" I replied, "Yes. I like you licking my penis. I even like you sucking it!" She continued, saying that the first time she licked it was with that Australian exchange student. She was afraid of getting pregnant, so she wouldn't let him ejaculate inside. He made her lick it out, and she thought it was better than getting pregnant, so she agreed. Who knew the taste would make her not eat for a day? She slowly got used to it.

At first, she wanted to vomit, but later he always made her drink it. Sometimes she didn't even know when he ejaculated, and by the time she felt it, it was right there in her throat, and she couldn't vomit.

I had no choice but to swallow it down, secretly chuckling to myself as I asked, "What about the English teacher that time?" She said, "Spare me, don't ask like that." I said, "Fine, open your mouth wide, let me do it myself." I skillfully manipulated my penis, aiming it at her mouth and quickly stroking it up and down. She waited there with her mouth open, a stream of semen shooting straight into her mouth. Her head instinctively jerked back, but I held it down with my hand, then quickly shoved my penis back into her mouth. I gripped my penis tightly, and she desperately tried to push it out, but I wouldn't let her! I held her head tightly, preventing her from moving.

I could feel her throat swallowing my semen, and only when my penis slowly stopped throbbing did I release her.

My wife suddenly spat out my penis and asked, "Did you wash your penis just now?" I quickly took my penis back and said, "No!" My wife immediately got up, grabbed a pillowcase to cover her mouth, and rushed to the bathroom, followed by the sound of vomiting. Days passed, and the awkwardness and psychological impact of that threesome gradually dissipated. She never contacted that English teacher again, and she could focus on being with me again. Life returned to normal, occasionally using memories to spice up our sex life. If my wife weren't such a passionate person, things might have continued as they were.

That happened in January 2001. That night, after showering, my wife and I were watching TV in bed. She was like a child, clinging to me as we watched. It was a common position for couples at home: me in front, her behind. She was wearing a loose two-piece cotton loungewear set. My hand slipped under her top; she wasn't wearing anything underneath, so I easily touched her soft breasts. I reached into my shorts and pulled out my penis. It was half-erect. I said, "Can you stroke it?" She stroked it. I said, "Why are you so distracted?"

My wife paused for a moment and said, "Can you let me watch TV for a while? Just like this, I'll hold you. Okay, okay, stop moving, this episode's almost over." She hugged me, kissed me, and then pushed me away. During the commercial break, to cheer me up, she played with my mouth for a while. Unexpectedly, she got

so excited. My wife, her face flushed, said, "I went to school this morning." I didn't react for a moment. My wife's face turned bright red, and she said again, "Are you angry?!" I was stunned. The image of that English teacher immediately flashed through my mind. I was a little confused, a little overwhelmed. I couldn't believe it. Was she just kidding me? Really, I even let him do it to me.

Seeing my surprise, she explained, "It's that English teacher. Don't try to fool me, didn't you go to your house? It's true, I'm not lying to you, are you angry?"

I wasn't sure if it was true or not, so I said, "I'm not angry! I wasn't angry when you did it to me last time."

My wife's face was flushed, and she looked very agitated. It turned out that she had intended to go to her own house early that morning, but halfway there, the English teacher called her cell phone and asked her to go. She hadn't expected this to happen when she went. She said, "He was very excited at the time, and I just half-heartedly went along with him. Everyone felt very natural. When we were doing it in his office, we could hear his colleagues chatting next door. I was very nervous, it was just a novelty. First, it was on the desk, and later we went to the chair by the window. He sat on the chair, and I sat on his lap and moved.

No matter where we were, I always had one of his clothes under my buttocks for cleanliness. His penis was hard, and it felt very comfortable against me."

He was using a condom, a used one. I wanted to put it in the trash, but he refused, saying he was afraid his colleagues would see. It was awkward.

In the end, I put it in my backpack, carried it around shopping, and then threw it in the trash.

Listening to my wife's story, I said I wasn't angry, but I felt a pang of jealousy.

About two weeks passed peacefully. One afternoon, the English teacher called me. He hesitated on the phone, saying he wanted to chat. After I agreed, he said he had something else to tell me. I immediately wondered what he would say. He became even more hesitant, but finally said he wanted the three of us to do it again. I was silent for a long time. He thought I was angry and said on the phone, "If it's not possible, then forget it."

I replied, "Let's ask Xiaobai first, respect her opinion." That evening, when my wife got home from work and we were having dinner, I brought it up with her. She asked, "Did you agree?" I said, "It depends on whether you're willing." She countered, "What do you think? I thought he wasn't very accepting of or fond of the three of us, didn't you know that?" I thought about it for a moment and said to her, "It's not the first time, we're pretty familiar with each other, and that little brother of yours isn't small either, you're comfortable with it, aren't you?" My wife scolded me and said, "It's just that you're comfortable with it."

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