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I often see articles online about sex games, and while they seemed exciting at the time, I never considered participating. In my mind, a wife is hers to possess exclusively; how could she let other men touch her? Even if it's mutual, it seems like neither party loses out—someone else has sex with my wife, and I've had sex with someone else's wife—but I feel that even if I've had sex with ten other men's wives, if just one of them has sex with mine, I'll still feel cheated and can't accept it. It's not a transaction that can be calculated as equal. I'm certain that men who have played this kind of game will have a permanent shadow and contempt in their wives' eyes. Sex is a spiritual thing. For example, if a woman has sex with a man once, and the man thinks the woman hasn't lost any flesh or blood, why is the woman cheated? Because humans aren't plants or trees; that's the principle. Therefore, I've always considered this kind of sex game to be something from another world; it's simply unacceptable to me. Of course, I don't deny that imagining one's wife being played with by another man can evoke a strange, inexplicably exciting sense of guilt, or that imagining oneself playing with another man's wife can evoke a more thrilling criminal urge than playing with an ordinary woman. This might be a normal psychological phenomenon for men, though many would deny it. However, there's a gap between imagination and reality. Psychological research suggests that many women feel excited when imagining being raped, but when the rape actually occurs, they are overwhelmed by fear and disgust, wanting only to refuse, with no excitement whatsoever. It's the same principle. Yet, I experienced this "gambling game." What prompted me to participate in a game I thought was impossible? It was triggered by discovering my wife's infidelity; it was, in a sense, a helpless choice. My wife and I have been married for ten years. She is 33 years old, tall and slender. We've become almost numb to each other's sex life, knowing each other's sexual preferences, erogenous zones, and orgasms like our own hands. We often have sex only to satisfy her desires, and we frequently need to watch porn during sex for stimulation. My wife is a woman with a strong sex drive, but outwardly she is very shy. I was thinking that there must be many women in this world like my wife, seemingly silent and aloof on the surface, but actually quite secretly passionate. However, due to my overconfidence, I always assumed my wife was just an honest and simple woman, incapable of having affairs or one-night stands, because indeed, she seemed flustered when talking to strangers. Once, I was away on a business trip for a month, during which time I called my wife very few times. As I mentioned before, I was too confident, thinking that an old married couple didn't need to be all lovey-dovey every day, and I was quite satisfied with her sex life, so I never worried about that. While on business trips, frankly, there are many temptations in this world. Although the hotel was only three-star, I was frequently harassed by massage calls. I knew exactly what they wanted. Sometimes, out of curiosity or a desire for excitement, I'd invite them up, but after a few words, I'd usually send them away. I didn't dare do it in the hotel. Firstly, I was always afraid someone would barge in, or I'd fall into a honey trap; secondly, my ID was registered at the front desk, and I didn't have the guts. Furthermore, the girls who came up to me weren't attractive enough to give me the courage to take the risk. One night, I suddenly felt quite excited, my lower body was itchy, and I really wanted to hold a woman in my arms; I should take care of it. I had seen online that there were those dark dance halls in this city (for confidentiality reasons, I don't want to mention names or addresses in this article), where the women were different from the girls in hotels; most were mature women, and some were even married. Having fun with someone else's wife had always been a little dream of mine. Afterwards, I knew that such things weren't interesting on the spot, but I still wanted to try them afterward. So, my feet involuntarily led me to that dance hall. At first, I couldn't see anything; it was pitch black. Later, after my eyes adjusted, I found that it wasn't so dark, and I could still see people. After more than an hour of testing the waters, and after a few dances, I learned the details from some of the dancers. So, I became bolder, and my mind became a little numb. With a nonchalant attitude, I casually asked one of the dancers about her situation while dancing. She was married and going through a divorce, fair-skinned and plump, and although not young, she was still quite attractive. I asked, "Want to do it?" I knew some of the women here were available. She directly answered the price, saying there were private rooms nearby. I asked, "What do you want to do?" She replied, "Whatever you want." I said, "Anything you want?" She replied, "Yes." I decided to be blunt, and I didn't expect her to agree. I imagined she would just laugh and call me a pervert. Afterwards, I admired my own audacity. My request was that she give me oral sex, and then I would ejaculate in her mouth, which she would then drink. Few women would agree to such a request, but this woman actually nodded readily in agreement. I couldn't believe it and checked again; she didn't seem to be joking. She later said that she agreed because I was different from the others, with a rather elegant demeanor; it was her first time doing something like that. So, in the private room, this scene unfolded: someone else's wife was sucking my penis, and I ejaculated streams of semen into her mouth. I was worried she wouldn't be able to handle it and might spit it out, but she calmly accepted it all. I deliberately took out my phone and checked it in the light; her mouth was indeed full of white semen. I said, "Swallow it." She did, and when I checked again later, it was indeed completely swallowed. I was very excited; my semen was now being consumed by someone else's wife, and I felt a sense of satisfaction. But things are often like this: while you're having sex with someone else's wife, your own wife might be being used by someone else, and you just don't know it. About a week after I returned home from my business trip, I accidentally checked my wife's QQ account again and saw a shocking truth. During my business trip, my wife had been having an affair, and not just a one-night stand, but several nights. The man was from out of town, and I didn't know him. I already knew my wife's QQ password. My wife isn't very tech-savvy and doesn't know that QQ history needs to be cleaned up regularly. While I'm not much of a computer person either, I was curious one time and, following an online tutorial, cracked her QQ password. Since we share the same computer, cracking the password was relatively easy. I'd peeked a few times, but aside from her pointless chats with a few female friends, it wasn't very interesting, so I rarely checked it after that. This time, out of boredom, I looked again and discovered a shocking secret: my wife had been having an affair with someone she met online within just a few weeks. This person had traveled all the way from another city to meet her at a hotel while I was away. The chat history showed about four or five encounters. When I was about to return, the man wanted to maintain a long-term relationship and wanted to come over anytime, but my wife refused. Seeing them exchanging intimate messages on QQ filled me with a sudden sense of shame, a rush of blood to my head, and a strong feeling of excitement. If it hadn't actually happened, I would never have imagined that discovering my wife's infidelity would feel like this. As if possessed, I rushed to the kitchen, where she was cooking. I grabbed her and dragged her towards the bedroom, not even taking off her shirt, and ripped off her pants, making her bend over. I didn't mention that incident, but in my mind, it was this ass, this lower body—my wife's lower body—that had been seen and played with by another man. My penis was incredibly aroused and erect; it never usually produced so much fluid, dripping profusely. I thrust in immediately, hard, very deeply. My wife cried out, seemingly excited. Unlike usual, this time I ejaculated after only a few thrusts, shooting it all inside her. Instantly, I felt my blood sink like lead, rapidly sinking, and an extreme sense of satisfaction soared to the heavens. Afterward, I returned to the living room without saying a word. She must have been a little confused, because usually I wasn't this quick and was more considerate of her. She came out and only said, "What's wrong with you today?" before going back to cooking. I desperately wanted to confront her, but I was afraid she'd think my behavior was incomprehensible. Yes, why was I so excited knowing my wife slept with another man? So, I held back. Dinner tasted like cardboard. About an hour after dinner, I finally couldn't take it anymore. Pretending I'd just discovered it, I suddenly appeared before her, fuming, and told her directly that I'd found her QQ chat history, threatening her not to hide it. In a daze, she confessed everything. After I left, she, being a woman, had that desire too, so she met a very polite man in a chat room, and they started dating through QQ. Initially, my wife was worried about safety and didn't give him her phone number. A few days later, the man came to the city, first arranging a meeting place for dinner. In the private banquet room, the man put his arm around her. She initially resisted, but his hand quickly touched her breast, and she resisted again. In their excitement, they went to a hotel and booked a room. I really couldn't accept this and flew into a rage. She either remained silent, apologized, or even knelt down, begging me not to abandon her. I truly don't understand why finding a wife is so difficult.Would marrying a woman with low libido prevent her from cheating on her husband? Or, if I marry someone who's very sexually active, problems might arise if I neglect her? I deeply love my wife; it would take incredible courage to divorce her. In the days that followed, although the humiliation wasn't as intense as when I first found out, and I considered enduring it, the shame wouldn't go away. While my wife's tenderness and apologies sometimes offered some relief, the humiliation returned intensely when I was alone or watching similar scenes in TV dramas. Although I wanted to give my wife a lifetime of commitment, my heart wouldn't allow it, and my subconscious couldn't let go. The thought of divorce grew stronger and stronger. During that period, I didn't want to go to work. Whenever I saw my wife, I wanted to have sex with her. Partly it was to vent my anger, and partly, undeniably, it was like re-examining her body. The thought of another man being sexually aroused made her seem quite sexy, and a strange excitement and urge surged within me. I wanted to have sex with her, even imagining that the man seeing her ass, her labia, her white breasts while having sex with her—he must be so happy. While my wife was being scrutinized and played with, what was I doing? No matter what the excitement or novelty, it couldn't suppress the thought of divorce. Six months later, that thought finally became a decision. Around that time, I met someone in a chat room who wanted to have sex with me. The couple was around our age, in their early thirties, both working in engineering. Initially, I didn't see their photos. I said we had never participated in such things, but they said they had once or twice and wanted our photos. I was worried about safety and firmly refused; neither of us wanted to send photos first. They understood. I guess his wife wasn't around at the time. We exchanged QQ numbers and logged off. The reason I was able to chat with them was because I was already planning to get a divorce. Since I was going to get a divorce anyway, why not try something new? Of course, although I had thought about it before, I had never taken it seriously. This time, the conversation with them was quite congenial. Two days later, I logged into QQ again and found their message, inviting me to continue chatting sometime. That evening, we met on QQ again, and I felt they were quite proactive and sincere. I knew very well that once we actually got together, a divorce would be inevitable. This time, we still didn't know what they looked like, only that they were both rather quiet and reserved. The man was 172 cm tall, and the woman was 162 cm. A few days later was May Day, and they invited us to visit their city, which I accepted. I knew that promises made online could be broken. I said I needed to talk to my wife first. After logging off QQ, I went back to my wife's body. After days of probing and questioning, I finally managed to extract some limited details about her extramarital affair. Hearing this, I felt incredibly excited. She said her lover liked to sit on the sofa smoking, watching her bent over on the opposite side of the bed, her buttocks raised high, her face turned towards him as she chatted. Then he would make her kneel before him and suck his penis, and they also liked to lick each other's anuses. I pressed him about whether he used a condom, and the answer was no. I was furious. I asked, "Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?" She said he liked to ejaculate in her mouth. I said, "You swallowed it?" She said she absolutely refused, spitting it all out. The thought of my wife's mouth, meant for eating, being used to provide sexual services to that man, to receive his ejaculate after he had finished on her, to lick his excrement, sent a surge of inexplicable happiness to my head, my heart pounding, and I was about to climax. This humiliating climax didn't escape her notice. I have to admit, thinking about it made me quite excited. I took the opportunity to test her, saying, "Ever since that incident, I've felt incredibly humiliated. How about I get to play with someone else's wife too?" At first, she avoided the topic, but after I pressed her, she said, "If you play with someone else's wife, will you forgive me?" I said yes. She said no one else's wife would let me play with her. So I brought up the topic of adult games. She disagreed, and I said I couldn't take it anymore, so let's get a divorce. She asked, "Then with whom?" I said, "I definitely can't play with that man. Seeing him makes me want to punch him. I'll contact a couple." That's how I finalized the deal. Despite extreme inner conflict and hesitation, the two couples met on May Day. There's a famous mountain in that city, and we planned to visit it. There's an internet cafe downstairs from their house, and we agreed to meet there. A man in a black shirt and gray pants was already waiting at the internet cafe entrance. Seeing us arrive, he came over to greet us. After a few simple and awkward pleasantries, we arrived at his house, still somewhat dazed. As soon as I opened the door, the hostess came out to greet me. She was very fair-skinned with long hair—that was my first impression. I knew she was also observing me, so I didn't dare look too closely. Later, I learned she wore contact lenses; she usually wore frameless glasses. She looked like an ordinary, intellectual woman, but without her glasses, she was quite charming. During tea, neither of us spoke much. I clearly remember thinking at the time, "This man's fair-skinned wife is about to be mine." But both of us seemed very calm, without the expected excitement, and the atmosphere wasn't lively. There was a photo of the couple on the cabinet. I became suspicious. I'd heard of people playing casual sex games, bringing only their lovers, or even hiring prostitutes to impersonate them. I asked if I could see some of their photos, and the man readily agreed, going to the inner room to retrieve an album. The woman looked slightly different now than when she was younger, but it was clearly the same person. There was also a photo of the two of them at their wedding. As agreed, we also showed each other our marriage certificates. Later, the hostess got up and said she was going to serve the food, and we ate and chatted. Some of the food was store-bought ready-made, some was homemade by the couple; the taste seemed pretty good, though I don't remember exactly, because my mind wasn't on the food, and I don't even know where I was. I'd considered giving up more than once, but I always held back, thinking about the divorce, and gritted my teeth and sat down. The conversation was completely open, mostly about current events and TV dramas. The two women even switched seats, looking at each other's jewelry and chatting quite congenially. Everyone had a few drinks, knowing, intentionally or unintentionally, that alcohol helps people relax. While the two women were clearing the dishes, the man and I sat on the sofa next to us smoking. He asked what kind of DVD we wanted to watch. I said anything was fine, and he said he had porn. Emboldened by the alcohol, I boldly said, "Play it." Not long after, the two women came back from the kitchen to collect the dishes, and the woman, feigning surprise, said, "Oh, you've got your eye on something?" No wonder she'd been involved in adult games; she's much more generous than my wife. My wife gave me a sharp glare. The two women then went back to the kitchen to finish cleaning. The two men casually watched porn while chatting idly, making small talk. My heart started racing as I thought about what was about to happen. But the more shy I seemed, the more shy I became. So I pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "How do we play later?" He said he had two rooms and we could do it separately. I said either way was fine, though I secretly preferred doing it together. I thought to myself, I'd be worried and uneasy if he took his wife into a room I couldn't see, and it would be more exciting to watch. The man said he was worried my wife wouldn't agree, but his wife was fine with it. I said, "I'll talk to her later." When the two women finished getting ready and came to sit, the man said, "Shall we switch seats?" I really wanted to slap him, but it was just a fleeting thought. I nodded in agreement. His woman sat down, and my wife had no choice but to follow. Both men casually put their hands on the women's shoulders. Unexpectedly, although my hand was on the other woman's shoulder, there was a sudden silence; everyone seemed to be glued to the television. The actors were performing intently, and the scene was about a male actor performing oral sex on a female actor. It was a foreign film, and the women's genitals were displayed without any concealment in front of our two couples. I wondered what they were thinking. After what seemed like a long time, I broke the silence first, turning my head to kiss the man's wife. Her face was definitely made up; she smelled quite nice, a feminine scent. Seeing my action, the man's other hand began to put his arm around my wife. The woman turned around and casually switched off the chandelier, plunging the room into darkness, with only the dim light from a wall lamp and the television. My wife seemed to be rejecting the man. I pretended not to notice, and whether to encourage my wife or the man, I kissed his wife again, this time more passionately, my hand even resting on her breast. Unexpectedly, the other woman spoke: "Are we here?" We looked at each other, and I said yes. The man asked my wife, "Is it okay here?" My wife shook her head, indicating her disagreement. The man looked at me, and I gave him a look, meaning, forget about the formalities, just continue. Then he started kissing his wife again. The man started hugging and kissing my wife, and she didn't say anything, keeping her head down. I saw the man's hand reach under my wife's white shirt with black stripes, and he started touching her through her bra. I thought to myself, "You're pretty quick, aren't you?" I was very jealous.Knowing his wife was gone, given to someone else, my hand, not wanting to be outdone, reached under her bra. The underwire was stiff, making it hard to touch her breasts, so I hurriedly reached behind to unhook it. Not very skilled, I didn't quite manage it, but she arched her back to cooperate, waiting for me to unhook it. It was as if I was afraid he'd beat me to it; I had to touch the woman's breasts first. At that moment, I was thinking, "I can back off now, it's not too late." But an impulse, in a daze, landed on the woman's breast. The first sensation was a hard nipple, so stimulating. Glancing to the side, the man of the house seemed quite interested in kissing, constantly kissing my wife's lips. My wife lay on the sofa back with her eyes closed. I never imagined I'd be so open, now four people openly doing this, and right in front of my own wife, watching another man play with her. But what could you say now that things had come to this? You could only grit your teeth and move forward. Luckily, there was still a captivating woman in your arms, her alluring body beckoning to you through the mist. I didn't notice when the man put his hand inside my wife's bra; I can't remember many of the details. What I do remember vividly is the woman's continuous moans of excitement from the pornographic film. But I did notice that he had been groping my wife's legs through her pants for a while, then started unbuckling her belt. He was still kissing my wife, but his right hand was already on her heels. Summer clothes are light, so the belt came undone quickly, and his hand slipped inside. When he touched her, my wife reflexively leaned back. I thought to myself: "Damn it, he finally touched her. My wife's genitals have been touched." At that moment, I noticed that his wife was watching too. So I started unbuckling her pants, tossing her black outer pants aside. As I started pulling down her underwear, I realized her husband was looking this way. I thought: "Perfect, let him watch me pull down your wife's pants." The man's right hand was rubbing my wife's genitals while he looked this way. I think he probably had the same thought as me. I started focusing on taking off his wife's pants. The visual impact of the woman's hips and thighs against the patterned thong was very strong; I could feel myself getting wet. I wanted to pull them off little by little—no, I wanted her to change positions, turn her back, and stick her butt out high. His wife was really understanding, obedient, and cooperative. I like obedient women during sex. If a woman is too opinionated and hesitant during sex, refusing to do what you ask, it's disappointing. It's women who can satisfy a man's fantasies and desires at any time that are truly satisfying. Soon, her white buttocks and the cleft of her thong were revealed before me. I started pulling down her panties, little by little, first exposing her anus, then her labia, until her entire genitals were in front of me. I looked and touched her. I turned to look at my wife; she was still covering her eyes with her hands. The other man seemed to enjoy using his mouth; he started licking my wife's genitals. I asked him, "How's it going? Is she wet?" He was so engrossed in his work that he didn't hear me clearly and asked, "What?" I said, "Is she wet?" My purpose in asking this was twofold: first, to get my wife to stop keeping her eyes closed, and second, to see if she was aroused. Because I know she's very wet. If she's wet, it's just an act; she's actually quite horny. The other man answered, "Wet." Damn, I didn't know if it was true, so I continued touching his woman. Her breasts were so soft. I like fair-skinned women. Although this woman's skin wasn't as smooth as my wife's, it was very fair, and she was starting to enjoy herself with her eyes closed. I whispered in her ear, "How do we do it? Should we use a condom?" I wanted her to answer yes, because that would prove they were hygienic. She nodded, got up, took out condoms from the drawer next to the sofa, and handed a few to her man. Apparently, they had prepared them beforehand. At this moment, my wife had opened her eyes and was watching the other man tear open the condom packaging. I immediately turned my gaze away, so my wife wouldn't be embarrassed if we met eyes. The woman casually pulled out a condom and said, "I'll put it on you." I turned slightly and simply pulled down my pants completely. To be honest, I don't like the feeling of a woman putting a condom on me; her nails are so long, sometimes they prick me. Because of nervousness, I wasn't very hard. I saw the man put it on himself. I suddenly blurted out, without thinking, "Let's go inside and do it." So the two men each carried their women into the bedroom. A clean sheet was laid on a large bed in the master bedroom. Two pairs of naked bodies lay on either side of the bed. The men on top tried to enter the women's vaginas beneath them. I suddenly thought, what is a bridal chamber? The ancients were truly ingenious; it's a room with a hole. I glanced at the man beside me, thinking, "I'm going to fuck your wife." A sense of revenge spurred me to quickly enter his wife's already wet body. The man also thrust in and began to move. I felt a pang of jealousy. I cursed inwardly, "Fuck your wife." My body intensified, and the woman moaned below with her eyes closed. We both ejaculated quickly. I didn't feel particularly happy; instead, I was a bit nervous. I usually don't ejaculate this fast. I remember the other man ejaculated first, right on top of my wife. I ejaculated last, like I was completing a task. Afterward, I immediately sobered up and felt very ashamed. How could I have done such a thing? I immediately suggested we take a shower so I could wash my wife. They politely said, "You are guests, please go first." In the bathroom, my wife still had her head down, her arms around my waist, and she said softly, "Let's go home." I suddenly felt very sorry for her. Had I ruined her? Had I taken advantage of her? But then I thought, either you've already been used by someone else, or you're going to get a divorce anyway, why pretend? Isn't this all your fault? Of course, she didn't know that I had already planned to divorce her. Now she just kept indulging me. I felt a surge of both hatred and excitement, thinking about how her body had just been violated. I got hard again. I made her turn around, holding onto the edge of the bathtub. I was going to enter from behind. We didn't need a condom, so I just went in. As I penetrated, I thought, this hole was just enjoyed by another man. Was this what it felt like when he penetrated me? I asked her, "Were you excited just now?" She didn't answer. Just then, the couple pushed open the door a crack and laughed, "Do it here? Or come out and do it. I'll do it with my wife too." I thought, "You've already seen us," and said, "If you want to do it, come in too." They came in. I felt quite embarrassed, but I could only continue slowly penetrating. The man was actually squatting there watching me have sex with my wife. It was quite exciting to have a third party watching our private affair like this. The man tentatively asked, "Let's all play together. Can I go in from the front?" I knew he meant he wanted my wife to give me oral sex, so I said okay. The man stepped into the bathtub, his penis right in front of my wife's face. My wife kept her mouth shut, and I slapped her buttocks, saying, "Be good." The man then easily inserted his penis into my wife's mouth. Seeing my wife sucking another man's penis in front of me made me want to fuck her even more. The man moved back and forth, and seeing me slap my wife's buttocks earlier, he probably had the same urge too, and reached over to slap her buttocks as well. Seeing my wife being punished by another man by spanking her, I felt a mix of emotions, but since this was a game, I couldn't be so restrictive, so I kept quiet. The other man, seeing my acquiescence, became even more enthusiastic. I said, "I want to spank your wife's buttocks too." I turned to his wife, who was watching from the side, and said, "You bend over too, let me slap you a couple of times." She was still very obedient, holding onto the sink, trying to raise her skin as high as possible. I slapped her buttocks repeatedly. So, I was having sex with my wife's vagina, and he was having sex with her mouth. I was spanking his wife's ass, and he was spanking mine. This position wasn't planned beforehand. At the time, it didn't feel particularly exciting, but thinking back, it was quite thrilling. My wife, I don't know if she was being fucked by me or by that other man, was moaning below. Suddenly, the man excitedly said to me, "Shall I ejaculate in her mouth?" I thought to myself, my wife's mouth has already been filled by another man. So I nodded. My wife heard me and let out a long, disapproving sound below, but I ignored her, and she didn't move away. The two of them continued thrusting. Not long after, the man thrust his hips and ejaculated. My wife choked and coughed, spitting out her semen. Seeing this, I quickly became aroused. I hugged his wife, who understood that I was going to ejaculate in her mouth. She turned around and knelt beneath me. I was about to transfer my penis into her mouth when she asked me to wash first. So I grabbed the showerhead, turned on the cold water, and soon warm water came out, which she used to wash me. Then she knelt there and gave me oral sex. Because we had already done it once, this time it was slower. Some men with premature ejaculation like to use a second time to prolong the time. My wife rinsed her mouth at the sink. The man sat on the edge of the bathtub, resting and watching. When I saw the toilet, I suddenly had a stimulating thought. I thought, I'll use his wife's mouth as the toilet, her mouth is now my toilet, and that way I'll reach orgasm quickly. The man clearly saw my penis reach orgasm in his wife's mouth. His wife also went to the sink with semen in her mouth.I vomited. After ejaculating, I lost interest, which I found strange. Before, I couldn't stand it if other men talked to my wife even a few words; I didn't want it. Now, watching another man ejaculate in my wife's mouth was unbearable. Maybe it's because we're getting a divorce. After doing this twice, I felt very tired. Before I knew it, it was already 2 AM. We had to go hiking the next day. Everyone was probably exhausted, so we quickly showered and went to sleep in separate rooms. My wife said she wanted to go home. I wanted to go home too; I didn't want to play anymore. It felt absurd. But train tickets for May Day were hard to buy, and the return tickets they bought for us in advance hadn't arrived yet. At the same time, I felt that neither wife had experienced much sexual satisfaction during this game, because the first time was too pleasurable, and the second time it was oral sex. But it was obvious that both wives were very obedient and compliant. Lost in these thoughts, I fell asleep. When I woke up the next day, perhaps I was awakened by the noise from the outer room. The couple was already up, tidying up the house. I lay there for a while, recalling the events of the previous night. My wife woke up beside me, saying nothing, just tracing lines on my chest with her fingers, lost in thought. I said, "Get up." We got dressed and got up. As we were leaving, I stood there and hugged my wife, asking her, "Were you excited last night? Tell the truth." I don't know if she was just being polite or genuine, but her answer was, "A little." Actually, I knew very well that she was a woman with a strong sex drive. During the day, we walked up the mountain road, stopping frequently. We agreed to take turns; the man and my wife walked a short distance ahead, and his wife and I followed behind. Nothing particularly noteworthy happened along the way, except for one scene that stuck with me: while going up the steps, the man actually put his hand on my wife's buttocks. Damn it, he molested my wife right in front of me! Then I thought, "We've already done it, so let him touch me." Later, my wife quickly pushed his hand away. The day passed slowly and peacefully. Sometimes I was with my wife, sometimes with his wife. We both tacitly understood each other; the man must have had the same thought as me—he'd seen what the other woman's genitals looked like. That itchy penis had also enjoyed itself inside her. His wife's mouth, as she ate lunch and drank her beverage, had also been penetrated by his penis. I think this is the real thrill of sex. My wife seemed much more relaxed and at ease. In the evening, we ate dinner at a restaurant outside, splitting the bill, a revolving restaurant on the top floor of a four-star hotel. The gradually darkening night was beautiful. I stared at his wife's breasts and suddenly had the urge to touch them again. After dinner, back at his house, this dream came true. This time, everyone quickly got into the mood. I thoroughly enjoyed the breasts that had been so alluring in the restaurant. His wife's breasts were bigger than mine, probably a C-cup, and the nipples were larger—very stimulating to look at. The man, with more experience, suggested that his two wives stand naked on the sofa with their legs spread, having a beauty contest to see the differences in their genitals. We moved a stool and sat opposite them, smoking and watching. His wife had more pubic hair than my wife, and my wife's labia minora were larger than his wife's; the appearance of their vaginas did indeed differ somewhat. Just then, the man's phone rang. He went to answer it. I stood up and instructed the two women to get into a position: my wife lay on the sofa, and his wife straddled her backwards. I put on a condom and entered her from behind, so my wife could see a close-up of me having sex with another woman, thinking of punishing her for cheating on me. Now I was letting her watch me cheat; why even bother cheating, I was doing it right in front of her. The man quickly called back, then came over, took off his underwear, and inserted his penis into his wife's mouth. So, I was penetrating his wife, who was moaning, her mouth stuffed with his penis. Later, he put on a condom and inserted his penis into my wife's vagina. His wife was also watching a close-up of her husband having sex with another woman. At that moment, I started slapping his wife's white buttocks again. He couldn't reach my wife's buttocks, so he reached out and slapped his own wife's left buttock, while I slapped her right. While we were thrusting, I suddenly had a whimsical idea. Since we were all fairly familiar with each other, I didn't need to ask for her permission; I directly commanded his wife, "Get up and kneel in front of me, I'm going to ejaculate on your face." The woman looked up at her husband, who nodded. She then turned and knelt before me. I took off the condom, masturbated with one hand, and used the other to touch her beautiful breasts. Those breasts were much better than my wife's. I made her rub my scrotum with one hand. Midway through, I deliberately turned around and commanded her, "Lick my buttocks," and she obediently did so, licking my buttocks. I wanted to make his wife lick my buttocks in front of that man. Using my hand was faster; I ejaculated quickly, spraying his wife's face. Some semen dripped onto her breasts, and I casually smeared it on her nipples. Her husband was equally unceremonious, thrusting into my wife's vagina for a while before ejaculating, pulling out his penis, removing the condom, and ejaculating onto my breasts. The man and I each used toilet paper to clean the semen from our wives. Finally, we all took a shower together. Because our train was early the next day, we didn't stay up too late. Early the next morning, we hurriedly left the city, agreeing never to bother each other again. A few months later, I resolutely divorced my wife. I believe that wives in adult games are victims; no matter how hard they try to please their husbands, it's all in vain. Once the husbands satisfy their distorted desires, divorce is the only option left. Many husbands in adult games must also be making this helpless choice.I was having sex with another woman, thinking about punishing her for cheating on me. Now I'm going to make her watch me cheat. Why even bother cheating? I'll just do it right in front of her. The guy quickly dismissed the call, then came over, pulled down his underwear, and put his penis in his wife's mouth. So, I was inside his wife, her mouth making muffled noises, his penis still inside her. Later, he put on a condom and inserted his penis into my wife's vagina. His wife was watching the close-up of her husband having sex with another woman. Then, I started slapping his wife's white buttocks. He couldn't reach my wife's buttocks, so he reached out and slapped his own wife's left buttock, while I slapped her right. While we were having sex, I suddenly had a brilliant idea. Since we were all pretty familiar with each other, I didn't need to ask for her permission anymore. I directly commanded his wife, "Get up and kneel in front of me. I'm going to ejaculate on your face." The woman looked up at her husband, who nodded. She then turned and knelt before me. I removed the condom, masturbating with one hand while using the other to fondle her breasts. These breasts were much better than my wife's. I made her rub my scrotum with one hand. Midway through, I deliberately turned away and ordered her to lick my ass, which she obediently did. I wanted to make his wife lick my ass in front of that man. Using my hand was quick; I ejaculated quickly, spraying semen all over his wife's face. Some semen dripped onto her breasts, which I then smeared on her nipples. Her husband was equally unceremonious, thrusting in and out of my wife's vagina for a while before ejaculating, pulling out his penis, removing the condom, and shooting his semen onto my breasts. The man and I each used toilet paper to clean the semen from our wives. Finally, we all took a shower together. Because our train was early the next day, we didn't stay up too late. The next morning, we hurriedly left the city, promising never to bother each other again. A few months later, I resolutely divorced my wife. I believe that wives in adult games are victims; no matter how hard they try to please their husbands, it's all in vain. Once the husbands satisfy their distorted desires, divorce is the only option left. Many husbands in adult games must also be making this helpless choice.I was having sex with another woman, thinking about punishing her for cheating on me. Now I'm going to make her watch me cheat. Why even bother cheating? I'll just do it right in front of her. The guy quickly dismissed the call, then came over, pulled down his underwear, and put his penis in his wife's mouth. So, I was inside his wife, her mouth making muffled noises, his penis still inside her. Later, he put on a condom and inserted his penis into my wife's vagina. His wife was watching the close-up of her husband having sex with another woman. Then, I started slapping his wife's white buttocks. He couldn't reach my wife's buttocks, so he reached out and slapped his own wife's left buttock, while I slapped her right. While we were having sex, I suddenly had a brilliant idea. Since we were all pretty familiar with each other, I didn't need to ask for her permission anymore. I directly commanded his wife, "Get up and kneel in front of me. I'm going to ejaculate on your face." The woman looked up at her husband, who nodded. She then turned and knelt before me. I removed the condom, masturbating with one hand while using the other to fondle her breasts. These breasts were much better than my wife's. I made her rub my scrotum with one hand. Midway through, I deliberately turned away and ordered her to lick my ass, which she obediently did. I wanted to make his wife lick my ass in front of that man. Using my hand was quick; I ejaculated quickly, spraying semen all over his wife's face. Some semen dripped onto her breasts, which I then smeared on her nipples. Her husband was equally unceremonious, thrusting in and out of my wife's vagina for a while before ejaculating, pulling out his penis, removing the condom, and shooting his semen onto my breasts. The man and I each used toilet paper to clean the semen from our wives. Finally, we all took a shower together. Because our train was early the next day, we didn't stay up too late. The next morning, we hurriedly left the city, promising never to bother each other again. A few months later, I resolutely divorced my wife. I believe that wives in adult games are victims; no matter how hard they try to please their husbands, it's all in vain. Once the husbands satisfy their distorted desires, divorce is the only option left. Many husbands in adult games must also be making this helpless choice.

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