My wife and I's past

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Many friends in the amusement park treat friendship as an exchange, which is truly laughable.
What's the difference between this and going to a brothel?
Married couples should enjoy each other's company and experience a happy life together. Does it really have to be a two-way exchange? I
really can't help but tell you our story.
My wife and I were classmates in college, and we had sex in our sophomore year.
Although she was very naive at the time, I knew it wasn't her first time.
I loved her very much and didn't want to delve into her past. I only knew that she had a boyfriend named Bin in high school, but they broke up.
Several boys pursued her in college, and it took me a lot of effort to win her over.
Back then, I hated it when she attended dances invited by boys, and she told me about so-and-so who had hugged and touched her.
Later, she also told me that a boy had cornered her in her dorm and forcibly kissed her—I'll tell you what happened later.
Back then, I read Hu Zuofei's series of articles about humiliating girlfriends, and I was deeply moved and found it very exciting. This had a significant impact on our future married life.
I liked to talk about my wife's past experiences during our intimate moments, and her reaction was very noticeable; the quality of her actions improved rapidly. Gradually, my wife accepted this approach.
We talked about people from university to their workplaces, and later we started talking about her high school boyfriend, Bin.
However, she preferred to admit to some workplace harassment rather than anything that happened with Bin.
Later, I secretly used my wife's QQ account to have several deep conversations with Bin and found that he still couldn't forget her, and their words were overly intimate.
Actually, it wasn't a big deal; I didn't want to interfere. These were my wife's personal privacy, and I didn't complain if she didn't want to talk about it. My private contact with Bin was just to facilitate an extramarital affair for my wife.
I often imagined my wife being held by someone else; she must be even more charming and alluring than when she was with me. Under someone else, she would not only have the tenderness she had with me, but also a touch more shyness, something I could never achieve no matter how hard I tried.
So, I would often encourage my wife to try it at appropriate times. My wife would sometimes agree and sometimes refuse, freely exploring her imagination, giving me wave after wave of orgasms in bed.
After each encounter, I would doubt whether I could truly accept watching my wife be shared with another man, while my wife would often ask me if I would regret it and leave her if it really happened.
Honestly, I was somewhat reluctant; a bitter feeling and a strong sense of excitement constantly assaulted my heart, and there hadn't been any real progress.
However, something unexpected happened naturally.
Last year during the National Day holiday, I took my child and wife home to visit relatives, stopping at my wife's sister's house.
Coincidentally, Bin lived in the same district as my wife's sister, not far away.
My wife's sister talked about Bin, how he had taken care of her, and suggested we visit his home.
Seeing that my wife also wanted to visit, we left the child with her and bought gifts to go to his house in the east of the city.
Before going, my wife's sister called him, and he gave us the detailed address, so we took a taxi there.
When we arrived, it was already past 5 pm, and only his wife was home.
His 100-square-meter house made my wife very envious. The two women chatted back and forth.
It was almost 6:30, and getting dark, but Bin still hadn't returned.
I gave my wife a look, signaling to get up and go home. Bin's wife repeatedly stopped us, insisting we stay for dinner.
We insisted on leaving, saying our child was with my wife's sister, and Bin's wife called him again.
Just as we were at an impasse, Bin came home.
After their strong persuasion, we stayed for dinner.
The meal was quite long, mainly because they were speaking a dialect I didn't understand much of.
I vaguely heard them talking about their classmates' current situations and the class reunion from last year's Spring Festival.
I heard Bin mention my wife's best friend, seemingly saying that the girl had slept with another male classmate at the reunion.
Because of the language barrier, I mainly drank alone. Before I knew it, it was past 11.
Seeing that going home was out of the question, and with their insistence, we had no choice but to stay at Bin's house.
After washing up, it was almost midnight. Lying in someone else's bed, I still felt a little excited.
As I caressed my wife, I asked about our conversation from the previous evening. She excitedly recounted how her best friend had gone to a hotel with another male classmate at a reunion. Bin told her that during the reunion, their classmates had booked several hotel rooms for those who had traveled from afar. He had accidentally stumbled into her friend's room and witnessed the two of them in bed, but he didn't make a scene. He simply stood guard outside until the man left. Bin advised my wife to warn the female classmate to avoid trouble.
I asked my wife if she would also go to a hotel with someone if she attended the reunion. She playfully replied, "That's not necessarily true!" This made me even more aroused. I climbed on top of her, ready to get down to business, but she nervously pushed me away, saying, "What if someone sees us?" I became even more excited and said, "Then I'll just tease him..." I got straight to the point, and my wife exclaimed, "You're so naughty!" After a few thrusts, my wife, her eyes slightly closed and panting, said, "You know, honey, if you had let me come last time, I definitely would have been his." I pressed her to tell me who he was, but my wife just smiled and didn't answer. At that moment, I ejaculated profusely, in less than ten minutes, but I felt incredibly excited. Under the influence of alcohol, I quickly drifted off to sleep.

In my hazy state, I seemed to hear someone softly calling my wife's name, and felt the Simmons bed gently shaking. I suddenly opened my eyes and saw a figure standing by our bed, pulling on my wife's arm. She was pulling away forcefully. I quickly closed my eyes, quietly observing everything.
My wife broke free of the person and made a gesture to him, and the dark figure disappeared. Then I watched as my wife tiptoed up, lifted the covers, her eyes fixed on me. Seeing that I didn't react, she carefully left.
Watching her gently close the door, my heart was pounding. I didn't know what would happen next, but subconsciously I felt my wife was about to be raped. I quietly followed her out of bed and discovered that my wife wasn't even wearing shoes.
Peeking through the crack in the bedroom door, I saw Bin and his wife sitting side-by-side on the living room sofa. Bin held his wife's hand in one hand and had his other arm around her waist. They were talking softly, and his wife would occasionally glance towards the door, then lower her head and smile shyly.
Suddenly, Bin pulled his wife into his arms and kissed her. She struggled briefly before collapsing into his embrace, and they kissed deeply. Bin's hand, which had been holding hers, disappeared inside her thermal underwear, and her body began to writhe in his arms. Bin gently laid her down and pressed her against him. His hand slowly pulled down her thermal underwear, and I clearly saw that her black panties were also being rolled up and pulled down.
My heart leaped into my throat, and the alcohol instantly sobered me up. I kept asking myself if I had really made up my mind, or if I should remind them at this crucial moment.
As I struggled with my feelings, my wife began to struggle desperately. With one hand, she clutched her underwear, which had already slipped down to her buttocks, and with the other, she pushed Bin upwards. Bin leaned down and whispered something in her ear, while my wife, her eyes fixed on the doorway, whispered something else. Bin seemed to understand something. He stood up, and before my wife could even pull up her underwear, he swept her up in his arms and strode into his bedroom. I was utterly stunned and quickly followed him quietly.
Bin didn't even close the door when he carried my wife inside, so I had to peek through the doorway. Their bed seemed quite large, about 2.2 meters. It was placed horizontally by the door. Bin's wife was sleeping face-in at the far end of the bed. Bin had placed her horizontally on the bed, her legs dangling over the edge. The bedside lamp was on, making everything clearly visible. When I approached, my wife's underwear had already been rolled up and thrown at the doorway.
Bin was on top of my wife, kissing her deeply, his hands groping inside her thermal underwear. My wife's legs were tightly pressed together, rubbing back and forth as if in a state of restlessness. Bin skillfully pulled off her thermal underwear and tossed it off the bed. My wife's pale body lay there naked, her long, black hair scattered messily across her blushing cheeks. Bin quickly got up, pulled off his thermal underwear, grabbed my wife's legs that were draped over the edge of the bed, and forcefully spread them apart, kneeling between them. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, I could clearly see Bin's erection, and he gently and accurately pressed it against her. My wife then raised her hands to cover herself. Bin released her legs, pinning her arms above her head with his hands, and quickly pressed his upper body against hers, kissing her lips. My wife only managed a single "no," followed by muffled resistance. Bin's upper thighs were pressed tightly against his wife's lower thighs, spread apart. His wife's white legs were particularly conspicuous in the darkness, but the man sandwiched between them was no longer me. The bedroom was filled with the atmosphere of desire. As I watched Bin's shapely buttocks slowly sink down, my breath seemed to stop, my heart pounding as if it would jump out of my chest. I knew I had lost control of the situation.
The moment Bin's buttocks sank to the very bottom, his wife let out a long "hmm" sound, like a heart-wrenching pain, or perhaps unbearable pleasure. I realized with a clear mind that Bin had fully entered me, and I had ejaculated. Afterwards, I analyzed that on the living room sofa, his wife had stopped him from going any further because she was afraid of being discovered. But before they started in the bedroom, when she reached out to stop him, I initially thought it might be a momentary change of heart, a genuine attempt to prevent further action. Later, I realized it was probably because she had asked Bin to use protection. Because during our intimate moments, I had intentionally reminded her to use safety measures when teasing her, but in the end, Bin still managed to penetrate her completely. Bin worked very hard, only briefly pushing his wife to the top position. I saw her face flushed, her eyes tightly closed, and she collapsed after less than a minute. Bin continued to occupy the best position, thrusting until he put the soup inside. The entire encounter in the bedroom lasted nearly thirty minutes. Bin's wife remained asleep with her back to the door in one position. Aside from the sounds of their bodies colliding, although she tried to suppress them, her moans, though low, were clearly audible even from my bedroom. I suspected this was pre-arranged by Bin and his wife. Afterwards, his wife grabbed her clothes from the floor and ran naked into the bathroom, followed by the sound of running water. Lying in bed, I felt my blood rushing and my face burning. I felt Bin glance at my bedroom door and then disappear. About ten minutes later, my wife returned to my side. I turned over and embraced her, casually reaching out to touch her. I found she was very clean; there was no trace of the recent lovemaking. I desperately wanted to climb on top of her, but having already done it twice, I was too weak. I could only hold her close and secretly examine her carefully. I do
n't know when I finally drifted off to sleep. We didn't get up until after eight the next morning. Bin's wife was busy preparing breakfast, showing no signs of anything unusual from the night before, which made me wonder if she really didn't know. Bin and his wife seemed visibly uncomfortable; his wife avoided eye contact with him, and he also went to work, looking away. My wife and I said goodbye to Bin's wife and continued our visit.
Actually, every couple has some ambiguous things going on behind the scenes, it's just that we don't pay much attention to communicating about them. Moreover, most men have a "no gain, no gain" mentality, and can't accept being taken advantage of, which means wives don't dare tell their husbands even if something happens, let alone seek pleasure in these ambiguous relationships. My wife and I have a deep emotional foundation and a very high level of trust, but my wife's conservative thinking makes her unable to accept any radical ideas, which is understandable. While couples seek excitement behind the scenes to fill another aspect of their lives, why shouldn't women be allowed to do the same? This is just my personal opinion, and I hope to exchange ideas with everyone. However, I hope those who view me with an equal exchange mentality will consciously stay away, as I feel we have nothing in common.

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