My wife needs to be shared with everyone.

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I'm from Northeast China, and my wife is a real man. She's voluptuous, with fair and smooth skin, large breasts, and a beautiful vagina. It feels so good to be on top of her and fuck her! She's the kind of woman you want to sleep with the moment you see her. Even her friends say she looks incredibly sexy, making men want to have sex with her just by looking at her. My wife has a strong sex drive and is very open-minded, but in front of others, she's
very good at pretending to be a proper housewife! I love seeing my wife making very wild and provocative moves in bed, talking nonsense about sexual fantasies, and displaying seductive and wanton expressions. Many women get excited when they imagine being raped, and my wife is no exception. I let her choose the type of film she wants to watch, and she always chooses the violent or forced type. But when rape actually happens, they are overwhelmed by fear and disgust, only wanting to refuse, and there's no excitement at all. It's the same principle. I know I can't handle it, so I fantasize! Marrying a wife who's a prostitute, or marrying a prostitute who's a wife? I believe that if my wife really cheated on me, every normal man would be angry, jealous, furious, and heartbroken! But I also believe that every man has fantasies about having sex with other men's wives, so your wife must have been fantasized about having sex with others too! Actually, I know my own thoughts, and I believe most men think the same way. They want their women to be more wanton and sexy in bed. Humans constantly use their social nature to suppress their animalistic instincts, and many people masturbate to enhance sexual stimulation. Why is it always their own wife? A wife is one's most private possession, especially her genitals. To expose what is originally the most private and intimate thing is a challenge to oneself and to morality. Humans survive by constantly challenging taboos, and this is also a source of stimulation. Moreover, the more stimulating the fantasy, the more one wants to see their wife and themselves reach orgasm, and also to have others witness it or to experience it to its fullest potential under someone else's body. Of course, I don't deny that imagining one's wife being played with by other men can evoke a strange, inexplicably exciting, and sinful feeling. This may be a normal psychological phenomenon for men, although many men will deny it. But there is a gap between imagination and reality! I can't explain it now, but my intense cuckolding fantasies are hard to resist. I like cuckolding!
A few years ago, I became addicted to the internet, frequently watching pornography and reading novels. Gradually, I watched many group sex videos and read novels about wives being sexually assaulted, which I found incredibly exciting. I loved to fantasize, imagining the female protagonists in the erotic stories as my own wife. I often found myself wanting other men to sleep with her. I also worried that if my wife were actually with another man, would she emotionally betray me, and would it affect our relationship and family? I love her very much. Of course, sex should be done with the person you love most; that's what love is. I've said before that my wife is a beauty, and definitely a lustful woman. Her legs are incredibly beautiful, straight, white, and very sexy—the kind of legs men really want to touch. Once, during sex, my wife said, "Harder, husband!" I said, "You slut!" My wife said, "Yes, I am a slut!" I said, "Your pussy is so wet, so slippery and so sexy. Such a comfortable pussy, no one else can have it. It's a pity only I can." My wife said, "Then let someone else have it. Whoever you want, I'll let!" "Okay,
let's get back to the point. The first time, I rushed home. My wife asked, 'What's up?' I was eager to tell her I'd found a couple to swap with, but when the words actually came to my lips, I didn't know how to say it. I thought and thought, should I tell her? Is it really true? I felt incredibly conflicted. At the same time, there was a strange excitement, a feeling I couldn't quite describe, but I believe anyone who's swapped can understand. My wife had guessed pretty much what I meant. She's rather introverted and doesn't like to talk about it, whether out of shyness or something else, she never said anything. But this time, she couldn't hold back anymore and asked, 'Did you find someone?'

I don't know how to describe my feelings at that moment. There was a bittersweet feeling mixed with a strange excitement! ...I was truly thrilled then, tears welling up in my eyes. I asked myself honestly: Is this the thrill, the happiness I've been looking for? But after clearing my mind, I finally said, 'Honey, I found a couple today who want to swap and they're experienced.'" My wife didn't say anything, but I could tell she was just as upset as I was. She finally spoke: "Think it over yourself. I love you and always understand you. If you think it's okay..." I was speechless, stunned. I paced back and forth in the room, restless. My wife went to cook. I knew without looking that she had been crying, but I didn't dare comfort her. I knew how I felt; if I went, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself. About 20 minutes later, my wife brought back a hot meal. Seeing her red eyes, my heart sank. I really wanted to give up then and there. My wife said, as always, so considerately: "Dinner's ready." We sat down, and the entire meal was silent. I believe neither of us really ate; we were just waiting for the other to speak. We were both full, but neither of us said a word. After cleaning up, my wife sat on the sofa next to me. She seemed to want to say something but couldn't bring herself to speak. I could tell what she was feeling. Finally, she said: "Call them over!" When I heard that, tears must have welled up in my eyes, but I hugged my wife, afraid she'd see. (Now, when my wife asks if I cried that time, I always deny it.) I said, "It's okay, if they come and you don't like it, you don't have to change it. Don't put too much pressure on yourself; it'll backfire!" My wife didn't say anything.

Time flies these past few days. Before, I always felt like the clock wasn't moving, but these past few days, it seemed like the clock was deliberately playing tricks on us. Soon, the day arrived! They came. His wife wasn't tall, but she was quite voluptuous, exuding the charm of a mature woman! He was also quite talkative; he was the emcee. He loved to talk and gestured as he spoke, like a leader giving a speech. He told a few dirty jokes, and my wife remained silent and didn't even look at them; she just stayed there with them. We've had guests at home often before, but never before had it been this awkward. I believe my wife was hesitant at the time, perhaps even not wanting to continue, but she remained seated to accommodate my feelings. After chatting for a while, he suggested we go to the bedroom alone to talk. I knew what this meant and understood what would happen if my wife went with him. At that moment, I hesitated. I really wanted to end it there, but out of consideration for my reputation and their relationship, I didn't speak. My wife stood up, seemingly waiting for me to say something. We looked at each other for about 30 seconds… I didn't say anything. I understood that this could be our future happiness, or it could be our future disaster… He gestured for me to go and shower with his wife. I felt embarrassed to stay in the living room watching TV, so I hesitated, wondering what they were doing and talking about in the bedroom, and what my wife looked like.

His wife was very open and went to shower without hesitation. A while later, I heard her call me, saying she couldn't get the hot water out. I went to help her (by then, she was already naked). I immediately wanted to hug her and have sex with her because I'm lustful! But I still hesitated because I had no idea what my wife looked like. In my repeated hesitation, I couldn't help but say, "Can we shower together?" His wife said yes, so I quickly took off my clothes and went into the bathroom. I saw that his wife had a pretty good figure, and I was incredibly excited, not caring about anything else. We washed each other for about 10 minutes. After we finished, we went to the master bedroom. That time, I couldn't concentrate at all; my mind was full of my wife. I was afraid—afraid that she would be taken advantage of, afraid that she would be mistreated, afraid that he wouldn't be gentle enough… With so many thoughts running through my mind, I finished quickly. His wife seemed to still be in that excited state, so I got up and stood by the window to listen to what was happening inside. I could clearly hear my wife's moans, but they were very soft and almost inaudible. I finally felt relieved and went back to bed to wait. Time passed by, and I could sense that his wife knew what I was thinking. She said, "It's okay, if you're worried, go check on her." I said I wouldn't go; I was afraid my wife would be embarrassed. They seemed to have been doing it for more than 30 minutes (the man was very skilled). Finally, I couldn't resist anymore and went in, asking my wife how it was, if it was comfortable. My wife went to take a shower without saying a word. They sat with us for a while, chatting about unrelated topics. I wasn't in the mood to listen; I just wanted them to leave so I could ask my wife something. About 50 minutes passed, and my wife remained seated without saying anything. Finally, they said they had to go home. We didn't try to stop them; we just saw them downstairs, and then my wife and I went back upstairs. That night, we made love again. I lasted a long time, and my wife was exceptionally excited. I asked my wife if it was enjoyable. She said he was better with his tongue than she was, and it was just so-so… I didn't ask any more questions, and we never talked about it again.

This was our first time!

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