My wife's experience (repost)

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My wife is 35 years old this year. After graduating, she stayed in Chongqing and works as a finance manager in a large company.
My wife is 165 cm tall. Childbirth didn't affect her natural figure; she's only slightly heavier than before we got married, weighing 49 kg.
My wife isn't exactly beautiful, but she has a very dignified appearance, a small face, and skin like most Chinese people.
Our married life should be very ordinary.
In college, my wife had many suitors ,
mainly because she was a very good dancer.
After we got married, she didn't seem to have much contact with her former suitors.
Before, my wife had a very strong sex drive, but since having children, she always seems very passive during sex. She
only shows interest in sex in the two days before her period.
I thought that perhaps most families live ordinary lives like ours.
However, about two years ago, one summer evening, it was already 10:50 pm, and my wife still hadn't come home.
I couldn't resist making a phone call. My wife answered after a long pause. I asked her many questions, and she said someone was drunk and she'd be home as soon as she finished.
Around midnight, she returned home from her social engagement. I noticed she seemed unusually excited, her face flushed.
By then, I was already in bed.
Looking at her excited eyes, I couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong today? Did you take the wrong medicine?" My
wife just smiled and ignored me.
After she showered and returned to the room, she simply said, "Don't be crazy, I'm the same as always!"
When she lay down beside me and naturally embraced me, it seemed she wasn't rejecting me today. "Gently, don't rush!"
my wife said.
But I could clearly feel that she was already wet down there, something that usually takes me a long time to achieve. "What's wrong today?"
I asked gently after penetrating her.
My wife didn't say anything, just spread her legs wider.
Soon after, her face turned pale, and she reached orgasm.
During the break, I asked my wife, "Something must have happened to you today. Did you run into a past suitor?"
"Nothing!"
my wife said firmly. "Then why did you seem so excited today?"
I asked again.
My wife remained silent.
After a while, my wife leaned against me and whispered, "You really want to know?"
"Yes," I replied. "I'll tell you, but you can't get angry," my wife said.
Actually, as soon as my wife said that, I became nervous, worried about what might have happened to her that night.
But despite this, I still pretended to be casual and answered, "We're an old married couple, what can't we talk about?" My wife hesitated for a moment, looked at me, and said very softly, "Tonight, the boss at work drank too much because he closed a big contract."
"Tell me?"
I urged. "At first, after he drank, the boss invited the other party to karaoke. You know, I usually don't go to these kinds of events. If I hadn't prepared the documents, I wouldn't have gone tonight either." My wife glanced at me again.
She continued, "But you don't know, once we got to the KTV, I was the only woman there, and there were five men."
"Later, the boss told them to call some girls to keep us company, and they called four in."
"When the guests saw the girls arrive, they were initially quite respectful, but later they ignored me and started touching the girls."
"I wasn't used to that, so I said goodbye to the boss and tried to leave."
"But the boss disagreed, saying they could stay in the private room while we went dancing."
"So I had no choice but to go dancing with the boss."
"You know our boss, he's only forty years old, and he's a very good dancer."
"I haven't danced in years, so I'm a bit rusty." Hearing this, I asked, "During the dancing, did your boss make any inappropriate moves?"
"Nothing was wrong! Dancing definitely involves more close contact than usual, and besides, everyone's not wearing much in the summer," my wife continued. "But...but..."
My wife hesitated again. “Tell me, I want to know all the details of what happened last night, I won’t be angry,” my wife said, as if steeling herself, “He touched my back while he was dancing slowly, because the lights inside seemed to be all off, and we were all pressed tightly together.”
“I could often feel his penis intentionally or unintentionally pressing against my body.”
“That’s all?”
I asked somewhat reluctantly.
I asked again, “Where did his penis touch your body?”
My wife gently squeezed my penis and said, “Right where you’re inserted.”
“He also touched other places on my body, and I couldn’t push him away.”
“Where? Just tell me all at once.” At this moment, I felt my penis getting hard again, so I pulled my wife back a little and inserted my already hard penis into her body. “Tell me quickly,” I said impatiently.
At this moment, my wife pounced on me and whispered in my ear. "When we were dancing slowly, we were initially keeping our distance, but someone accidentally touched us, and we naturally ended up pressed together."
"At that point, his hands were only around my waist, but then one hand started stroking my back."
"The hand that was stroking my back would linger on the back strap of my bra for a long time."
"At first, I didn't mind, because everyone does that in those situations."
"But then, his other hand started getting restless too."
"How so?"
I interjected, noticing my penis was painfully hard inside my wife, and I couldn't help but thrust forcefully.
My wife moaned again during my thrusts,
but her words remained intermittent. "His arm around my back was wrapped around me, and his hand in front started pinching my breasts through my clothes."
"I told him not to do that, but he ignored me and continued what he was doing, and even kissed my face."
"You know, the music for slow dances goes on and on, endlessly."
"Later, I followed him to the innermost corner, even though there were already many people there, but there wasn't a single light." The wife paused and continued, "After we moved inside, he started putting his hand inside my shirt with his back hand. I don't even know how he unhooked my bra from behind, and then he started groping around inside. And, and he even reached down from under my skirt and slipped his hand under my shorts to caress my buttocks."
"After I pulled it out, he started touching my front directly."
"He touched my front all that?"
I asked with a pang of sadness. "Yeah, he was too strong, I really couldn't do anything about it, and I did
n't want to argue with him." "So, did he touch you down there?"
I asked. "He wanted to touch me, but I said, 'If you keep doing that, I'm leaving,' so he didn't continue. Later, he just kept squeezing my breasts, which made me feel so uncomfortable."
"When the slow dance ended, I looked at my watch and it was already 10:30. I said I had to go home."
"The boss said he would take me home and he would settle the tips from the private room. As for the other expenses, since we're familiar, he
'd just let me know and settle them tomorrow." "So, I waited for him in his car. After a while, he made the arrangements and came out."
"After you came out, did you come straight back?"
I asked sourly. "We were going to come back, but you called me in the car, and he stopped in the woods by the roadside. You were talking so much on the phone. At first, he just looked at me while he was talking, but then he started touching me again."
"Where did he touch you?"
I asked eagerly. "Where else could he touch? He went straight for the places he couldn't reach before, but I was on the phone with you, so I couldn't make too much noise for you to hear, and I had to deal with him with my other hand."
"By the time you hung up, his hands had already forcefully spread my legs apart, and he even put a finger inside." At this point, I was extremely excited by my wife's description. I was
even more eager to know what happened next. "What happened next?"
I asked. "After hanging up the phone, I forcefully pulled his hand away and told him I wanted to get off the bus and take a taxi home myself."
"But he said he meant no harm, that he'd always liked me, and that maybe he'd had too much to drink. Unexpectedly, as he spoke, he moved my hand towards his own."
"I was startled; I didn't know when he'd taken his thing out, but because he was holding my hand so tightly, I couldn't pull it back."
"When he pressed my hand against his, he told me he would respect me, but hoped I could help him ejaculate with my hand, saying he was upset."
"I thought to myself, 'He's already touched me; if he releases, I can go home immediately,' so I followed his hand and started stroking his penis."
"I don't know what happened, but after stroking it for a while, he didn't ejaculate. Later, I simply used both hands to help him. At that moment, he said he might have hurt me, and just as I was about to ask him to turn on the light so I could check, he ejaculated completely, getting it all over my clothes and his."
"Later, he drove me home. When I got out of the car, he tried to kiss me, but I didn't agree." No wonder I noticed some marks on my wife
's chest when she came in. At that moment, I didn't seem to blame my wife for her behavior; instead, I felt a thrill I'd never experienced before. The thought of my wife being played with by a strange man filled me with a strange excitement.
While making love with my wife, my mind was filled with those fragments of her description.
Although I felt a pang of sadness for a moment, the thrill and excitement prevailed.
After we finished again, I couldn't help but ask my wife, "What did it feel like when you were touching his thing?"
My wife was shy and wouldn't say, but after my repeated questioning, she finally spoke haltingly, "His thing, because it was dark, I couldn't see it, but the feeling in my hand at first made it seem really big. But since he couldn't get it out, after touching the whole thing, I felt it wasn't that big, not proportionate to his size. Someone that big should have a bigger one." My wife continued, "But his thing is definitely bigger than yours." After she finished speaking, she touched my penis and said, "It should be longer than yours. The head seems bigger than yours, but overall it's not as thick as yours when it's hard. And when it's hard, I feel it's still soft. I don't know how he has sex with his wife at home." The next morning when I got up, I looked at my wife, who was still naked and asleep. Thinking about how my wife had been touched by someone else the night before, I felt really bad, but just thinking about it made my penis hard again.
Without realizing it, I lay down again, carefully parted my wife's legs, and easily penetrated her once more.
Actually, my wife was already awake while I was doing this, but she hadn't opened her eyes.
In the morning, after everyone got up, my wife asked me what I would do if he harassed her again. At that moment, my mind went blank. My wife earns over ten thousand yuan a month; she couldn't possibly give up her job because of this.
Moreover, although this accidental affair wasn't what I wanted, I felt a strange excitement in addition to sadness.
It had been years since I'd felt this stimulating and constantly craving feeling during sex with my wife.
I didn't say much, just told her to avoid being alone with him as much as possible.
A few days passed, and during those days, I made love to my wife almost every day, and her libido suddenly became much stronger.
We both noticed the changes.
In a discussion after a passionate encounter, my wife asked me if I would divorce her if she really had a more direct relationship with another man. Of course not. I told my wife immediately, but I hoped that if such things really happened in the future, she wouldn't invest too much emotion in it.
The children are already so grown up; it's not a huge loss, but sometimes thinking about it still makes me feel uncomfortable.
Besides, I also had a lover outside, but since this incident, I've lost all feelings for her, and my attention has returned to my wife.
So, I asked my wife if her boss at work was harassing her again.
My wife laughed and said no! In fact, the boss is always avoiding her now; she seems to have seen through the seemingly powerful boss after this incident, and she really has no feelings for him anymore.
And so, another six months passed uneventfully, but during these six months, my wife's libido completely changed.
When we make love, we often talk about what happened to my wife.
We had a couple of friends from university who later became a couple, and they were very close to our family.
My male classmate told me after I got married that he had a crush on my current wife; he was five centimeters taller than me, 180 centimeters.
He was incredibly strong. Even after so many years since graduation, while we'd all gained weight, he hadn't; his body was still muscular.
Several times when we went swimming together, I'd seen my wife enviously stare at his muscles.
His wife used to be in the class next to ours; she was the bandleader.
She was about the same height as my wife, maybe a little taller, but she looked fuller and, in my opinion, more feminine.
Our two families often took our children on trips, sometimes with other classmates joining us.
I remember one National Day holiday, we planned a road trip to Huangshan for a few days.
Since my wife's mother had taken my child back to her hometown in Guangdong, my classmates thought their children wouldn't have company, so they didn't bring them.
On the way there, everyone joked that his wife was sitting in the front, and he kept wanting to sleep while driving, so they suggested my wife sit next to him.
Since we were all old friends, we set off with smiles on our faces.
We were driving my company's Buick minivan, which was very spacious and comfortable for long journeys.
My wife sat next to him, and his wife and I sat in the back.
At first, everyone was chatting and laughing in the car, but gradually, his wife said she wanted to sleep.
At this point, I jokingly asked if we had finished our travel plans ahead of schedule last night. My wife said I was always so irresponsible.
Because his wife kept resting her head on my shoulder after falling asleep, I couldn't help but jokingly tell my classmate that it was his wife who had taken the initiative to lean on me.
My classmate always responded with a grin, telling me to take good care of his wife in the back and not to bully her.
We always said things like that, so
it wasn't a big deal.
As evening approached, my wife was still chatting and laughing with him, while I in the back also started to feel sleepy; it was already dark outside.
When I woke up after a short nap, I heard my wife say to him, "Those two are asleep. They look like a couple." I squinted and looked at them for a while. My classmate was still driving intently and said, "They'll be wide awake when we want to sleep tonight." Suddenly, I felt that my classmate's wife was a little cold, so I said, "Turn on the air conditioner. Your wife will be cold sleeping like that." But to my surprise, my classmate said, "So you weren't asleep? Turning on the air conditioner in October? Do you think we're crazy?" As he spoke, he threw his coat at me from the front.
So, I carefully put the coat on my classmate's wife.
But after a while, I found that my classmate's wife's hand was on my... well, you know, making me feel very uncomfortable in the back seat.
So, I gently slipped my hand under his wife's hand to protect my... well, you
know. Holding my classmate's wife's cold hand, I suddenly had some improper thoughts.
Soon, my body started to feel something again, hard.
I still can't quite put my finger on whether my classmate's wife deliberately squeezed my hand when she leaned against me several times; I just had that feeling.
Finally arriving in Huangshan City, we found a restaurant near the hotel to eat. Everyone was exhausted from the long drive.
Drinking and eating was definitely the best way to relax.
Since we all knew each other very well, we drank quite a bit that evening.
After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to rest; it was almost 10 pm.
In my room, my wife, after showering and wearing the pajamas I'd brought from home, said to me, "You two didn't do anything naughty in the back seat today?"
I said, "No!"
My wife chuckled and said, "Your classmate, while driving, put his hand on my thigh several times. I thought it was unintentional, but later I realized he did it on purpose. You men are all the same!" I was shocked. "Really?"
My wife said, "Really!"
Having learned from my previous experience, I was much more resilient.
My wife continued, "He just put it on top, didn't do anything." I casually retorted, "Do you expect him to go further?"
My wife laughed and playfully hit me! Just then, I heard the phone ring in the room.
I answered, and it was my classmate from next door.
He said if we didn't want to sleep, since we hadn't finished our liquor and had brought a lot of stuff, we could chat a bit more.
I asked my wife's opinion, and she said, "Sure." She asked if I wanted to change, since she wasn't wearing a bra.
I said it was fine.
So, we immediately went to their room.
Perhaps they didn't expect us to come so quickly, as they didn't even say hello.
My classmate opened the door wearing only his briefs, and upon seeing my wife, immediately said, "Wait a minute." I chuckled and said, "We're all familiar with each other, we've even swum together, what's the big deal?" But I didn't know his wife was still showering inside. As I went in to talk, I naturally put my hand on the bathroom door.
As a result, the door opened, and his wife was getting dressed.
She looked up and saw my eyes, and instantly, we were all incredibly embarrassed.
At this moment, my wife walked up to me, blocking my view, and said, "Still looking? What are you looking at?" And so, I awkwardly went inside.
My classmate, being inside, had no idea what had happened at the door; he was only wearing beach shorts, still shirtless.
I didn't explain anything, and instead helped him prepare the drinks and other things. A little while later, his wife and my wife came out, their faces flushed, both still in their pajamas.
Since there were no chairs in the room, my classmate brought out a plastic sheet he had prepared for resting on the mountain. We all sat on the plastic sheet, gathered around it, and started drinking.
The two wives had already drunk quite a bit. At first, they said they wouldn't drink, but when I played drinking games with my classmate, they worried their husbands would drink too much, so in the end, everyone started drinking.
Since everyone was sitting on the floor, it wasn't a problem for the men, but the women, wearing pajamas, were frequently exposing themselves.
At first, the two women were concerned about their clothes, constantly tugging at them.
Later, as the atmosphere became more lively, things became less formal. My classmate's wife's underwear was often exposed to me, and like my wife, she wasn't wearing a bra under her pajamas.
Of course, my wife was also constantly being exposed, and several times I saw my classmate's eyes peering at her breasts through the gaps in her clothes.
I thought, so what if she looks? Women are all the same, and besides, I've already thoroughly seen your wife, though the fog was too thick to see clearly.
Sitting on the floor for a while was tiring.
My classmate's wife said she wanted him to massage her back.
At this point, my wife said, "My husband is the best at back massages, you can have him do it."
So my classmate laughed and said, "Sure!" So, without hesitation, I moved over and started massaging his wife's back in front of him.
Then, my classmate seemed to feel cheated and said he wanted my wife to massage his back too, as it was sore from driving all day.
At this point, my classmate's wife smiled and said to her husband, "You'll have to tip, okay?"
My wife generously told my classmate, "Go! Lie down on the bed, I'll give you a good massage!"
To be honest, up to this point, no one had any other thoughts; it felt very natural, and even a little exciting.
So, my classmate and his wife each lay down on their own beds.
I assure you, I was very focused when I massaged my classmate's wife.
We chatted and massaged for a while, and then my classmate said, "Let me turn over, massage my arm too." Just as my wife was massaging his arm, my classmate said something that caused a drastic change.
He said, "I saw your wife's breasts, they're quite beautiful." Before he could finish, my wife slapped him.
Because my wife's clothes had loosened during the vigorous massage, my classmate easily saw her breasts completely. My wife
immediately tightened her clothes.
At this point, I said, "Don't go too far, your wife is in my hands too." Then, my classmate's wife said, "Why don't you massage me for a while, you must be tired, let me massage you too." His wife's words were exactly what I wanted.
But my classmate said something sarcastic: "You can't look at my wife's things." After I lay down, my classmate's wife began to massage me very seriously. Moreover, when I was massaging her back, the straps of her nightgown had loosened, but she didn't even bother to tighten them again.
Because his wife was massaging my arms with her back to him, he couldn't see her front.
I lay there, still talking incoherently, but my eyes were already fixed on his wife's breasts.
Her nightgown was loose in the front, and her breasts appeared and disappeared with her movements, extremely alluring.
Actually, she already knew her breasts were exposed, but she just pretended not to care.
It was as if she was getting revenge on her husband.
I don't know how my classmate reacted, but his wife must have seen my penis already erect.
Just as his wife was about to switch hands, I quietly pinched one of her breasts.
But I still said, "I'm at a disadvantage, I can't see your wife's!"
At this moment, my classmate laughed happily.
However, I felt his wife pinch me hard. "Ouch!"
I heard my wife cry out, and I wanted to look up to see what happened, but my classmate's wife immediately stopped me.
I asked, "Wife, what's wrong?"
My wife didn't answer, but my classmate laughed at me, "I accidentally touched your wife's breast." At this moment, I saw that his wife was very unhappy. She said to me, "Never mind them, let's go to the next room." After saying that, she pulled me up, quickly straightened her clothes, and dragged me out the door.
My wife called her, but his wife ignored her.
My classmate said, "Ignore her!"
So, his wife and I went to my room.
Actually, I was already incredibly excited. As soon as I entered, I closed the door and
naturally put my arm around his wife's waist.
At first, his wife didn't seem to react much. I reached my hand under her clothes from behind, squeezing her breasts. Standing there in front of the bed, with the light off, I gradually slipped my hand down her nightgown.
When I went through her shorts, she seemed to resist a little, but then she relaxed all resistance.
So, I held her and gently pulled her shorts off one leg, but when I tried to go through the other leg, she didn't agree.
When I laid her down, I was already lightly kissing her breasts. Aside from some moans, she did whatever I wanted.
When I opened her legs, she cooperated very naturally, and then I penetrated her.
It felt much looser than my wife's, but my intense excitement made me oblivious to these details.
It seemed she arrived faster than me. A moment later, her hands gripped my shoulders tightly, and she said, "I want it! Hurry!"
I continued thrusting into her for a while, then gently asked, "Can I put it in?"
She didn't answer, just nodded vigorously.
From the moment she came in until I ejaculated inside her, the whole process took less than ten minutes.
After I finished, she pushed me away and went to the bathroom to clean.
A little while later, without even saying goodbye, she went to her room.
Soon after, my wife returned.
As soon as she entered, she asked, "What's wrong?"
I said, "How should I know?"
My wife immediately reached into my pants and touched me. "You did it with her?"
I didn't know how to answer her.
While I hesitated, my wife said, "From now on, we can't do this anymore. We're even." I was wondering what my wife meant when
the door rang again. I opened the door and saw it was my classmate. "What happened just now?"
My wife immediately replied, "Nothing,"
while glaring at me. "Nothing?"
I said casually. "Oh! It's alright, it's alright! You guys rest!"
With that, my classmate left.
Later, the room was quiet, but my wife and I continued our escapade.
After my classmate left, my wife lay down beside me and asked, "You're something else, you've already 'shot' someone else's wife so quickly!" I said, "Didn't you two do it?" My
wife placed my hand on her crotch and said, "I did it with him, that's why it's so dry down there."
"So what were you doing?"
I asked curiously. "As soon as she pulled you out, he got nervous and kept asking me, 'What are you two doing out there?'"
"I said it was nothing, maybe the jokes went a little too far today."
"That relaxed him a bit, and he wanted to keep touching me, but I wasn't in the mood anymore. I ignored him, just focused on getting dressed and imagining what you two were doing."
"Later, she came back, went to the bathroom alone, and locked the door."
"When I saw that, I was worried about you, so I rushed over." At that moment, even though they were classmates, I felt a strange sense of joy.
I asked my wife, "What were you and him doing when we were in the same room? Hearing you two laughing and joking made me feel really uncomfortable."
"You felt uncomfortable? You slept with someone else's wife, and you're still uncomfortable?"
my wife said sourly.
I didn't dare say I thought they were doing it too.
My wife asked me again, "Did you really penetrate her?"
I said yes! "Of course I put it inside her." I said, "You! I don't even know what to say to you!"
"But it's all my fault for going too far with the joke. I won't allow you to touch her again." I said okay! And I promise! At this point, I had slept with my classmate's wife, but he didn't penetrate my wife. Actually, besides feeling a little taken advantage of, I also felt a bit wronged for my old friend.
Later, my wife and I did it again. While we were doing it, my wife asked me a lot of questions about how it felt to be with her.
Afterwards, my wife scolded me: "After you did it with her, you didn't even wash up before inserting yourself into me again." I asked my wife, "Were you behaving yourself when you were massaging him?" My wife said, "I was behaving myself at first, but he was pinching and touching me here and there. Later, I saw that he got hard, and I got aroused and secretly put my hand inside his pants. I usually think he's quite strong, but his penis isn't that big, not as big as I imagined, though it was quite hard. I masturbated for a while, and before you guys left, he ejaculated in his pants." My wife then added, "You're shameless." The next day, when everyone met again, my wife was quite generous to see my classmate, while my classmate seemed a bit shy.
My classmate's wife pretended that nothing had happened when she saw me, but I could see that her face was always slightly flushed.
During a chance encounter, she asked me, "Does your wife know?"
I quickly replied, "No." She told me that my husband didn't know either, thinking that I had just sat in your room for a while.
I asked her, "Didn't you two do it last night?"
"Could I do it with him again? If we did, he'd know everything."
"But your wife made my husband's thing come out."
"Did your wife tell you?"
I said, "No." She chuckled and scolded me, "You cuckold!" After that, everyone went back to how things were before, and I believe my wife never had any more intimate encounters with other men.
However, after this incident, my classmate's wife and I secretly met several times.
My wife later found out, but told me not to continue like this. However, every time I had contact with her, I had to honestly confess when I got home.

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