My wife's sexual journey

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Let me start with a recollection!

My wife and I were introduced by a classmate. Back then, I was probably quite popular with girls, but things always seemed to fall apart for various reasons. Then, my classmate called me; a new girl had joined her company, and she thought she was really hot, so she wanted to send me pictures.

I went to meet her with a nonchalant attitude, and after the meeting, we both felt it was necessary to continue seeing each other. My wife was wearing a denim top and hot pants; her long, white legs almost dazzled me. I think I must have been a complete lecher at the time, because she kept looking at me and smiling. Looking at her thighs and smiling face, I decided I had to get her! She was twenty years old then.

She wasn't a virgin. We slept together after dating for two months. When we first met, my wife told me she had dated a boyfriend before. At the time, my mind was filled with her large breasts and thighs, and I didn't take her words to heart. Although I was mentally prepared for this, when I entered her vagina without any resistance for the first time, I still felt a sense of loss and bitterness.

The consequence of this was my relentless assault on her body until my wife begged for mercy. Later, after a fierce internal struggle, I even considered leaving her, but our feelings for each other ran deep, and my wife was very attached to me, so we finally got married.

My wife is beautiful and quiet on the outside, very ladylike, but deep down she's a secretly passionate woman, especially in bed, where she's incredibly alluring. She's willing to try any of the things I suggest and always caters to my every whim, making me feel comfortable and satisfied. Her every word and action

exudes femininity; it's hard for a woman like that not to attract attention, especially since I'm often away on business and rarely home. My wife is romantic and fascinated by the pleasure of sex. Much later, she confessed that she struggled to resist the advances of men she liked.

Since learning about her past relationships, after the initial pain, I found my thinking undergoing a gradual transformation. After all, it happened before we met, and she hadn't wronged me. Moreover, the thought of her moaning and groaning under another man stirred a strange excitement within me. As a highly educated modern person, I was familiar with many progressive ideas and had been influenced by them, but I couldn't quite grasp it myself.

After figuring it out, I couldn't help but ask her about the details of her relationship with that man during sex. At first, she wouldn't tell, but I persisted, constantly asking and sharing my thoughts with her. I even showed her information online to make sure I wasn't just trying to appease her.

My wife began to tell me about her first relationship, albeit intermittently:

"Where did you do it the first time?"

"At his house."

"What positions did you use?"

"I was on the bottom. Hmm..."

...from vague to detailed.

Later, during sex, we would play this question-and-answer game. Gradually, she opened up, and some things came out naturally without being asked. Every time she moved beneath me, she would mention another man.

Gradually, she became immersed in this chaotic situation and began to be obsessed with the feeling. Her tone became more and more seductive, and the stories she told became more and more exciting. Later, the protagonists in our story were no longer limited to her ex-boyfriend. New characters kept appearing in our story: classmates, friends, colleagues, etc., all men and women we knew and had feelings for.

"No, let me go, my husband is coming back... um... if you still come in, my husband will kill you!" "I'm not afraid of being killed. It's worth dying for you!" After a while of this, I suddenly asked her, "How many times have you slept with that colleague?" I felt her soft body beneath me suddenly stiffen, and she said in a panic, "Nothing like that, what nonsense are you talking about?" Then she refused to say another word.

That night, I sensed my wife was very unsettled. Although she lay motionless in bed, I knew she wasn't asleep. I asked her many times afterward, and she even fantasized about that man. Each time, we got excited, but afterwards, she always denied having anything happen with him. But I knew they definitely had. Don't ask me how I knew; a man's intuition in these matters is astonishingly sharp.

Another night, as the man was on top of the woman, the same scene played out:

"Tell me, baby, how many times have you done it with him? I absolutely don't mean anything by it, I just want to add some color to our lives." "Um...no! Really, nothing! Brother, don't stop, baby wants more..." "Baby, hurry up and tell me! I'm going crazy with curiosity. Tell me, and I'll give you a few good thrusts." After a long pause, my wife hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "Okay, I'll tell you..." This was met with a soft moan from her:

"I slept with him..."

Hearing this almost made me ejaculate. Although my wife had a sexual relationship with her ex-boyfriend, it happened before we met. While exciting, it wasn't as visceral as it is now. My senses were unusually sharp; excitement was mixed with pain, bitterness, anger, and madness—a jumble of feelings washed over me.

My wife's third man was a colleague at her workplace; let's call him "H."

I had met him before; he was tall, handsome, and very attractive. At that time, we were still deeply in love. Once, after returning from a business trip, I went to my wife's apartment. Just as she was out, that young man arrived. Because I was older than them, I greeted him warmly.

My male intuition told me he harbored a subtle hostility towards me. Later, I learned that he was pursuing my wife relentlessly, a pursuit that continued even after our marriage.

He was deeply infatuated with her, and his pursuit techniques were highly effective, always striking at the most vulnerable parts of her heart. During that period, she felt both sweet and conflicted, feeling guilty towards me yet unable to let go of his tenderness, and was on the verge of giving in. (My wife told me that H treated her much better than I treated her, and I felt ashamed.) In this agonizing yet blissful torment, H's birthday arrived. That night, they drank, laughed, and cried. In his murmuring confession, they unconsciously and naturally embraced, a warm embrace indeed. Holding his head in her arms, my wife felt a tenderness in her heart. Recalling his long, fruitless unrequited love, realizing she ultimately couldn't be with him, she felt she owed him so much. In that instant, she abandoned her inner struggle. "

Forget it, give it to him, consider it compensation!" At that moment, my wife's heart was filled with pity for the man before her, and she went to H's house with an almost heroic sense of sacrifice.

What a chaotic night it was! From my wife's narration, from the passion in her eyes, I truly felt it.

That night, they were both wild, like lovers facing the end of the world, forgetting themselves and tirelessly entwined in a state of no tomorrow, satisfying each other with every part of their bodies. Hearing this, I felt a pang of jealousy. We both insisted that one wouldn't act this way unless it was someone they truly loved and accepted.

My wife was woken by him. Breakfast was already prepared. She wore one of his shirts to wash up; the shirt looked baggy and oversized, probably very sexy. He followed her in, embracing her slender waist and kissing her neck. Her buttocks touched his penis, and she leaned against the sink, enduring his ravaging from behind… “How long did your relationship last?” While listening to my wife's recollections, my penis remained inside her vagina.

“About a month! Until you came back from that business trip, we agreed to be just friends.” “Where did you do it?” “His house, a hotel, um… and our house.” She whispered.

“What? At our house! In our bed?”

“Yes.”

My heart ached even more. Above our wedding bed was our wedding photo. My wife said she felt guilty about having sex with another man on our wedding bed, but the unrestrained pleasure stemming from that guilt was uncontrollable… I was about to explode. I flipped her over into a kneeling position and thrust into her… The following days became richer. Every evening after work and dinner, I couldn't wait to take my wife to bed and do what we loved, wishing we could stay in bed together all the time.

Under these circumstances, I got my wife's first anal sex. To be honest, the reason I made this request was because it wasn't my wife's first time with me. To say I didn't mind at all wouldn't be a truthful attitude. I had a regret about not getting my wife's virginity, and subconsciously wanted to make up for it this way.

After my wife confessed about her affair with H, perhaps she also felt guilty towards me, so she agreed after my repeated requests. I won't go into details about the process, but in short, it was a very enjoyable experience. Surprisingly, after the initial discomfort, my wife also experienced a high level of pleasure, although she felt uncomfortable afterwards.

My wife said the feeling was very unusual. It wasn't so much the act itself that was pleasurable, but rather the psychological aspect. It was like a noble lady being harassed by a vulgar, barbaric bandit. These were people from completely different worlds, with vastly different social statuses. They would never have crossed paths, but the disparity in their social standing brought an intense, perverse pleasure.

That's what she thought when I entered her anus, to the point that she couldn't stop. We did it a few more times afterward, but considering my wife's delicate body might not be able to handle it, we stopped.

In addition to sex, we later added a new element to our marital sex life: my sister-in-law. My sister-in-law's figure was even more voluptuous than my wife's. To be honest, I didn't usually have any dirty thoughts about her, but it wasn't wrong to fantasize about her during sex.

My wife didn't object to this and often cooperated with me, sometimes playing the role of her sister, calling me, "Brother-in-law, come quickly..." like a little vixen seducing me. Sometimes she would whisper in my ear how she and her sister served me together, the scenes naturally extremely erotic, allowing me to reach the ultimate state of having both sisters in my fantasies. Sometimes I felt she was a vixen, and I thought I'd die because of her sooner or later.

Of course, bedroom pleasures were only one part of life. During this time, I was still frequently traveling for work. Fortunately, the internet was already widespread, so in addition to phone calls, video chat became a frequently used communication tool in our lives.

Thanks to modern communication methods, I could not only hear my wife's voice but also directly see the body that I was so deeply infatuated with. At this point, my wife's attraction to me completely surpassed that of other women. The direct evidence was that from that stage onwards, the number of other women I had decreased dramatically. Every day after finishing my work, I couldn't wait to turn on the computer and be intimate with my wife as soon as I got back to the hotel.

That was the first time I experienced nude video chatting. Even though we were an intimate couple, the impact was huge. I never thought that being separated by distance could lead to such a peak of excitement through the internet!

Besides contacting me, my wife also started trying to chat online in her spare time. I encouraged this and consciously guided her, since I wasn't often by her side, and making some new friends was a good thing.

At first, my wife wasn't very agreeable because she's naturally romantic and passionate, easily becoming completely invested in relationships and taking every connection seriously, even those with virtual online acquaintances.

She was afraid of falling into a doomed relationship, fearing it would hurt both of us. Moreover, since what happened with H, she felt incredibly guilty and didn't want to hurt me again.

We had a serious talk about this. I helped her understand that online friendships are different from extramarital affairs, affirming the positive aspects of such behavior in our married life and assuring her that our relationship could withstand any test. I told her that online friendships are just a way for couples to add variety to their lives, to add a touch of color to their memories while they're young, and as a part of life, it's not the main theme. We're doing

this not because we don't love each other; quite the opposite, it's a sign that our relationship has reached a mature and deep level. Only couples who deeply understand this relationship and are willing to give, with the happiness and well-being of each other as their highest goal, can do this.

"As long as your heart is with me, no matter how far you go, you'll eventually come back to me. Like a kite, no matter how high it flies, the string is always in my hand," I said.

Although our views are quite progressive, we still have very high standards for choosing friends.

I often ask my wife to send me her chat history with online friends. At first, she was embarrassed to show it to me, but I insisted, jokingly saying it was like a boss checking work, and she reluctantly agreed.

I didn't want to see my wife bewitching many people and feel a little vain. However, sometimes watching my wife chat with others almost flirtatiously, I felt both complicated and addicted to that feeling—a feeling that only those who have experienced it can understand.

Good friends are hard to come by, so I took a relaxed approach and let the days pass by.

Not long after, I returned home, and the reunion was naturally filled with joy. In the midst of our happiness, I asked my wife about her progress with her friends. She didn't answer, but blushed and snuggled into my arms, wriggling like a snake, trying to distract me.

I knew things were going well. Pretending not to notice, I smoothly pushed my wife down beneath me… My wife murmured in a daze, “You big bad guy…you’re so bad…you…oh…” Afterwards, I paid closer attention to her and discovered she often secretly sent and received text messages behind my back. I knew she was shy and afraid I would find out. Looking at her radiant, glowing face, I surprisingly felt no jealousy; instead, my heart was filled with tenderness, and I was genuinely happy for her.

Although our relationship remained as close as ever after marriage, the element of mutual support had increased, and the passion of our early romance had faded. For a sentimental and innocent woman like my wife, this might be a regret. “Let her experience the feeling of being in love again!” I thought indulgently, loosening the kite string a little.

In the days that followed, we were both delighted to discover that it had produced a wonderful chemical reaction; my wife and I became even more attached to each other. Our marriage entered its second honeymoon period. I cherished my wife even more, and she became even more tender towards me. We both fully felt the happiness brought by the deepening of our relationship.

My wife often chatted with friends online, sometimes without hiding it from me, but sometimes she would "rudely" push me out the door. That's when I knew her online lover had arrived.

It's impossible for people to suppress their curiosity and desire to pry into others' privacy. I had registered my wife's QQ account for her, and of course, I knew the password. Later, when my wife wasn't around, I opened her QQ account. That silly girl, she hadn't even changed the password, and maybe she hadn't intended to.

I found an account with significantly more chat history than the others, and upon entering, I identified my target. We would later call this friend "Tao."

Tao was gentle, articulate, and understanding. From their chats, I got a preliminary impression of him. The chat content was full of sweet nothings, with both of them exchanging many cheesy love words, just like a real couple. He's a year younger than my wife. She calls him Tao Tao, while he affectionately calls her by her nickname. Judging from the tone of his voice when he talks to her, he seems much more mature, like a tolerant older brother indulging his mischievous younger sister.

My wife occasionally throws a little tantrum and makes some childish and unreasonable demands, which I'm familiar with—it's just how she is when she's unguarded. From these behaviors, I know that my wife has entered into another sweet relationship.

They haven't met in person yet, only video chatted. They both can't wait to see each other, but my wife wants my permission first. However, she's a little embarrassed to face me, so they've put it off.

My wife had been gathering the courage to bring this up with me, and Tao had been constantly encouraging her. The next evening after dinner, she lingered near me, hesitant to speak, seemingly wanting to say something but unable to. I chuckled inwardly, knowing what she wanted to say. Seeing her distressed expression, I decided to help her resolve her inner conflict: "Honey, whatever you want to do, as long as it makes you happy, I'll support you and I'll never regret it!" My wife kissed me tenderly, saying, "Thank you, brother! I know you love me the most, I'll always love you the most!" Then she turned and ran to the study; I knew she was going to tell Tao the good news.

I'm five years older than my wife, and she has a bit of a father complex. She usually calls me "brother," but sometimes, when she's emotional, she likes to call me "dad." Anyway, I love whatever she calls me. The advantage of having a concubine is that you can use her as a wife and raise her as a daughter. Hehe!

I sat in the living room, watching TV out of boredom for a while, listening to my wife's intermittent typing and whispering conversation. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. Just then, there was a sudden silence from her, so I got up to check on her.

Reaching the study door, I peeked through the ajar door and saw my wife lounging in her chair. Her pajamas were gone, and I couldn't see her bra straps on her delicate shoulders peeking out from behind the chair back. Then, I spotted her familiar bra on the armrest of the pajamas. I felt a rush of blood to my head, my heart pounding, a shock I'd never felt before.

This was the first time I'd seen my wife naked in front of another man. Nothing I'd ever heard about before had ever felt this direct. Luckily, I didn't see her panties on her pajamas; she must still be wearing them, otherwise, I fear I wouldn't have been able to handle the stimulation.

I quickly returned to the sofa to calm myself. This was our first real encounter as a couple, and the feeling was truly unparalleled. Calling it a "couple's friendship" isn't entirely accurate. My wife and I had discussed it before, but she was hesitant to let me join, fearing awkwardness. I, on the other hand, didn't force her.

Firstly, I also enjoyed the thrill of my wife having an affair; as for other things, things would naturally fall into place when the time was right. Secondly, as mentioned above, I genuinely wanted my wife to relive the feeling of being in love. Currently, the thought of my beautiful wife being possessed by another man is even more thrilling than my expectations for a "couple's friendship."

I also eagerly awaited my wife's description afterward, from her initial evasiveness to her eventual complete confession, as if the events were reliving themselves, a wonderful sexual journey.

Not long after, my wife came out after turning off the computer, her face flushed with desire. I deliberately asked, "Why did you come out? Aren't you going to continue your love game?" "Brother, I missed you, I want to be with you..." "

You've been set off by someone else, and you want me to put out the fire?"

"I don't care, I want you!" Then, she roughly pushed me onto the bed.

Actually, ever since I discovered she had shown her naked body to netizens, I've been burning with desire. So, I went along with it, pinning her down and quickly lifting her half-covering nightgown… “Brother, he wants to see me, what should I do?” my wife breathed in my ear.

“What’s his name?”

“Tao.”

“What do you think?” I asked as I moved.

“Well, I’ll listen to you.”

“Then you don’t need to go!”

“Ugh…you’re so annoying!”

“Haha…do you want to sleep with him?”

“…”

“Tell me the truth!”

“Yes, I want to sleep with him. Tao, I miss you so much! Tao…” “He can do whatever he wants as long as you like.” “Honey, I didn’t mean to hide it from you. I just wanted to tell you after it was all done. You won’t blame me, will you?” I leaned against the headboard, picked up a cigarette, and my wife nestled in my arms, obediently lighting it for me.

"I told you, as long as you're happy, I won't blame you. Just follow your heart!" "But I love you the most, so why do I still get excited when I think of him? Am I a bad person?" "Everyone has a subconscious longing for the opposite sex, especially when they meet someone they like. It's human nature. What we usually talk about as fidelity in relationships and monogamy falls under the categories of ethics, morality, and law. Morality and law are acquired, man-made norms, while nature is not suppressed by these. Although it may be restrained in daily life, it will be released given the right opportunity. I'm not saying this to deny the feelings and responsibilities between husband and wife. I believe you can distinguish between feelings and desires well and will definitely be able to handle the relationship between the two." "Brother, it's so good to have your understanding. I'll think about it carefully again." "I believe you!" The day of the date between my wife and Tao arrived, and what happened next seemed to confirm the saying that good things come to those who wait.

That weekend, an old friend we hadn't seen in a long time suddenly came to visit. We were naturally very happy. During the downtime while entertaining him, we called Tao and arranged to meet again the next day. Unexpectedly, Tao also had something come up the next day, so they had to postpone their date by a week.

During that week, my wife and Tao continued to exchange affectionate text messages during the day and chat online at night. Because they were both full of anticipation for their upcoming meeting, their enthusiasm was noticeably higher than before. My wife also became increasingly sexy, charming, and alluring, flaunting her allure in front of Tao and me. I intentionally ignored this, so that I could have more room for imagination before my wife revealed her secret to me.

On Saturday afternoon, my wife came out of her room dressed up. She wore a short skirt, revealing her long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings, and a slightly low-cut top that subtly revealed her cleavage. Her black high heels made her figure even more graceful. Her beautiful hair was pulled back, and she exuded a delicate fragrance. She looked both intellectual and noble, yet also radiated the sexy charm of a mature woman.

My wife turned around coquettishly in front of me, making me stare, and I couldn't help but pull her into my arms, my hands busy, thinking with a hint of jealousy, "That guy got lucky!" After a while of being affectionate, seeing that it was almost time, I let her go: "Go on, have fun!" My wife looked at me apologetically, hesitant to speak, so I quickly comforted her: "It's okay, don't think so much. Today, put everything aside and be a happy bride, that's the most important thing." She laughed and playfully hit me: "You're so annoying!" "Hehe, enjoy this pleasant time. You manage your own time. If you feel happy and want to spend more time with him, you don't have to come back tonight, just give me a call." "Okay, I know." "Go on!"

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Watching my wife walk out of the room, I felt a strange feeling, different from before: this time, I was the one who personally delivered her into someone else's arms, and I had been in control of everything from beginning to end. Now, the moment of blossoming and falling has finally arrived, and tonight my wife will unleash her charm on someone else's bed. Thinking about all this, a mix of emotions welled up inside me.

Their date was at Tao's house. He's an only child and lives with his parents, who are currently traveling, giving them some alone time. The meeting place was an elegant restaurant; they planned to have dinner, then see a movie, and finally return to Tao's house. The schedule had been planned in advance.

After meeting Tao, my wife took a moment to text me, telling me that they were together and feeling great.

For the rest of the day, I couldn't concentrate on anything, sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine, lost in thought:

'They should be finished eating by now, right? Was the atmosphere good...? The movie should be starting now, which theater? Were they watching it together?' "Has his hand already slipped inside her clothes? Has my wife tried to resist...? We should be at his house by now. She's already showered. Let's go to bed and start doing it..." It wasn't until very late that my wife texted me saying she wasn't coming home and that she felt very happy. As for what happened, she would give me a detailed report when she got home tomorrow.

After reading the text message, I felt incredibly aroused. The thought of my beautiful wife passionately embracing another man, their bodies locked in a tender embrace, made my blood boil. Unfortunately, the "firefighters" (metaphorically speaking, those trying to extinguish the fire) were busy at someone else's house, leaving me helpless.

I stayed up very late that night, and when I woke up the next day it was almost noon. My wife still hadn't returned. I got up, hastily made myself something to eat, and absentmindedly watched TV while waiting for her to come home.

It wasn't until almost 4 p.m. that my wife walked through the door. I jumped up from the sofa to greet her. Her face was flushed, and she didn't dare look at me, burying her head in my lap, too embarrassed to lift it. I smelled her hair; although it had been cleaned, I could still faintly smell the lingering scent of passion from the previous night's revelry.

"Did you do it?" I asked, trying to make conversation.

"Mmm."

My wife's voice was like a fuse, reigniting the desire that had been surging through my body since last night. I couldn't bear it for even a second longer. I picked her up and carried her to our bed, then pounced on her like a hungry tiger. I couldn't even stand the time it took to undress her. I half-undressed, half-pulled her to our feet, without any foreplay... Fortunately, my wife was also very excited, so my recklessness didn't cause her any pain. Perhaps it was the recent events that affected us, but this time the quality of our lovemaking felt better than ever. We called each other by our nicknames and kissed incessantly. I held my wife beneath me, feeling like I was holding a precious treasure.

We both indulged in our love, feeling like we couldn't love each other enough, wishing we could merge into one, becoming an inseparable whole. My wife endured my thrusts in various positions on the bed, orgasms coming one after another. We were both drenched in sweat, and we only stopped when we felt like we were about to collapse.

During the break, my wife nestled in my arms and recounted the events of the previous night to me.

Yesterday, when they first met, they got along exceptionally well. There was no awkwardness whatsoever, because they were already very familiar with each other online, even sharing intimate details. Therefore, they chatted and laughed like old friends.

My wife has a habit when we eat together: if she sits next to me, she likes to put her legs on mine. During their meal, because the atmosphere was so pleasant, my wife naturally put her legs on his as well. As a result, he got his way; throughout the meal, Tao's hands never stopped. My

wife's thighs are long and shapely, not only beautiful to look at, but also incredibly soft to the touch. Even I love to touch them, let alone Tao, who was experiencing it for the first time. Later, my wife, unable to bear the harassment, tried to remove her legs, but to no avail. Tao's hands followed her relentlessly, leaving her no choice but to give in.

The men my wife has been with before, including me, were all older than her, and they all treated her like a little girl. Although she has a younger sister at home, my naturally innocent wife feels like the younger sister being cared for in front of her sister. A woman's innate maternal instincts rarely find room to be expressed, leaving her with a slight sense of regret. This time, meeting Tao, younger than her, fulfilled her wish. Tao, sometimes cleverly, would play along, making a few playful requests, which his wife usually granted.

The two enjoyed their meal and walked out of the restaurant, arm in arm, as night fell. A movie theater was nearby, within walking distance. To avoid running into acquaintances and causing confusion, they separated.

Tao arrived first and bought tickets, then they went inside just before the movie started. Tao had bought a couple's box; his wife said she had no idea what was playing, but it seemed to be some big-budget film with a large set. For nearly two hours, they barely paid attention to the screen. Once inside the box, they held hands tightly and clung to each other.

After the lights went out, Tao leaned down and kissed his wife deeply. Their tongues intertwined passionately, their tongues mingling and clashing. His wife was so excited she felt breathless, kissing him while helplessly stroking his hair.

After a long kiss, the wife, like a fish out of water returning to its depths, gasped for breath in blissful gasps. When she finally caught her breath, she realized that the straps of her tank top had been pulled down to her shoulders, and Tao's hands were already busy groping her through her bra.

A moment later, she felt a slight coolness on her chest; her breasts, now freed from their confinement, bounced joyfully in the darkness, only to be covered by a pair of slightly rough hands. Her heart pounded. Sitting on Tao's lap, she gripped his clothes tightly, supporting herself, passively enduring his intrusion.

Finally, when Tao's hands withdrew from her chest, she breathed a sigh of relief, but her body suddenly tensed. Tao's hands moved to her legs, caressing them, then his head moved to her nipples… Her hands unconsciously caressed Tao's body as well.

Tao guided his wife's hand, leading it to his penis, which he desired her caress... Their four hands roamed and stroked each other's most sensitive, most desire-to-be-pleased parts, both breathing heavily, the thick, ambiguous atmosphere filling the small private room... His wife, limp and unable to stay on Tao's lap any longer, slowly slid down to the seat, leaning weakly against his chest, her breath constantly brushing against the erect penis he held in his hand... She had never imagined she would be so reckless, performing oral sex on a man she had just met in a public place, even though it was dark and the surrounding area was full of people. She

felt as if she had been exposed to the public, shamelessly engaging in this wanton act in full view of everyone, enduring the contempt and pointing fingers of the onlookers. This feeling made my wife incredibly ashamed, her thoughts becoming increasingly chaotic. Yet, her mouth couldn't bear to leave that extremely tempting penis. Fortunately, she retained a sliver of reason, or perhaps fearing that Tao might ejaculate prematurely, she forced herself to stop, seeing his reluctant expression.

Hearing this, my lust was aroused even more, becoming increasingly irresistible. My penis, which hadn't yet ejaculated, became even hotter and harder in my wife's hands. The story I'd just heard also strongly stimulated my wife. Seeing her enthusiastic expression, she obediently moved between my legs, bending down to deeply insert my penis into her mouth.

I loved it when my wife served me like this; I had put in a lot of effort to help her master this skill. As her tongue intertwined with mine, and her head jerked violently, the pent-up desire of the past two days finally found its outlet… After cleaning up, we embraced and leaned against the headboard, making out for a while. My wife continued to tell me about yesterday's erotic experiences.

It felt like an eternity before the movie finally ended. Emerging from the theater, neither of them wanted to do anything else, rushing to Tao's house as quickly as possible. The moment they stepped inside, they kissed and moved to the sofa, embracing and collapsing onto it, eagerly freeing themselves and each other. Soon, like newborn babies, they had completely exposed their secrets to each other's burning gaze, fully prepared for what was to come.

At this moment, anything else seemed superfluous; they eagerly awaited becoming one. His wife gently enveloped his hardness with her tender walls, and the long wait had finally culminated in a perfect ending. Under Tao's thrusts, sometimes gentle, sometimes fierce, his wife's body quickly lost its way… until Tao ejaculated his hot semen deep into her vagina, only then was she jolted awake from her umpteenth orgasm.

My wife's relationship with Tao was the most intense one she'd ever been with besides mine. She later admitted that the wonderful feeling she experienced while making love with Tao was very similar to when we were deeply in love. None of her subsequent friends could give her a similar experience.

She was quite dissatisfied with this. She's a sentimental woman; she enjoys friendships without any particular feelings, but she would never associate them with sex, no matter how well they got along. Therefore, her online friends naturally became just ordinary friends.

Afterwards, my wife and Tao maintained a long-term intimate relationship, frequently meeting and leaving traces of their intimacy in hotels, Tao's house, and my house. Often, my wife would return home the next day with a tired but quite satisfied expression. Only when I hurriedly took off her underwear and spread her legs to examine her did I realize how intense the previous night's encounter had been.

My wife's previously closed labia were now parted like blooming flowers, her dark pubic hair disheveled and still covered with secretions—whether hers or Tao's—clumping together the soft, smooth hair. Perhaps she had been too busy with their passion all night to clean up, or perhaps she was too weak from the intense lovemaking to bother washing herself, and so she and Tao slept in bed together until the moment before we went home.

During this time, Tao was completely unaware that I was in control, and I never intended to reveal my presence, because I had initially wanted my wife to enjoy this secret affair alone. Later, I felt that simply hearing my wife's account afterward wasn't enough to satisfy my growing curiosity; my desire to see it for myself was too strong. So I told my wife my idea: I wanted to see a video of them having sex.

After much persuasion, based on my wife's love for me, although she was reluctant, she finally agreed, albeit somewhat coyly.

It was evening again. Watching my wife dress up beautifully, put the DV camera in her bag, and blush as she walked out of the house, my excitement was about to explode. I sat at home, restless, waiting. It was already late, but I still couldn't sleep. My mind kept replaying what my wife was doing, and alluring scenes flashed before my eyes like a movie… I couldn't wait any longer; I had to do something. I picked up the phone, not caring about disturbing them. The call connected for a while before I heard my wife's slightly cloying voice. I knew that voice all too well; it only came out when she was doing something vigorous. Judging from that voice, their intimacy wasn't over yet.

"Why are you disturbing my sleep…" my wife said coquettishly, implying that everything was okay. To avoid any unnecessary trouble, I reluctantly hung up the phone. With nowhere to vent my pent-up desire, it seemed I had no choice but to take care of it myself. Looking at my aroused and erect penis, I reluctantly reached down… Because I slept so late last night, I basically slept all morning. I wasn't even up when my wife came home. She pinched my nose, and I finally woke up. Seeing my wife standing in front of the bed, her face flushed with desire and radiant with excitement, I immediately pulled her onto the bed without a word, quickly stripping her naked. I used my hands and mouth for a while before remembering my real purpose.

I jumped out of bed, took out the DV camera, and watched as my wife recounted what happened last night. They had made love five times in total, four last night, and one more time before I got home this morning. When I called, they were only halfway through their second time. My wife was lying face down on the bed answering the phone, while Tao, who had been kneeling behind her and thrusting vigorously, immediately froze upon hearing my voice. His hard penis almost went limp, but returned to normal after realizing nothing was wrong.

While my wife and I were on the phone, Tao was slowly thrusting into her from behind, holding her buttocks. The movements gradually increased in speed, but to avoid making any impact sounds, he didn't penetrate fully each time. Even so, my wife felt incredibly intensely, trying her best to remain silent, struggling to hold it in, so much so that I could occasionally hear her heavy breathing.

Perhaps because she was talking to her husband on the phone while Tao was thrusting into her, my wife felt that this pleasure was more stimulating and intense than ever before. As soon as she hung up the phone, she immediately reached orgasm, moaning loudly… The DV camera recorded their first time making love last night, lasting over an hour. My wife told me that she was very engaged last night to give me the best visual experience; it was evident from the footage that they had plenty of foreplay, including kissing and caressing, and then used various positions during intercourse. Tao's movements were both gentle and wild, with close-up shots clearly showing how his penis went in and out of my wife's vagina, how her vagina went from being clean and pure at the beginning to being a mess, with semen splattering everywhere.

It was clear that both of them were enjoying the physical pleasure immensely, and my wife's moans were intoxicating; even those not present could feel the lewd atmosphere. Especially the moment Tao pulled his penis out of my wife's vagina after she ejaculated was breathtaking. The scene of my wife slowly opening her legs, with Tao's semen gushing from her vaginal opening, almost made me ejaculate.

Although my wife had told me about it before, seeing her passionately making love with someone else was still an unparalleled visual shock. My whole body was in a state of intense arousal, my eyes wouldn't leave the screen for a moment, and I lovingly caressed my wife's body.

My wife watched the DV with me, occasionally adding narration, while also obediently caressing my penis, sometimes even sticking out her tongue to stimulate the glans. Finally, I couldn't resist any longer and pinned this little vixen down, placing the DV in front of us, mimicking Tao's positions and rhythm as I thrust passionately into her vagina...

My pent-up desire from the entire night finally found an outlet, and my wife's moans mingled with the sounds from the video, echoing freely in our bedroom...

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