Charming married woman's colorful sexual journey - a life without regrets 7

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In our intermittent, unconventional sexual encounters, we also witnessed a miracle.
In the autumn, my wife and I traveled to Xinjiang. In the hotel's bathhouse, after I finished my sauna shower, I inadvertently noticed a young man of average height whose penis was unusually large, almost inhuman—it was practically a miracle. I imagined it would be even more spectacular when erect, and I thought of my wife.
Unexpectedly, we ran into him again the next day when we were on a group trip to the Tianshan Mountains. I struck up a conversation with him, and my wife, unaware of the situation, chimed in. It turned out the young man was a graduate student traveling alone during his internship.
He was very talkative, calling my wife "sister," and frequently complimenting her, saying she was beautiful, charming, and much younger than her actual age. My wife was overjoyed.
That evening, back at our accommodation, I invited the young man to a Western restaurant for dinner. After dinner, I told my wife to go back to her room to rest… while I chatted with the young man over tea. The conversation turned to matters of the heart. The young man said he had once dated a girlfriend for six years, doing everything they were supposed to and shouldn't have done, but they still broke up. I asked him what he thought of my wife, and he said she was a very lovely person, and I was so lucky… I went upstairs with the young man and entered the room to find my wife already asleep. I took a shower first, and while the young man was showering, I undressed my wife, did some foreplay, and then penetrated her. My wife is easily aroused, and after resting a bit, she quickly got into the mood and started moaning. As I did this, I dimmed the bedside lamp and said some provocative things, asking if I liked it. My wife, with her eyes slightly closed, replied that she did. I said, "How about I do it with my penis?" My wife said, "Okay, okay." I looked back and saw the young man standing naked by the bed, and sure enough, his erection was shockingly large. I gestured to him, and the young man seemed a little embarrassed. I then turned my wife over, making her stick out her buttocks, and the young man entered her from behind. My wife immediately had an orgasm.
After a while, I repeated the same trick as when she had her period, trying to pull out, but my wife kept saying, "I can't… I can't… I can't…" looking very uncomfortable. At this moment, I let the young man take over. The instant he thrust into my wife, she cried out, a sound of pure pleasure. As she reciprocated his thrusts, enjoying the new stimulation, she turned her head… I whispered in her ear, “You like big ones when you orgasm, and now I have one, as a gift for you.” She responded with “Mmm, mmm,” and I asked, “Do you like it?”
She said yes, and then we kissed passionately. My wife experienced multiple orgasms… The young man ejaculated, and my wife immediately got up to look at his penis. She gasped in surprise. She said, “It’s so big!” and reached out to grab it. Her small hand seemed even smaller than his penis. She tried to suck it, and the head filled her mouth. Aside from the foreigners I’d seen in porn, I’d never seen anyone so big in real life—almost twice my thickness, and long too.
Still in high spirits, she climbed on top of me again and thrust in, taking over the thrusting. She asked me if it felt good.
I said it felt good, watching you do it and hearing you moan felt good too, and my wife smiled gratefully at me. After my wife brought me to my climax, she lay on top of me, spread-eagled, and let the young man penetrate her… My wife almost convulsed, grabbing my hands and moaning, “Aww, aww.”
We did it twice more, and both my wife and the young man were drenched in sweat.
When I woke up, it was already bright daylight. I looked at my wife and the young man and said, “You two don’t need to go out today. There’s only one attraction left, and it’s a two-hour bus ride back and forth. I’ll go with a tour group.” The young man immediately nodded and said okay. My wife got up and hugged me, looking somewhat conflicted. Although my wife had been with other men in the past, I was always there for her. There was a kind of dependence, a sense of security, my wife said many times afterward. I patted her face, kissed her, and whispered, “Have fun.” My wife hugged me tightly and gave me a long kiss.
In between, my wife called me a few times, and I said, “Have fun, don’t worry about me.”
I returned around 4 PM and entered the room to find my wife and the young man still fast asleep. I figured they must be exhausted.
My wife woke up first and immediately got out of bed to help me undress and turned on the hot water for a bath. I lay in the bathtub, and my wife, naked, scrubbed my back. I casually touched her genitals; they were still wet. I rolled over and sat on the edge of the tub so my wife could put her on. I said it was stretched too much, feeling empty. My wife continued applying bath gel while saying that it was probably because she hadn't eaten and had been doing it non-stop. That big thing basically never came out; even when he ejaculated, it was inside. He ejaculated four times.
I said, "Exciting, isn't it?" My wife nodded, saying it was a strange thing. Even after ejaculating, it was still so big, just a little soft, like it never stopped. She couldn't even remember how many orgasms she had. My wife also said she wasn't used to it when I wasn't there, so she had to turn off the lights, draw the curtains, and do it in the dark. My wife usually prefers to do it with the lights on and during the day. I said that the other night at the bathhouse, seeing that guy's thing reminded me of you, and it's fate that we ran into each other again. My wife softly called out "Husband!" and hugged me tightly.
We woke the young man, got ready, and went to dinner. The three of us drank some wine; the atmosphere was great, and my wife even served the young man food, showing that the awkwardness had dissipated.
That evening, we went to see a local song and dance performance. It wasn't anything special; the dancers were dressed incredibly scantily. I was somewhat aroused, and before the show was over, we went back to our room. Once
inside, all three of us stripped naked. My wife lay in the middle, grabbing the young man's large penis and stroking it, while I was put on top. I asked my wife if she was okay. She said she wanted me to, then quietly told me she felt a little sore inside. After I ejaculated, I climbed on top of her and asked if she wanted more. She said no. The young man also said he couldn't go on anymore, praising her.
We were supposed to leave after seeing the sights, but we stayed another day. The three of us were inseparable, rarely leaving the house except for meals and walks, and spending most of our time in bed. When they got tired, they talked. The young man said his girlfriend complained about his size, often crying out in pain during his moments of passion. This had caused him some psychological distress, contributing to their breakup and impacting his self-confidence, making him hesitant to approach women later. Worse still, his sexual desire was extremely strong, forcing him to masturbate. Sex with his wife gave him a completely new feeling, an experience he had never known before. …Actually, I noticed their positions were quite monotonous, always missionary. His wife, with her large size, was stimulated enough; penetration was enough for her to reach orgasm, no variation or vigorous thrusting was needed. The young man, lacking experience, only sought the pleasure of ejaculation. Several times, his wife would pounce on him, twisting her lower body like a pretzel, spreading her legs for him to penetrate. After ejaculation, although he couldn't immediately get an erection, he didn't collapse limply, and his wife would continue to play with it. She found his unusual size fascinating, like a child with a new toy, and even told him it resembled a large, domesticated herbivore. This made both the young man and me laugh out loud.
After a while, the young man would get hard again and penetrate her. She would moan as soon as he entered. All three of them were tired. I held my wife and let the young man enter her from behind. We cuddled and slept until dawn. Interestingly, his penis remained inside her all night without slipping out. When the young man pulled out, her vaginal opening was still wide open.
…When we parted, the young man saw us off at the airport. He held my wife's hand briefly, called her "sister," and his eyes welled up with tears. He's a sentimental person.
My wife snuggled against me the whole way, looking sweet and happy. I asked her how it felt. She said it felt swollen, stimulating, almost like it was hitting her throat. She added that it was good to do it occasionally, but she was afraid that being constantly pounded by such a large penis wouldn't be enough. She said she was scared to continue. I asked if she'd had enough, and she said yes, at least she hadn't wanted any more for six months.
Six months later, the young man called me, saying he was going abroad. Seeing his hesitant tone, I said he should come over sometime.
The young man arrived on the last flight of the night and said as soon as he walked in, "I really missed you guys." I said, "I think I missed your sister." My wife playfully hit me.
My wife made a simple meal and then told the young man to take a shower. The three of them chatted for a while, drank some XO, and then went to bed without saying a word.
My wife and I went first, then the young man. I had an important contract to sign the next day, so I played for a while and then went to sleep. My wife and the young man moved to the guest room to continue. All night, I was half-asleep, constantly hearing my wife's moans, high and low. In the morning, I went to check on my wife and the young man; they were still asleep. The young man was holding my wife from behind, his penis inside her. I looked closely; my wife's vagina was stretched wide and completely filled, and it seemed a little red and swollen. In my dream, my wife's face still showed clear enjoyment.
When I came home from work at noon, the young man had already left. My wife ordered takeout, and we ate a simple meal.
During my lunch break, my wife nestled in my arms, stroking me. I said, "Haven't you had enough yet?" My wife smiled. I said, "It'll be hard to find one that big again."
My wife said, "That's enough, honey. Big or small, I'm content to be your wife for life."
Sometimes I think this is the kind of marital affection that only comes with approaching middle age—a supreme state of being. That feeling of breaking one part of me into another, then molding them back into me and you again, with you in me and me in you, connected by blood, inseparable by no force. Love is like aged wine, so rich it's hard to dissolve. Sex is no longer as important as it was in youth, carrying too much weight; it's merely MSG to season a mundane life, adding a little flavor. I imagine in my youth, if anyone were to touch my wife, I would absolutely refuse, perhaps even leading to a murder.

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