Romantic things

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My wife and I are a couple of outdoor nude photography enthusiasts. We often venture into remote wilderness areas, deep forests, and even out at night on highways to take nude photos
. Our main subject is my wife's nude photos in the wild, and sometimes I'll take a few nude photos with her standing naked. Because we're worried about people appearing during the day, we only create our nude photos at night. These photos aren't the kind where two people stand naked with stiff expressions;
instead, we pose in many lewd positions for selfies, and even film scenes of us having sex in the wild – it's very exciting. However, this kind of self-portrait of outdoor sex is very inconvenient. Having sex while fiddling with the camera greatly affects our mood, and sometimes my penis can't even get fully erect. Also, because the camera is stationary, the photos are often either blurry or the people are out of frame. Often, after finishing a shoot, I'd look at the results at home and mutter to myself, "If only someone had taken these photos for us." Unexpectedly, this insincere remark actually came true one day!
I remember it was a late August night. My wife and I decided to have a selfie and some outdoor play in the wild. So we drove to a forest park on the outskirts of the city, drove deep into the dense forest, stopped by a small road, and turned off the headlights. My wife and I quickly took off our clothes in the car, grabbed a flashlight, tripod, and camera, and got out wearing only slippers. We quietly closed the car door and walked one after the other along the narrow path into the forest… It was pitch black all around, so quiet that even a pin dropping seemed to make a loud noise. We tiptoed cautiously deeper into the forest, afraid of making a sound that would attract the barking of the rangers' dogs in the distance. After walking about 300 meters, suddenly a white light flashed in the distance, followed by another, so bright in the darkness. Along with the flashes, we faintly heard what sounded like voices. We were terrified and immediately stopped, frozen in place, staring intently ahead.
After the first flash of white light, I thought it was lightning. But after the second flash, my experience with cameras made me realize someone was taking pictures! Who were they taking pictures of? Did they see us and take a picture of us naked? No, a flash from this distance wouldn't be clear! There were dense trees ahead, and I couldn't see anyone even with my eyes wide open.
Just then, there were several more flashes, and I could faintly hear voices, and it sounded like a woman!
My wife leaned close to me and whispered in my ear, "There are people ahead, let's go!"
I tried to keep my voice down and said, "Don't move, I'll go see what's going on." Without waiting for my wife's objection, I took off my shoes and walked barefoot along the cobblestone path.
Then, the flashes started again, several times in a row. I got closer and closer, and after rounding a mound of earth, I saw two people standing not far ahead, and I heard a woman laughing softly. Then the flashes from the cameras ahead started again. Through the reflected, blinding flashes, I could see clearly that a man and a woman were standing there completely naked. With each flash, it seemed the woman changed her pose; the man was taking pictures of her.
'So that's it, looks like they're into this too!' I thought to myself, a surge of secret delight rising within me, my curiosity growing stronger. I wanted to see what this couple was up to.
Just then, my wife tiptoed over and gently tapped me, startling me so much I let out a soft "Ah!" This scream immediately alerted the naked couple. The man quickly turned to face me and asked, "Who's there?" The show was over. I had to calm my pounding heart and softly reply, "It's me." "What?" the man asked nervously again. Through the dim starlight, I could vaguely see the woman crouching down, curled up in a ball.
"Hehe, we're here to take pictures too. Sorry to bother you." At this point, I had no choice but to tell the truth, trying to ease the tension. I took a few more steps forward, stopping about three meters away from the man. My wife was tightly huddled behind me, very nervous.
I vaguely sensed the man bending down and groping for something on the ground, and I immediately tensed up. I thought he might grab a rock or something to fight me or defend himself. Suddenly, a flashlight beam shone from where the man was, illuminating me. My wife remained tightly behind me, gripping my arm tightly with both hands.
The man seemed to understand something from our naked bodies and the camera and tripod we were holding, and his tone softened: "Oh, you're taking pictures of this too!" "Yeah," I hummed softly, then said, "Excuse me. You guys keep taking pictures, we'll go somewhere else." The man was silent for a moment, then said, "Never mind, we're done taking pictures, we're leaving, you guys have fun!" He turned to look at the woman, who stood up and walked to the man's side, hiding closely behind him like my wife.
Seeing this, I knew there was no point in continuing to take pictures here; they might call the police or get help as soon as they left, which wouldn't be fun. So I said, "Hehe, we're done too, we're not interested anymore." The man was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "I see you even brought a tripod, are you planning to take a group photo?"
I said, "Yes!" He seemed quite agitated, his voice trembling slightly as he said, "That's too much trouble!
How about... I take the pictures for you? With your own camera." I was stunned; I never expected this! My utter distrust of them made me immediately retort with a joking question: "Haha! After you've taken our pictures, are you going to ask me to take yours in exchange?" I thought this joke would silence him for a while, but to my surprise, he immediately replied, "Sure, you take a few pictures of the two of us first. We've never taken a group photo like this before!"
The two women started to get restless, the woman nervously saying repeatedly, "No, no!" My wife seemed even more annoyed: "Are you crazy? Go back right now!" The man pulled the woman aside and whispered something, I vaguely heard, "It's our own camera... It's okay... Listen to me..." I turned to my wife and whispered, "What's wrong with me taking pictures for them? Since everyone has seen it, it's best not to make things worse."
To be honest, after this guy offered to "help take pictures," for some reason, I felt a strange surge of excitement.
The other party seemed to fall silent, and the woman didn't say anything more. The man walked over and said, "Let's be friends, take a few pictures of us." He handed me his camera. It was a DSLR camera, and I couldn't tell the brand in the darkness. The man instructed me, "Just press this button, don't worry about anything else, it's all automatic." Then the man walked over to the woman and said, "Take the picture!" I held the camera and looked back at my wife, only to find her hiding far away in the darkness, only a faint white body visible. Because I couldn't see anything in the dark, I could only roughly aim the lens at where they were standing and gently press the shutter.
After the flash, a photo of a naked man and woman standing together appeared on the camera's back screen. I looked closely at it. The woman had a good figure and a pretty face, but her expression was stiff and she looked unhappy. The man in the photo looked stronger and seemed happy, with a slight smile.
I picked up my camera again, aimed it at them, and pressed the shutter... In the flash, I could see the man hugging, kissing, and caressing his woman, completely ignoring me and the camera pointed at them, oblivious to everything else. The woman seemed to be getting interested too, becoming more and more proactive... My wife then quietly joined in to watch their "performance."
After a flurry of photos, the couple seemed aroused. Through each flash, the man's penis clearly became erect, appearing quite long. The woman began to moan softly, tilting her head back and scratching herself, tightly gripping the man's penis, completely absorbed in the moment, as if they were the only two people there.
Their performance aroused me, but I didn't stop taking pictures. My penis was fully erect, and I was a little annoyed. I whispered, "Are you done yet? It's time to take our pictures!" As soon as I said this, I suddenly realized I hadn't discussed with my wife whether we could perform like this in front of them. Although my wife is usually quite "promiscuous" when it's just the two of us, this was the first time in front of two strangers!
I stopped taking pictures, turned around, and whispered to my wife, "How about we let them take our pictures too?
It'll save us the trouble of fiddling with that tripod." My wife was a little nervous, too nervous to speak. I seized the opportunity to add, "We'll use our family camera to take pictures of everyone after they've parted ways, no one recognizing anyone else. How about that?" "Then hurry up..." my wife whispered in response. I knew she agreed, so I went over and said, "It's our turn to be photographed." I handed his camera to the woman and mine to the man. The couple seemed reluctant, as if their performance wasn't over yet, but they couldn't refuse.
The man took my camera and said, "Let's begin!" and pressed the shutter. I said unhappily, "Seriously! This is so unfair." The man chuckled dryly twice, and after I returned to my wife's side, he started taking pictures of us... My wife and I did the same, constantly changing positions, while the flashes from the opposite side kept going off, capturing our intimate moments... My penis started acting up, becoming erect, and my hands roamed over my wife's body, touching her inner thighs, which were wet; fluid was flowing down her thighs.
I couldn't take it anymore, so I hugged my wife from behind, rubbing my penis against her buttocks. The flashes from the opposite side kept going off, but I ignored them completely, pressing my wife down so she bent over, her buttocks raised high, and then I inserted my penis into her wet thighs, sliding deeply into her vagina... Tonight was so exciting; I never imagined that in this desolate place, there would be four naked men and women taking pictures of each other, and then each of them would start having sex. My wife became interested, suddenly stood up straight, turned around to face me, and started kissing me passionately while slightly raising her legs to adjust her body, allowing my penis to re-enter her vagina. Finally, she jumped up, clamping her legs around my waist and twisting her hips like climbing a tree, causing my penis to passively churn inside her.
My wife and I made love in front of strangers for the first time. After completing his "mission" of taking photos for us, they also went into the dark to make love, but not in front of us. It was over, everything was over. The four of us walked out of the trees one after the other. They were prepared; they dressed after they were done, but we had left our clothes in the car and had to follow them naked towards the car.
Their car was parked far away. We parted ways at the fork in the road, and they walked silently towards their car. We returned to our car, dressed, started the engine, and slowly drove forward along the side road.
Under the headlights, the couple continued walking. As our car approached, the man waved goodbye. I rolled down my window, said "Goodbye," and prepared to speed away. Suddenly, the man leaned in through the window and said, "Shall we go get something to eat? It's my treat." I hesitated for a moment, then thought about it. After all, our meeting was such a coincidence, and even though we'd done *that* in front of each other, there was still some distance between us.
I turned to my wife and whispered, "Want to get something to eat?" My wife didn't answer, just muttered, "Whatever." I turned back to the man and said, "Let's go!" So the two cars drove into the city, one after the other, and stopped in front of a small restaurant. We went in, ordered a few dishes and two beers, and the four of us sat down to eat.
Under the lamplight, the couple seemed quite refined. The man appeared well-mannered, middle-aged, strong, and maturely handsome. The woman was petite and delicate; while not strikingly beautiful, she was pleasing to the eye and possessed the air of a refined lady, though her personality was somewhat lively.
We ate our meal, chatting about trivial matters. After two bottles of beer, we exchanged QQ numbers, exchanging polite phrases like "Let's keep in touch" and "Let's be friends," without mentioning what had happened in the woods. After dinner, we went our separate ways, not lingering.
Almost a month passed, and my wife and I had long forgotten about it. One day, after turning on my computer, I saw a friend request from the man on QQ. I hesitated for a moment, then accepted. The man was online and greeted me politely, then said, "Your wife is very beautiful!
And you're handsome too!" I chuckled. He continued, "The photos you took for us the other day were great; my wife and I are very satisfied." I quickly said, "My skills aren't very good; please excuse the poor quality." "
My wife and I would like to ask you to take photos for us again. You don't mind, do you?" the man said immediately.
I hesitated for about four or five minutes, then thought it wasn't a big deal. I had already taken photos for them, and the couple didn't seem like bad people, so I replied, "When?" "This weekend! Let's set a time and go to that grove of trees again, how about it?" the man said eagerly. "If you think it's not worth it, you can bring your wife along too, and I'll take photos for you as well, just like last time,"
the man added.
"Let me ask her!" I said, then called my wife over and told her about it. My wife was stunned for a while, then asked worriedly, "Won't something go wrong?" I replied, "What's wrong with that? These two people enjoy this as much as we do. It's much easier to have someone else take pictures than to take them ourselves, especially since we've already taken pictures of each other." Although I said that, I still had a vague feeling that I couldn't quite put my finger on.
So the date was set, and we agreed on a time to meet—after midnight the next night by that grove of trees.
The next night, my wife and I drove to that suburban forest park and arrived at the meeting place right on time at midnight—the small road where I had parked my car. Under the headlights, there was no one around. Just as I was feeling a little annoyed that they were late, a person walked out from the grove and waved to us. It was the man.
I quickly turned off the headlights, turned off the engine, and my wife and I got out of the car and walked towards him. Of course, we were carrying the camera, but we didn't take off our clothes. As we approached the man, I glanced into the woods and vaguely saw his wife standing there.
We exchanged a brief greeting; my wife and his wife said "hello" to each other, and then the four of us walked deeper into the woods.
The weather was beautiful that night; the sky was cloudless, and the bright moonlight reflected off the earth, illuminating our figures. After walking about a mile through the woods, we came to a small clearing. There were stone benches on either side of the narrow path, usually used by tourists to rest. We stopped and said in unison, "Let's do it here!" "Should I take pictures of you first, or us?" the man asked.
"I'll take pictures of you first!" I said, still feeling a little embarrassed.
"Okay then!" the man said, and began to undress, urging his wife to do the same. Soon, they were both standing there completely naked.
"You two should take your clothes off too, it'll be my turn to take pictures soon," his wife suddenly blurted out.
I looked at my wife and said, "Then let's take our clothes off too! Let's put them away so we don't have to rush later." My wife said "Oh," but didn't seem inclined to take them off. I put down my camera and hurriedly stripped myself naked, then urged my wife, "Hurry up!" My wife then started taking off her clothes, down to her underwear, standing there completely naked.
The moonlight illuminated four naked figures, the two women's fair skin standing out so clearly.
I started taking pictures of them, the flash going off incessantly, the two of them striking various poses, appearing so beautiful, passionate, and lewd under the flashes... Somehow, his camera's memory card quickly filled up, so I handed him my camera; now it was his turn to take pictures of us.
About thirty minutes passed, and my camera's 1GB memory card was full. Everyone stopped. I put my arm around my wife, and the man held his wife's hand. The four of us, all naked, walked together and started talking quietly. Then the two women started talking alone, seemingly with some parents, maybe discussing something about fashion.
The man and I went to the area where the clothes were kept, took out cigarettes, lit them, and sat on a stone bench chatting. After we'd finished smoking, the man suddenly asked me, "Not enough fun! How about you accompany my wife back to the car to get the memory card, and then we can take some more pictures, okay?" I was taken aback: "Me, accompany your wife? Your wife can go by herself, or you can make the trip faster." I was still thinking, "If I accompany your wife, will she stay here with you and wait for us?" The man seemed to see what I was thinking, smiled, and whispered, "My wife is very good. You can go with her; she's afraid to walk such a long way alone at night." He then gave a strange "hehe" laugh. Through his laughter, I could sense his meaning, but the thought of accompanying his wife, completely naked, all the way to retrieve something, and then leaving my wife here naked with him
felt a little off. Suddenly, a strange feeling kept creeping into my head, a thrilling, exciting sensation. "
Screw it," I thought, "I'll just go with his wife. I'll leave my wife here with him. It's so short, nothing's going to happen. At most, they'll chat a bit while they're naked.
" "Okay then!" I replied. The man went over to his wife and whispered, "Hurry up and get the memory card from your bag in the car. We'll film a little longer. I cut my foot; let this gentleman keep you company. Go quickly!"
"Huh?!" the woman exclaimed in surprise, looking at me and then at her husband.
"Hurry up! Time is running out, don't delay. I've already spoken to this gentleman, he'll be with you, don't be afraid," the man said in a commanding tone, a strange smile seemingly playing on his lips in the moonlight.
"Oh!" his wife responded, as if understanding something, and turned to me, saying, "Let's go, take a flashlight." "Oh, I'll put on some clothes," I hurriedly replied. "Why are you putting on clothes! It's pitch black here, there's no one around! If you keep this up, it'll be dawn soon, hurry up and come back!" the man immediately scolded in a disapproving tone.
"Oh!" I responded. "Hehe..." the woman chuckled, then said, "Hurry up, take the keys." She handed me the car keys. While my wife was still standing there, bewildered, the woman and I had already run off completely naked, leaving my equally naked wife and the man standing there waiting.
The woman and I walked quickly towards the parking lot. Her shoes seemed to be slipping, making a loud noise. I quickly slowed down and told her to walk quietly. She chuckled softly and muttered, "Help me!" I hesitated for a moment, then reached out my right hand to take her arm. She immediately hooked her left arm around mine, while her right hand gripped mine tightly, leaning her entire weight on my arm.
Walking like this, supporting each other, was very unsteady. We swayed constantly from side to side, her breasts brushing against my arm, making my heart pound. My mind started wandering, and a wicked thought flashed through my mind… Ugh! I was walking at night with a naked woman, and I was completely naked too, with her breasts constantly pressing against my arm. As I thought about it, my little brother started acting up. I could clearly feel it slowly getting erect, and before we were even halfway there, it was completely erect.
"Your shoes are no good, you can't walk steadily, I'm about to pull your arm off, how about I carry you?"
I said, half-jokingly. "Okay! Come on!" I never expected this girl to be so shameless! Damn!
Does she really think I'm some kind of hired handyman?
After saying that, the woman actually turned around and stood face to face with me. I was speechless, but I had no choice but to pick her up! I bent down, put one arm around her neck and the other around her legs, and lifted her up face up. She didn't stand on ceremony, nestled into my arms, hooked her right arm around my neck, and I picked her up, seemingly enjoying it. You win!
After I picked her up, she felt very light, much lighter than my wife. It's fun to carry a petite woman like this, it's actually quite easy. I carried her slowly forward, but soon I got a little tired, my arms started to feel strained, and her body began to sink, her bent buttocks unknowingly touching my erect penis, which she felt.
I felt it too, and just as I was feeling embarrassed, she suddenly said, "Why is your thing hard down there?" Damn it! She knew perfectly well what I meant, how cheeky!
"If it weren't hard, there would be a problem!" I retorted irritably, panting.
Suddenly, she started touching my penis with one hand, saying, "It's so big!" I couldn't take it anymore! I fucking couldn't take it anymore, I was going all out! Who's afraid of who? I bent down and put her down, then pulled her into my arms, pressing her breasts tightly against my chest, and kissed her face. My penis slid between her thighs. She was clearly prepared, offering no resistance. Her arms wrapped around me, and she panted as she returned my kisses. We were standing there, completely naked, kissing each other!
A short while later, she slightly parted her thighs. She was quite small, and she tried to lift her legs so her lower body could touch my penis, gently rubbing her buttocks back and forth. My penis could clearly feel her lower body becoming increasingly slippery; she was wet.
I bent down, placing her thighs on my arms, lifting her legs into an "M" shape. I used my hands to support her buttocks, searching for my erect penis. Finally, the head of my penis touched her parted labia. I thrust my hips forward, and, still wet with her fluids, I inserted myself. She moaned softly, writhing in pleasure. I held her like that, thrusting in and out, slowly walking forward as I did so… As we approached the car, I finally succumbed to the stimulation and ejaculated into her vagina. Just before I ejaculated, she sensed my impending climax. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, twisting her lower body violently and rubbing her clitoris against the base of my penis. As I released the first spurt of semen, she trembled noticeably, letting out a loud moan. Then, she suddenly froze, her arms gripping my neck tightly, her teeth biting my lips. I knew she had also reached orgasm.
After everything calmed down, I released her. She immediately squatted down, and under the light of my flashlight, I could see streams of semen flowing from her vulva onto the ground. She waved her hand and whispered, "There's paper in the car."
I quickly ran to the car, opened the door, pulled a stack of tissues from the tissue box, and handed them to her.
She repeatedly wiped the semen around her labia, but more semen continued to seep from her vagina. She looked up at me, smiled wryly, and said, "You ejaculated a lot." I chuckled dryly and said, "Hurry up and get the memory card and go home! Are you okay? Will your husband find out?" She sneered, "You think you got the better deal? Your wife might be hugging him right now!" "What?! No way!"
I asked nervously, a scene of my wife being fucked by that man starting to flash through my mind...
"He will!
My husband is very charming, you'll see when we get home!" she said confidently with a smile, then stood up, went back to the car to get the memory card, and we started walking back. I started to feel uneasy and quickened my pace.
"Why are you walking so fast? Are you so jealous? You took advantage of someone else's wife, and now you're getting so worked up over a little bit of what they took from you? You're so petty! I didn't even say anything, why are you so anxious?" She muttered as she walked, constantly wiping away the semen that was leaking from her lower body with toilet paper.
After walking halfway, she took my arm again and whispered in my ear, "You won't get angry if you find out they're acting strange, will you? If you do, I'll tell everyone what you did to me! Humph!" Damn! This girl is ruthless!
"I won't, don't worry! At worst, we'll be even." I muttered to myself, but I felt really bad.
"That's good! Let's walk slowly, they might not be finished yet!" she reminded me again.
"Then let's take off our shoes and walk quietly, and sneak up to them to see what's going on?" I suddenly thought this was a good idea. Watching other men have sex with my wife was a fantasy I'd had for a long time, and now it might actually come true. Thinking about this, I felt both excited and a little sour, and my little brother started to get aroused again.
"Okay, okay, that's great! I want to see too!" she replied, her tone excited.
Slowly, we quietly returned to where my wife and that man had been. We could vaguely see a white dot in the distance. I knew it must be the reflection of my wife's body in the moonlight. I gently pulled the woman down and crept forward, hiding behind a rock. We were very close to the white figure; it was clearly the silhouette of a naked woman, but the man wasn't with my wife.
Just as I was wondering, a naked man appeared beside my wife. I could vaguely see him pull her together and hug her, followed by several crisp kisses.
"Okay, stop it, they'll be back soon." That was clearly my wife's voice. Stop it? What did that mean? Had they already done it?
"I didn't bring any toilet paper, so use my underwear to wipe!" The man's voice came from the darkness. Damn it! Wiping with his underwear, it was clear they were done, and he'd ejaculated inside. I felt dizzy… I wandered around like a madman, pretending to lead the woman back the way we came, deliberately making some noise. We arrived at where my wife and the other man were. The man was sitting on the stone bench, smoking, acting like nothing had happened; it was obvious he'd just lit the cigarette. My wife was standing far away from him, her back to him… What a charade!
“Why did it take so long?” the man asked first, clearly trying to intimidate me and prevent me from suspecting anything.
“Damn it! What kind of shoes is your wife wearing? She looks like an old lady with bound feet the whole way. If I let her walk barefoot, she complains it hurts her feet!” I replied irritably.
“Then why didn’t you help her?” the man said, feigning reproach. 'Help? I not only helped your wife, I hugged her, and I fucked her!' I thought fiercely.
"Let's begin! Take more pictures." The man stood up, tossed away his cigarette butt, and said.
I took the camera, walked over to my wife, and deliberately said, "We won't take any more pictures. We'll just have some intimate moments later." "Okay!" my wife replied, her voice trembling slightly with nervousness. I understood, I understood everything. There was nothing more to say. You slept with this man, and I slept with his wife anyway! It's better not to make things clear between us. This is fine too! We're even!
I started taking pictures of them. This time, they directly inserted their penises into their vaginas for me to photograph, all scenes of intercourse. While taking pictures, I kept glancing back at my wife. Sure enough, I saw her squatting on the ground to the side, her hand constantly touching something between her legs. Tch! She was scrambling out semen! She must have just had semen ejaculated into her vagina and was trying to prevent it from flowing down her legs.
The two of them posed in various sexual positions for me to photograph while they started thrusting repeatedly. The man seemed very excited. "Feels good, doesn't it?" "Your wife's vagina is so slippery, isn't it? So wet, right?
Hmph! It's all my semen inside! Go ahead and fuck me, fuck me properly!" I cursed inwardly.
Finally, the man ejaculated with a low groan... Damn! He just ejaculated inside my wife's cunt, and he can still ejaculate so quickly? Impressive! I couldn't help but secretly admire him.
I put down my camera and walked to my wife's side. My wife looked at me nervously, and I said, "Let's get intimate too!" My wife nervously replied, "Mmm, mmm." I turned my wife's body around, making her bend over and stick her buttocks up high, her vulva facing me. I moistened my erect penis with the vaginal fluid around her labia (mostly the man's semen), and gently inserted it along her vulva. Damn! My little brother slid completely into my wife's vagina without any effort. It really had been fucked by that man.
As I thrust in and out, the image of that man having sex with my wife kept flashing through my mind. Strangely, I didn't feel any anger; instead, a very stimulating sensation surged through my penis, making it even harder and more sensitive.
"Aren't you coming to watch?" I suddenly acted like a scoundrel, calling out to the two of them while still having sex with my wife. They did come over and stood to the side watching us have sex, occasionally letting out lewd laughs. "So beautiful! So pretty! So exciting!" the man kept praising, then half-jokingly said, "Could your wife touch my penis? Let me feel it too!" Damn it, he was clearly saying that to my wife! That's how women are; once they've been with someone, they don't care anymore. Hearing that, she didn't show any panic at all; she clearly wanted to do it. Damn it! I'm going all in!
Everyone knows what's going on, they just don't say it outright.
'It's better not to say it outright; playing dumb is more fun!' Thinking of this, I casually replied, "Okay!
Honey, you just hold his penis and give it a performance." "Oh!" my wife responded mechanically, seemingly a little embarrassed. She's such a hypocrite! Seeing her like this, I knew she didn't know she'd already been with this man, which only excited me more! I grabbed my wife's hand and placed it on the man's penis, and she naturally grasped it in her hand.
Soon, I climaxed after less than a hundred thrusts, ejaculating inside my wife's vagina. When I pulled out, my wife was still holding onto that man's penis—what a slut!
After this incident, we organized several more outdoor photo shoots, becoming increasingly uninhibited, but no one ever suggested swapping sex partners, even though we practically did. However, we all shared a tacit agreement: never use your own camera when taking photos of each other.
Later, we traveled together, even sharing a single room—all four of us sleeping together. No one mentioned swapping, but we went even further than that. We indulged in debauchery in hotels, showering together, making love, taking turns with each other's partners—it was incredibly fun!
When sleeping in the same large bed, sometimes I slept in the middle, with two women on either side, and the man next to another woman; sometimes the roles were reversed, with him in the middle, two women on either side of him, and me next to one of the women. Of course, all four of us were completely naked when sleeping together. Whoever came close would be penetrated, and even when we were having sex with each other's wives, the other would come over and penetrate, two penises forced into the same vagina—it felt amazing!
Or, when my wife and I were having sex, he would come up and make her suck his penis, playing very wantonly. My wife and his woman, in this situation, clearly became typical sluts, very naturally, very submissive, without any shame.
As time went on, we would talk about our first swap, reminiscing about it as a happy topic.
It turned out that they had planned to swap partners that day. He had convinced his wife, using a very clever method to get her to have sex with me. When his wife and I left to get something, he went up to my wife and chatted casually. He said my wife was a little nervous, and he politely advised her to relax and not be nervous. Afterwards, he shared some "philosophies of life," and then, as the conversation progressed, he slowly moved closer to my wife.
It turns out that when a man and a woman, complete strangers, stand naked together, only a few centimeters apart, both of their sex hormones rise. This is an animal instinct; opposite sexes are naturally attracted to each other, especially when standing naked at close range.
He said that later, while chatting, he even tidied my wife's hair—a very effective and ruthless move! My wife clearly felt his rapid breathing, a sound that easily aroused her sexual desire. Then he began gently stroking her back, saying she was trembling slightly. He asked if she was cold, then gently pulled her into his arms. My wife trembled even more violently, and he feigned surprise, asking what was wrong. Was she uncomfortable? Sick? This tender care completely disarmed my wife.
He held her tightly, stroking her hair, back, waist, and even her buttocks. His penis was also constantly erect, pressing against her vulva. My wife was completely in a daze, like a puppet, letting him manipulate her… The rest is history; he had sex with my wife, ejaculating inside her within minutes. He said my wife remained still throughout the entire act, only becoming aware of him at the moment of his ejaculation, writhing and trying to stop him from withdrawing his penis.
Afterwards, he frantically searched for toilet paper to wipe my wife's genitals, but he didn't bring any. It was then that my wife realized—she had just had sex with this strange man. Feeling semen running down her thighs, my wife quickly squatted down and scooped it out of her vagina. This is what I heard when he said, "Use my underwear to wipe it."
When my wife mentioned this, she said she was stunned and didn't know what to do. She couldn't remember how he penetrated her, how he fucked her, or how he ejaculated. She only felt a warm flow in her vagina, which felt very comfortable, and she instinctively started to move her body. But she was still aware that this man had done it to her, and she was terrified, afraid that if I found out, he would turn on her.
That's the end of it, but I never told my wife that when I accompanied his wife to pick up something that night, we had actually had sex on the way. Men, it's better to be a little mysterious; that way, your wife will always feel like she owes you something…

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