Peeping at his wife being raped through a window

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"Baby, are you ready? We're about to leave."

"Coming, coming, don't rush me."

The speaker was my dear wife, Shanshan.

We've liked each other since our school days and gradually got together. She gave me her first time. Over the years, from a shy young girl to a sexy wife, we've been there for each other.

"Going out for a trip. You're more enthusiastic than making love." She

rolled her eyes at me after saying that, then turned around and bent down to put on her shoes. Her full, perky buttocks deliberately nudged me. Looking at my wife's pouting buttocks, I gently patted them. "Why aren't you enthusiastic about making love?"

My wife's buttocks are peach-shaped. When they're pouting, they look like a perfect inverted heart from behind—round, full, and with great lines. Most importantly, they're incredibly perky. With

that gentle slap, my wife let out a soft moan, "You're so annoying, you hit my butt again."

That one sound was all it took; a strange, wicked fire suddenly surged within me. Without a word, I lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. I pulled out my still-erect penis and prepared to insert it.

"Hey, what are you doing? Weren't we leaving?" my wife said, frantically grabbing the shoe cabinet for balance.

I guided my penis, searching for her deep opening by touch, the glans gently brushing against her vulva.

I said casually, "The usual, of course, just for fun." The "usual" I meant the game we often played. Maybe it's because we're young, but we're both very energetic. Whenever either of us has even the slightest dirty thought, or just a little teasing that inadvertently gets me an erection, I'll immediately mount her and thrust hard for a while. Often, I don't want to ejaculate, and she doesn't orgasm; it's purely for fun. Over time, it became our usual routine.

My wife understood immediately, obediently using the wardrobe and shoe cabinet for balance, slightly pouting her sexy buttocks.

With my help, I easily lowered my head and placed the head of my penis against my wife's slightly parted labia. Unsurprisingly, there wasn't a drop of vaginal lubrication. Of course, with such a sudden attack, the flow of vaginal fluid couldn't keep up with the speed of my erection.

But I didn't panic. I gently circled the head of my penis around the entrance of her vagina. Soon, I felt a slight slipperiness; some vaginal fluid had already come out. I evenly dipped the head of my penis into this fluid and gently inserted it into my wife's vagina. When the entire head of my penis was enveloped by her soft vagina, I felt some resistance. After all, my penis was still dry. I gently pulled the head of my penis out a little, and then slowly pushed it back in.

After repeating this several times, my entire penis was covered with the vaginal fluid flowing from my wife's vagina. With a "plop," I thrust my hips forward forcefully, plunging my entire penis deep into her honey pot. The head of my penis pressed tightly against her cervix. My wife suddenly tilted her head back. A soft moan of pleasure escaped her throat.

Knowing every inch of my wife's body, I knew I had hit her favorite spot.

I then pulled my penis out completely and shoved it back in forcefully. After several repetitions, the frequency of my thrusts increased. Fine beads of sweat appeared on my wife's raised forehead, her buttocks arched higher and higher, and she kept making "mmm...mmm..." sounds.

I teased my wife, "Little slut, this moaning isn't your style. Still not satisfied?" With that, I thrust even harder, pulling my penis out completely with each thrust, then slamming it in deep into her honey pot. I could feel a hard protrusion at the end of her warm vagina. Each thrust hit that spot hard; I knew that was where my wife felt most comfortable.

Because my wife's vagina is tight on the outside and wide on the inside, the vaginal opening is small and tight, but once inside, it's a whole different world. So she doesn't really care about the friction of my penis; instead, it's the pressure of my penis against her cervix that drives her completely wild. Sometimes when I probe inside with my fingers, I can feel the soft, moist vaginal walls. They're incredibly flexible; I can even reach the cervix with my fingers. If I can overcome the tightness of the vaginal opening, I'd like to try inserting my whole hand into my wife's vagina.

As my hips thrust faster and harder, I relentlessly pushed my penis deep into my wife's honey pot. Her moans grew louder, and she gradually got into the mood, her simple groans turning into, "Honey, you've hit that spot! It feels so good!"

"Deeper, deeper! Yes, right there! It feels so good!"

"Honey, use your big cock to fuck my little cunt!"

"Fuck me to death, honey... fuck my little cunt to death..."

My wife is usually very innocent, but the reason she says these things during sex is because of my constant "training" over the years. She's slowly learned to say stimulating things when she's excited.

Occasionally, I would take sexy photos of my wife and post them online, partly out of a slight desire to show off, and partly out of a strange thrill from seeing the comments from netizens.

Hearing my wife say that, I followed that angle, repeatedly thrusting my glans into the same spot. The frequency increased, filling the room with a frenzied, pounding sound.

Looking down at my wife's pert buttocks, as my penis withdrew, the thin layer of tender flesh outside her vaginal opening seemed to be turned outwards by my penis, almost becoming transparent. After my penis went back in, it was pushed back into her vagina. Next to it was a small, faint birthmark, my proudest feature, my unique vulva.

The lewd words of my beloved wife echoed in my ears, and the intense visual and psychological sensations, combined with the stimulation from her constantly contracting vagina, gave me a slight urge to ejaculate. So I thrust a few times hard. I abruptly pulled my penis out. With a "pop," the vagina, tightly gripping my penis, made that beautiful sound under the pressure of the withdrawn glans.

My wife, losing my support, almost collapsed to her knees. I quickly caught her waist, pulled her into my arms, and carried her to the sofa. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed, and she was still breathing heavily.

After calming down and taking a few deep breaths, she pinched me hard. "You're so annoying! You just do it like that, without any preparation! Why did you do that!"

I laughed. I held her close, kissed her deeply, and then placed my left hand on her full buttocks, slowly stroking upwards, past her waist, to her breasts, stopping at the very tip of her soft peaks. I gave them a gentle squeeze. "Ah!" my wife exclaimed. "You're so annoying, always bullying me," she said, then reached behind me and twisted my arm hard, making me wince in pain. Not to be outdone, I retaliated. We started playfully wrestling.

That's our usual routine. A sudden burst of passion, followed by a sudden end.

Even after a full bout of sex, compared to ejaculation as the final act, I actually prefer watching my wife's satisfied expression beneath me. Often, I'll finish after her orgasm, simply enjoying the process, savoring the pleasure of our union.

After a while of playful wrestling, I obediently loaded the things into the car and prepared to leave.

We were in H city, USA. It was only an hour's drive from the beach, which is quite natural. Except for the coastal highway on the edge of town, there were almost no man-made structures; my pickup truck could drive right onto the beach and park right there.

Sitting in the driver's seat, watching the scenery rush past, I thought about how much pressure life had been these past few years, how busy work had been, and how long it had been since my wife and I had gone out like this. Our daily lives were mostly filled with mundane tasks, and my frequent business trips inevitably made her feel lonely. So, I decided to let loose and relax completely today. With that thought, I glanced at my wife. She was intently watching the scenery outside the window, wearing only a tank top. The faint flush on her cheeks was probably from the lingering afterglow of our earlier lovemaking. My right hand reached for her breasts, gently kneading them through her clothes.

"You're so annoying," she said, giving me a fierce glare.

Heh heh, she said "I hate you," but her body didn't resist. I continued kneading my wife's breasts with my right hand, gripping the steering wheel with my left, humming music from the radio, and sped towards the seaside.

When we arrived at the beach, it wasn't crowded since it wasn't the weekend. Only a few cars were scattered along the narrow stretch of sand. Even on a weekend, it wasn't comparable to the massive crowds back home; there were far fewer people abroad. We found a relatively quiet area, drove directly onto the beach, parked, took out our gear, set up a small, ventilated shelter next to the car, and placed a beach mat and a cooler filled with ice and various drinks.

Just as we were about to lie down, my wife exclaimed, "Oh dear!" "

What's wrong?" I asked, walking towards the car.

"I grabbed the wrong swimsuit; this one's a small size," she said, picking up the swimsuit we'd brought. We'd bought it online shortly after arriving in the US. Since we weren't sure about swimsuit sizes, we bought two sizes just in case one fit. Both ended up being wearable, except this one was a little tight.

"You scared me! I thought some pervert was peeping at you while you were changing. It's okay, just adjust the straps to the longest setting; the length should be fine. Otherwise, you'll be swimming naked, hehe."

My wife thought for a moment and could only sigh helplessly. "I'll try it, there's no other way." She waved me away. "Go away, go away. I'm changing. Do

n't peek!" Hehe, of course she'd peek. My wife seemed to know that it was impossible to stop me from seeing, so she could only helplessly put on the swimsuit, which was a size too small, under my gleaming gaze.

Wow, it's so sexy! This swimsuit is a rather narrow one-piece, with only one strap at the neck extending down into two narrow pieces of fabric that barely cover most of the chest. I'm afraid that if I move even slightly, my breasts will mischievously pop out to breathe some fresh air.

The bottom wasn't a typical flat-leg style, but a bikini-style triangle. Luckily, my wife has developed the habit of shaving her pubic hair thanks to my encouragement, otherwise it would definitely be exposed. The narrow fabric barely covered her delicate labia minora, but the outer labia majora weren't so lucky, neatly exposed to the air. When she bent over, her two full labia majora were even more prominently constricted. It's called a one-piece swimsuit, but only the front is continuous; the entire back is bare. Only a triangle of fabric below the waist covers my wife's sexy peach-shaped buttocks. Well, if the size is right, it should cover them. The poor swimsuit barely covers half of my wife's round buttocks, so the elastic keeps pulling it into her butt crack. Well, the butt-covering design becomes a thong, and from a distance, it probably looks like her entire back is naked, which made my little brother hard. Hehe, I like it.

My wife looked at her crotch, then turned to look at her buttocks. She pulled the shrunken triangular piece of fabric down a bit, trying to cover her plump, round buttocks. But this only exposed the upper part of her buttocks, and in the end, she could only let it become a thong-shaped swimsuit.

"What should I do? My whole buttocks are exposed, and it doesn't cover the bottom either. It's almost squeezing my vagina," my wife complained helplessly. She continued to try to adjust the swimsuit, trying to cover as much as possible.

"There aren't any shops around here. The awnings and beach mats are all set up. There's hardly anyone around. We'll just go into the water and then put on towels when we get out," I comforted my wife.

My wife looked around and saw that the nearest person was at least a hundred meters away. She had no choice but to accept it. Then she leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Honey, is it sexy to wear it like this?" She then pinched my already erect penis.

"Oh dear, honey, even though there aren't many people here, it's still broad daylight. We can't act like this here," I said, sounding aggrieved.

My wife chuckled, released her grip on my penis, turned, and ran towards the beach, shouting, "Honey, teach me how to swim!"

"Coming!!!" I quickly caught up.

I led my wife to a spot where the water was below chest depth, but she didn't want to go any further. It's better to be careful if you can't swim.

To learn to swim, you need to get used to floating.

"Come on, honey, be careful. I'll hold you up. Lift your legs up and slowly maintain your balance. Get used to floating." As I said this, my left hand naturally rested on my wife's chest—hehe, taking advantage openly! My right hand gently lifted her legs, slowly raising them to the surface.

"No, no, no, honey, I'm scared!" My wife's legs had barely left the water when she frantically grabbed me.

I quickly reassured her, "It's okay, honey. I'm holding you up. You won't choke on the water. Trust me," I said, continuing to lift her thighs.

Although my wife was nervous, she obediently cooperated with me as we slowly tried to float. Gradually, her plump buttocks emerged from the water. I glanced at her, and my penis immediately hardened. The narrow crotch area barely covered her labia minora, and the back was completely constricted between her buttocks. Just a short distance into the water, the elastic of the swimsuit had stubbornly dug into her vagina, and from behind, her plump labia were completely covered by the narrow crotch. My wife seemed to feel the tightness and tried to adjust it, but because her whole body was floating, she was frightened and could only cling tightly to me.

"Honey, it's uncomfortable down there, it's too tight," she said, her voice tinged with a faint sense of shame.

"Don't move. Hold on, I'll loosen it a bit." With that, I ran my right hand up her thigh to her vulva, trying to pull the swimsuit out of her vaginal opening.

But because the swimsuit was completely tight inside, I couldn't find a place to grab it. So, I used the seam of the swimsuit to slowly slide my index finger inside from the mons pubis towards her vulva. When I touched her tender clitoris, my wife let out a soft moan. Hey, the little slut's aroused. I took the opportunity to gently rub her clitoris.

"You're so annoying, still taking advantage of me like this, hurry up and fix me~ mmm~~" My wife's voice was unsteady.

"Yes, ma'am." I rubbed her clitoris hard, chuckled, and moved my hand to the entrance of her vulva. Hmm, why is it slippery here? My lust was rising, and I asked, "Baby, the water here seems different, why is it slippery, is it the lustful fluid from your vulva?"

"It's because of this swimsuit, it's so tight, it's rubbing against my vulva when I walk~~~~"

Before she could finish speaking, I took advantage of my wife's momentary lapse in attention and inserted my entire index finger into her vulva. I started stirring it.

"Oh, honey, no! There are people here!"

"Honey, no, take it out now!"

"Honey,"

I didn't reply, just chuckled, my fingers continuing to chuckle. Gradually, my wife's voice grew weaker and weaker, turning into soft moans. Heh, this little slut really couldn't last more than a few seconds.

I glanced around nervously and noticed a young man about 20 meters away. He seemed to have noticed the sexy, pert buttocks of the young married woman and stole a few glances. There were plenty of bikini-clad beauties on the beach, but beauties in thongs and swimsuits were a rare sight. Seeing the young man admiring my wife's buttocks, I felt a strange thrill. It wouldn't be bad to let my wife experience what it's like to be with a stranger. I've been the only man here the whole time; I should let her experience something different. So I let the stranger watch from afar. Then I slightly increased the pressure on my hands.

"Cough...cough...honey, stop! You made me choke!" My wife's angry voice pulled me back from my reverie.

I quickly stopped what I was doing and used my left hand to lift my wife's upper body. "Oh, sorry, honey, it felt so good, I didn't notice."

"You're always teasing me! You've been touching me for so many years and you're still so greedy. You even do this when you're teaching me to swim! Take your hand off me

right now!" My wife's face was flushed, and she looked up and glared at me. I could tell she wasn't really angry. I figured she was probably already aroused from the thrusting before we left, the touching in the car the whole way, and the friction of her swimsuit against her clitoris. So I shamelessly said, "Honey, I can't support you properly with me. You can't get used to floating with me like this. I'll put my hand on top and lift you up. If the buoyancy isn't enough, I'll lift you up a bit."

"How?"

I didn't wait for her agreement and answered her question with my actions. I pulled my index finger out of her vagina, quickly lifted my arm out of the water and placed it on my wife's buttocks, grabbing the swimsuit that was being pulled into a rope by her buttocks.

"Honey, no, it's even tighter in the front. It'll hurt!" She said, trying to stand up.

I wasn't going to let her succeed, so I quickly moved my left hand to her chest. My right hand quickly slipped inside her swimsuit, my middle and ring fingers gently probing, inserting into my wife's vagina.

"That's good enough,"

I said. At that moment, I pulled my wife to the surface again, our position now that she was lying face down on the water, my left hand supporting her breasts, my right hand reaching inside her swimsuit from behind, two fingers gently hooking the upper part of her vagina. Using the buoyancy of the water, I gently lifted half of her buttocks above the surface. To others, it would appear as if my right hand was on my wife's buttocks, but they wouldn't see my fingers inside her vagina.

"No! People will see. Take them out!" My wife turned her head to look at me with pitiful eyes, floating weakly in the water.

I glanced up at the spot where the young man had been; he was gone. A slight sense of disappointment washed over me; I hadn't seen such a beautiful sight. Turning back to comfort my wife, I said, "No, there's nobody around here, and you can't see anything further away." Before she could reply, I continued, "Honey, relax. This way your legs can move more easily. Try using your legs to move in the water and slowly swim forward."

Knowing I wouldn't let her off so easily, my wife resigned herself to her fate and slowly began to move her legs, though her movements

were slightly stiff. I pointed out her mistakes, of course, with my fingers. Meanwhile, my fingers were inserted into her vagina, feeling the soft walls of her vagina squeezing against her as her legs moved. My penis, however, was hard as an iron rod, and I was contemplating whether to have some water sex. Suddenly, my wife stopped swimming, frantically trying to grab me with her hands, her legs tense. I thought she was about to climax.

Unexpectedly, my wife cried out in pain; it turned out she had a leg cramp. I quickly pulled my fingers out to help her up, but she was too panicked, her hands frantically trying to grab onto me to stand. I calmly told her not to panic, the water wasn't deep, and she could just steady herself and stand up. I tried to lift her up, but it was no use; my wife was still flustered and suddenly pulled me, causing me to lose my balance and fall forward, plunging headfirst into the water. Now I panicked a bit. There were two of us: one couldn't swim and had a leg cramp, and the other was pushed underwater and choked on several mouthfuls of water.

Just as I was struggling to regain my balance by paddling with my legs, the pressure on me suddenly eased. I quickly steadied myself, straightened up, and was able to breathe again. My nose and mouth were full of water, and tears were streaming down my face. Ignoring myself, I rushed to check on my wife.

We noticed another person beside us; it was the young man who had been spying on us. My wife was now being lifted out of the water by him, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, her chest pressed against his body, still trembling with fear. I quickly took my wife and thanked him.

My wife then realized that her swimsuit had somehow slipped to one side, exposing her entire left breast. The nipple, stimulated by the cool seawater, stood erect, pointing at the stranger. She quickly covered her chest with her hand, turned around, and snuggled into my arms, bending down to straighten her swimsuit.

Only then did I take a closer look at this man, clearly bewildered by my wife's breast. He was about my height, with good muscle mass—obviously someone who exercised regularly.

My wife thanked the man, then gently called to me, "Honey, my legs still hurt. Let's go back upstairs and rest for a while." I quickly agreed, helping my wife back to the beach. I also invited the young man for a drink to express my gratitude, and he readily agreed, following us onto the sand.

My wife, supported by me, kept adjusting her swimsuit, but the small size couldn't contain her ample bosom, so she had to give up. However, the problem with her crotch was more difficult. Because of her earlier struggle, her swimsuit was tightly wedged between her labia and buttocks. If it had just been the two of us, it wouldn't have been so bad, but with a stranger behind us, my wife was embarrassed to adjust the swimsuit. She could only surreptitiously adjust the front part, trying to pull the swimsuit out of her crotch. Seeing this, I tried to turn around and talk to the man to distract him (I'll write the rest of the conversation in Chinese for easier reading), but I found his eyes fixed on my wife's buttocks.

Hearing me call his name, he quickly looked up at me in alarm. I smiled at him, not taking it personally, after all, he had just saved my wife. During our conversation, I learned his name was Ethan, a recent college graduate who lived nearby. I introduced him to my wife, Shanshan, and thanked him again. Ethan explained that it was fortunate he had been a member of his school's swimming team, which allowed him to reach his wife so quickly. (Later, after chatting with him, I learned that after seeing my wife's shapely buttocks, he secretly swam to a spot not far behind us to spy on her. So, he saw everything when I was teaching her to swim using the acupressure technique.) When

I heard he was a member of the swimming team, my eyes lit up. After all, I only learned to swim as a child by splashing around in the water; it was completely self-taught, and I wasn't very good at teaching others. Wouldn't it be wonderful if a professional coach could teach my wife? We walked to the car and gently placed my wife on a beach mat under the shade, draped a towel over her, and let her rest for a while. I handed Ethan a bottle of soda, mentally planning how to get him to teach my wife to swim. Unexpectedly,

after taking the soda, Ethan suddenly asked, "I saw you teaching your wife to swim earlier?"

I quickly replied, "Yes. But my technique isn't very good, so it was a bit difficult for me."

"Oh, I see. Maybe I can help my wife learn to swim more effectively. After all, as a coach, I'm practically a professional." Ethan's hesitant words seemed to be an attempt to persuade us.

I was secretly pleased, but didn't agree immediately; I needed to ask my wife first. Turning to look at her, I saw she was still gently rubbing her calf. It seemed the pain from the cramp hadn't completely subsided. I quickly sat down beside her and asked with concern, "Honey, how are you? Is it still very painful?"

My wife looked up at me pitifully. "Much better. At first, it hurt unbearably, but now it's just a little uncomfortable."

"Let me massage your legs, lie down and rest for a while." I gently laid my wife down and covered her with a towel. I folded another towel neatly to use as a pillow. While gently massaging her calves, I asked in Chinese, "Ethan said he's on the school swimming team, so he's pretty professional. Want him to teach you how to swim?"

Hearing this, my wife immediately sat up, staring at me seriously. "Are you saying I'm too clumsy to teach you, so you're passing the buck to someone else?"

"No way, how could I? You're my precious wife, how could I find it troublesome? It's just that I'm self-taught, I don't know how to teach you properly, and besides, my form isn't perfect. Having a ready-made teacher is great!"

"But, but..."

"But what?"

"But my swimsuit today..." My wife's voice trailed off.

I immediately understood. I thought it shouldn't matter. Besides, even if he saw it, it was just a fleeting glimpse. After all, I could just assume it was my desire to show off. I comforted her, saying, "It's okay. You're in the water, he can't see anything anyway. Just focus on learning to swim. Besides, he saved you, too

." She looked up at me, then at Ethan beside her. After a moment's hesitation, she nodded. I suppose she really wanted to learn to swim. After all, I, her half-baked instructor, had spent most of my time teaching her, my mind mostly on how to penetrate her honey pot.

Seeing my wife nod, Ethan said to us, "Cramps are inevitable, but if you stretch beforehand, you can minimize the chances. Even after a cramp, some stretching can quickly relieve the discomfort."

Hearing this, I quickly got up and moved aside, sitting on the recliner. As I wrapped a towel around myself, I said, "You know how to do that? That's great! Shanshan's leg is still a little uncomfortable, could you please stretch it for her?"

My wife looked at him eagerly, desperately wanting to relieve the discomfort in her calf immediately.

Upon hearing this, Ethan eagerly knelt on the beach mat, gently grasped his wife's soft calves, and slowly massaged them a few times. Then, he gently stretched her legs while holding her feet and calves.

Seeing his wife's comfortable expression, I took out my phone and lay down completely. After playing for a while, I got a little bored and started looking at the comments on the sexy photos of my wife that I had posted online a few days ago.

"Wow, so cute!"

"Her perky butt is perfect for doggy style!"

"Nice assholeandpussy..wannashare!"

"Agree with the above, let's all enjoy it together!"

"I really want to fuck your wife's cunt!"

"I love beautiful butts.".......................

The comments from netizens are all great.

These photos are of the new thong I recently bought for my wife online. After receiving them, she tried them on and the effect was fantastic. Then, on a whim, I took these photos. In the photos, my wife is kneeling facing the headboard, her hands on the headboard back, her buttocks slightly raised, forming a perfect inverted heart shape. She was only wearing a newly bought thong, the narrow fabric barely covering her anus and vulva, creating a tantalizingly sexy and slightly lewd effect.

Seeing this, I realized how similar it was to the swimsuit my wife was wearing today. Turning my head slightly, I saw Ethan with his back to me, holding my wife's ankles and lifting her left leg towards his shoulder – probably the simplest and most effective stretch. However, my wife doesn't usually exercise, so her leg stopped halfway up. But Ethan didn't seem to care; he mechanically manipulated her beautiful leg, his head lowered, looking down. The towel covering her had been lifted up to her lower abdomen due to the leg lift.

My heart skipped a beat; I suddenly understood. This guy must have noticed how narrow my wife's swimsuit was. Lifting her leg so high opened her vulva, and at that moment, her labia were probably clearly visible.

Looking at my wife's pretty face, eyes slightly closed, lips gently biting, she probably realized that her most private and shameful place was being admired up close by a strange man with eyes almost blazing with fire. I knew the intense shame without even looking. My wife's vagina was already overflowing with lustful fluid.

Although I usually post nude photos of my wife online for netizens to admire her beautiful body, and although Ethan had already seen her from afar, the fact that my wife was being watched so closely by a strange man in real life still stirred a strong sense of jealousy within me, a feeling even more thrilling than being watched by netizens.

Just as I was hesitating whether to stop him, Ethan suddenly stopped what he was doing, gently lowered my wife's legs, and asked, "Shall we start the swimming lesson now?" It turned out she had already stretched.

I looked at my wife's slightly flushed cheeks, and suddenly an idea flashed into my mind. Pretending not to have noticed anything, I said, "I'm a little tired, honey, why don't you go learn from Ethan?"

I could tell my wife was hesitant, given the cramp she'd just had in the water, but I knew she really wanted to learn to swim. So I continued, "Ethan's a good swimmer, I'll feel more at ease with him guiding you. Besides, swimming involves some physical contact, so you can relax and focus more if I'm not around. I'm going to the car for a nap. Open both doors, just call me if you need anything, I'll definitely hear you." Then I told Ethan I was going to rest in the car and asked him to look after my wife and make sure he taught her to swim properly. Ethan was probably secretly pleased; he'd likely be even more relaxed than my wife when I wasn't around.

Hearing my words, and knowing that learning to swim was one of the goals of this trip, my wife could only nod. She even comforted me, saying, "Honey, you should rest well. I'll swim for you when you wake up."

I chuckled and patted her bottom. "Go ahead, I'm looking forward to it!" I turned and walked towards the car. Before getting in, I glanced back. My wife was obediently following Ethan, head down, seemingly unconcerned about being spied on earlier, even though her swimsuit was tightly constricted inside her.

Of course, I wasn't really going to rest; I just wanted to give my dear wife a chance, a chance to make her happy. But the thought of her being with a stranger I'd only known for ten minutes, dressed so provocatively, and having skin-to-skin contact, inevitably stirred a pang of jealousy. But this was quickly overwhelmed by a strong sense of arousal. My wife had been with me for so many years, her tender body always selfishly possessed by me. It was time for her to try other men. Taking advantage of her was fine, but I would absolutely not agree to her being penetrated. I made up my mind that if there were any signs of penetration again, I would immediately intervene. I sat in the back seat and turned around to look for the binoculars I had left in the car after the last birdwatching trip. Luckily, they were still there. I wanted to see how my scantily clad wife would be violated.

The car windows were tinted with sun protection film, making it dark from the outside, but I could see out from inside without any problem, giving me a legitimate opportunity to peek. I picked up the binoculars and aimed them at the water where my wife and Ethan were. After adjusting the focus, I saw that Ethan had already started teaching my wife how to swim. The movements were similar to what I had taught her at the beginning, both starting with getting her used to the water. However, Ethan was holding my wife's arm, facing her, while my wife used her arm to support her head above the water and practiced kicking her legs. At first, her lower body couldn't float. I saw Ethan's mouth move, but it was too far away and with the sound of the waves, I couldn't hear what he was saying, but he was probably teaching my wife how to properly move her legs.

Just as I guessed, my wife's legs gradually emerged from the water, indicating she had mastered the technique. Once stable, most of her body floated, with only her round, pert buttocks, held together by a thin cloth, appearing and disappearing intermittently. The sight made my penis throb with rage, reminding me of the tremors that occur when I penetrated her from behind during sex—like waves rolling across her shapely buttocks.

I looked at Ethan, whose eyes seemed fixed on my wife's buttocks, clearly captivated by them. If looks could be caresses, Ethan's gaze would feel like an invisible hand forcefully kneading her buttocks.

My wife, however, was diligently practicing her water-splashing, seemingly oblivious to the lewd gaze of the man before her. Her legs gradually gained rhythm, slapping the water's surface rhythmically with the rise and fall of her body. But for a beginner, this required considerable energy.

After a while, his wife seemed tired. She lowered her legs and stood up from the water, her large, white buttocks still covered by the seawater. She wiped the seawater from her face with her hands and moved her lips as if she were saying something to Ethan. Ethan seemed to just come back to his senses when he heard his wife speak. The two of them talked back and forth for a while. Then Ethan rushed to the side, and judging from his movements, he seemed to be demonstrating something to his wife. His wife watched carefully as Ethan slapped his legs and maintained his balance. It seemed that everything was going in the right direction.

Ethan swam around his wife once and then returned to her. He moved his lips slightly, then stood beside her, the two of them close together, their hands submerged in the water. I saw my wife's expression clearly momentarily blank, before she snapped back to reality, gently leaning forward and slowly rising to the surface. It turned out that Ethan was using the same position I had just been in to support her upper body underwater, while she relied on her legs to stay afloat. The training effect was the same as before, only now he was supporting her upper body, which should have been easier on her arms. After all, supporting my upper body with my arms like before would have been exhausting even for me.

Wait, he was supporting her upper body! A bolt of lightning seemed to strike my mind, my heart tightened, and goosebumps broke out on my arms. Just now, I was supporting my wife's upper body, my hands resting on her large, white breasts. Ethan was now supporting her in the same position, his hands also pressing on her tender breasts. A wave of sadness washed over me; she had been touched after all. But remembering that I had already prepared myself for being touched by letting my wife go over there on her own, I took a few deep breaths to calm my wildly beating heart, though my hard penis jerked its head up a few times in protest.

At that moment, my wife turned to look at me, seemingly flustered and worried that I would see her. Her eyes were full of conflict, as if she needed my help to stop her, or perhaps she liked the feeling but was afraid of being discovered. Unfortunately, to my wife, the car on the beach was pitch black, with only the doors open, so she couldn't see me. She probably thought I was asleep. But I was looking directly into her eyes through binoculars, seeing even the changes in her gaze clearly.

Then my wife turned her head and started splashing the water earnestly, her expression seemingly much more relaxed. "Hehe. Little slut, looks like you're not resisting, but afraid of being discovered, huh?" I wanted my wife to hear this, to put her at ease and let her do as she pleased, but I was also afraid she'd blame me if she heard I'd deliberately created this opportunity. So I could only mutter it to myself quietly.

Ethan, on the other hand, had a very focused expression, intently staring at my wife's large buttocks as they surfaced, and occasionally craning his neck towards them, as if observing her vulva.

My wife had been moving her legs for so long, and with the fabric at her crotch so narrow, her two plump labia were probably completely exposed, changing shape with the movement of her legs. Her small vulva was tightly bound by her swimsuit, guarding the final barrier.

Slowly, my wife half-closed her eyes, her lips parted slightly, and the movement of her legs became somewhat unnatural, the rhythm a little off. Knowing my wife best, I naturally understood this was a sign of heightened sexual desire. However, her arousal points weren't actually in her breasts, but mainly her earlobes, neck, back, and clitoris. Every time I lightly touched these areas, my wife couldn't help but tremble, and her vagina would instantly secrete fluid. Then I looked at Ethan's other hand, and sure enough, his arm was swaying slightly. His right hand was supporting my wife's breast, while his left hand was already pressed against her mons pubis. Judging from my wife's ecstatic expression, Ethan's finger must be kneading her sensitive clitoris, perhaps even probing her wet, throbbing vulva. Sure enough, the amplitude of Ethan's arm above the water increased, indicating that his finger was inserted into my wife's vulva, which had never been touched by anyone else before, fiercely probing the tender vaginal walls and constantly rubbing her sensitive G-spot.

My wife's eyes were closed, her mouth open. She was powerless to resist Ethan's thick fingers assaulting her genitals. She had completely forgotten she was supposed to be learning to swim; her legs stopped moving, and she leaned into Ethan's arms. Through my binoculars, I could see her ecstatic expression and almost hear that familiar moan, that familiar sound that had groaned countless times beneath me, now echoing in another man's ears. My penis was already rock hard, and Ethan's was probably already erect, rubbing against her body.

Ethan's arm movements became increasingly large and rapid. My wife reached out and tightly embraced his neck, her white breasts already freed from her swimsuit, her cherry-like nipples proudly erect. Ethan's right hand was vigorously kneading her full breasts. Watching her tender breasts change shape under his forceful kneading, my wife didn't stop him; instead, she hugged him even tighter. A surge of jealousy washed over me, and I wondered if I should rush out and stop them.

Just as I hesitated, my wife suddenly began to violently thrash her head, lifting it high, closing her eyes, and opening her mouth wide, as if she were suffocating. Ethan's hands moved faster and faster, splashing water. Water dripped onto my wife's arms, which were tightly wrapped around his shoulders. My wife floated upwards; Ethan must have been digging too hard into her vagina, using his fingers inserted inside to lift her off the ground. The intense stimulation from her vagina made her breasts arch, her head raised to its limit, unable to breathe. She opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound. Her entire back arched in a rainbow, a rainbow of pure sexuality. She

had climaxed! My wife had climaxed in another man's arms! My dear wife had climaxed under the vile touch of a stranger's fingers! Seeing the satisfied expression on my wife's face, I felt none of the expected disappointment or sadness. Instead, my heart raced, and my whole body trembled from the intense stimulation. At that moment, I suddenly understood. It turns out I love seeing my wife's satisfied expression; who did it doesn't matter anymore.

After her climax, my wife gently turned her head to look at me. Her body slowly sank a little, probably because Ethan's fingers, which had been inside her, stopped pressing, allowing her to stand on the sand again. I met her gaze, and although I knew she couldn't see me, I nodded slightly, meaning, "Baby, you did great, I support you."

Obviously, my wife couldn't see me. She turned back, trying to escape Ethan's embrace, but her body, weak from the orgasm, couldn't support her even in the water. She could only rely on Ethan's help to maintain her balance. Ethan looked at my wife in his arms. He tightened his grip, pressing her exposed breasts tightly against his bare chest. Exhausted, my wife couldn't resist and could only rest against Ethan, recovering her strength.

Seeing this, I worried they would be back soon, so I tucked the binoculars under the seat, lay down in the back seat, found a comfortable position, closed my eyes, and pretended to sleep. But after a while, I was almost asleep and they still hadn't come back. I couldn't help but get up to check. It turned out my wife had started practicing swimming again, but she was in a slightly shallower spot. She was probably afraid I'd scold her for not learning after being in the water for so long, and besides, she'd been constantly being teased, so she hadn't really practiced much.

My wife is learning to swim backstroke, which is probably the simplest method for beginners besides the doggy paddle. Just hold your breath, relax your body, and lie on the water; you'll naturally float. Plus, her breasts provide considerable buoyancy. Ethan, on the other hand, is much more disciplined. Judging from his posture, he's squatting in the water, obediently behind my wife with only his head above the surface, his hands appearing and disappearing in the waves, presumably supporting her waist. Although my wife looks slightly tense, her body is floating steadily on the surface. She's clearly mastered the technique. Seeing that nothing bad should happen, I relaxed, settled into a comfortable position, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how much time passed before I was awakened by a rhythmic sound outside the car. I groggily tried to open my eyes, but the sunlight was too bright. I rubbed my eyes and checked my watch. I'd been asleep for an hour and a half. The car door, which had been open, was now closed. The engine was making a faint, low rumble; the sunlight was probably streaming into the car, and my wife had turned on the air conditioning to keep me warm. The rhythmic, faint sound seemed to be coming from nearby. I sat up, about to open the door, and through the window, I saw a scene that completely stunned me.

One side of the awning was supported by the car, while the other three sides had their mosquito nets lowered, creating a small, private room.

In the center of this private room, a naked man knelt on the ground with his back to me, his hands grasping a pair of delicate feet. This man must be Ethan.

From my perspective, a patch of white buttocks was visible between Ethan's legs, and his thick penis was relentlessly thrusting into the wet, sweet spot between those white buttocks. A one-piece swimsuit lay scattered on the beach mat nearby.

My mind went blank. I opened my mouth but no sound came out. My eyes were fixed on the vulva being penetrated by a penis. There was a birthmark there.

It was my wife's birthmark!

The person with her legs spread wide and her vulva being penetrated was my wife!

The body being frantically thrust into by Ethan was my wife!

The rhythmic sounds were the sounds of my wife being raped!

I froze for a good ten seconds before slowly coming to my senses. I wanted to stop them immediately.

But as I grabbed the doorknob, I heard my wife's voice, "Ethan... um... no... you... stop... I... I can't... um... do this with a man other than my husband... it wouldn't be good if... my husband... saw... um... saw... it wouldn't be good... ah..."

Yes, if I rushed out like this, if my wife found out I had discovered her being raped, how could we continue to live together?

My wife kept begging Ethan to stop.

From her voice, I could tell my wife was still somewhat unwilling, only retaining a sliver of reason to resist the satisfaction brought by the penetration of her large penis. But ultimately, she was enjoying it immensely. Thinking of this, I looked at my wife's cunt, which was almost right in front of me, being penetrated by a penis. Ethan's penis was about the same length as mine, but noticeably thicker. My wife's cunt tightly gripped Ethan's large penis, the opening stretched into a full circle. Her two delicate labia tightly enveloped the penis, which was stretched and pushed into her cunt with each thrust. The vaginal fluid, turned out by the glans, flowed down her vulva, wetting her anus, filling her buttocks, and piling up on the beach mat.

Seeing such a lewd scene, I couldn't help but hesitate.

Firstly, if I rashly went out and interrupted them, my wife would find out that I had discovered her being raped, and she would inevitably have a grudge against me. After all, I love my wife very much, and she has chosen someone she is destined to spend her life with. If I have any lingering resentment, it will definitely have a significant impact on our future.

Also, my wife is currently in a state of extreme arousal; abruptly interrupting her would traumatize her and might even affect our future sex life.

Besides, we often joke about finding a handsome young man to have sex with her, to let her experience what a different kind of penis feels like. Today, that's pretty much what happened.

After comforting myself with these reasons, I figured since things were already like this, I might as well let my wife continue enjoying herself. At least I was there, ready to help if anything unexpected happened.

Thinking this, I felt more at ease. I quietly lowered my head a little, pressing against the car window, only exposing my eyes and above, so that if they suddenly turned around, I could immediately lie down and pretend to be asleep.

My wife was still desperately begging Ethan to stop raping her, her voice broken and intermittently mixed with excited moans.

Ethan then spoke up, "Miss Shanshan, I've been inside you for quite a while now. From the water to the beach, you've had at least three orgasms. Your pussy is getting tighter and tighter. If it weren't for your abundant juices, my cock would probably be stuck inside you. Look, you've even soaked my balls with all that juices. Just enjoy it." He then thrust his cock hard into his wife's pussy a few times. Holy crap

. So my wife was penetrated while she was in the sea? When? Before I went to sleep? I'm sure it was with my fingers. Could it be? Right

, my mind finally cleared up. I remembered that before I went to sleep, my wife was practicing backstroke. The water there was a bit shallower, and Ethan was behind her with only his head above the water. At the time, I thought he was squatting in the water, but now that I think about it, he must have been lying down. And my wife must have been lying on top of Ethan. That must have been the moment when Ethan could easily insert his cock into my wife's pussy from behind by simply pulling aside her swimsuit.

Hearing Ethan speak so blatantly about her most intimate parts, the wife blushed deeply. Actually, she quite liked Ethan; otherwise, she wouldn't have let him take advantage of her in the first place. Although the tingling sensation in her lower body was irresistible, she was still worried about being discovered by her husband in the car next door. So, she continued panting and pleading with Ethan to stop.

Seeing that his wife was still uncooperative, Ethan said, "Your husband is sleeping so soundly, I couldn't wake him up. I was fucking you right in front of him and you didn't react. If you were awake, you would have woken up long ago. There's no one else around to see us, so just enjoy it."

Damn, he was fucking my wife right in front of me! I wonder what expression she had when she looked at my face while another penis was penetrating her from behind. I probably will never know; I could never bring this up with her.

At this point, the wife seemed to be lost in her own thoughts, no matter what Ethan said, she kept murmuring and begging him to stop.

Ethan seemed impatient and increased the frequency of his thrusts. His wife, caught off guard by the sudden acceleration, cried out "Ah!" and then began to moan loudly. She was clearly enjoying Ethan's actions.

Seeing his wife's obvious change, Ethan said, "Ms. Zhou, I've been thrusting into you so vigorously, making you orgasm at least four times. Instead of being grateful, you keep telling me to stop, as if I'm forcing you. Fine! Since you want me to stop, I'll stop now." With that, he forcefully plunged his entire penis into his wife's vagina. From inside the car, I saw his wife's legs suddenly tense up, forming a straight line with her calves. She was clearly extremely stimulated; Ethan's penis must have hit her most sensitive spot.

However, after Ethan deeply inserted his penis into his wife's vagina, he didn't make any further movements. His wife noticed the feeling of fullness in her vagina slowly subsiding, but the expected subsequent stimulation didn't come. She then wiggled her hips in dissatisfaction, but as if realizing she had lost her composure, she quickly stopped. However, with Ethan's penis still inside her, he could immediately sense any movement from her.

Seeing his wife's defenses crumble in that brief moment, Ethan pressed his advantage, saying, "What? Your body seems to be protesting, protesting that I'm stopping ravaging your vagina?"

His wife tightly closed her eyes, not daring to look at him or reply.

Seeing his wife's lack of reaction, Ethan continued, "Alright, since you don't want to, I'll pull it out." With that, he slowly withdrew his penis, which had been fully inserted.

At this moment, his wife seemed somewhat disappointed, seemingly unwilling to lose the satisfying feeling of her vagina being filled. As Ethan slowly withdrew his penis, his wife's expression gradually changed, as if she was struggling against something.

Just as I saw Ethan's penis almost completely withdrawn, the glans barely visible at the entrance of her vagina, my wife suddenly said something I never expected: "Don't pull it out!"

Ethan, with a smug look on his face, teased, "What did you say? I didn't hear you."

My wife covered her face tightly with both hands, her intense shame preventing her from answering.

Seeing this, Ethan abruptly pulled out his penis, leaving only the glans inside. I saw that my wife's stretched-open vaginal opening didn't close, but remained open, trembling slightly.

My wife panicked immediately, shouting, "Don't pull it out!"

I never expected my wife to say something so shameful. Ethan seemed stunned for a moment, then repeated what he had just said, "What did you say? I didn't hear you."

His wife still covered her pretty face tightly with both hands, repeatedly saying, "Don't pull it out, don't pull it out, don't pull it out!"

At this moment, Ethan was overjoyed. The beauty beneath him had completely given up resisting. He asked slyly, "But it's already pulled out, what should we do?" "

Put it back in."

"What?"

"Put it back in.

" "Put what in where?" "

Put your cock in! Put your big cock into my cunt!!" After his wife growled these words from her throat, she actually started to sob. It seemed that the last line of defense of her shame had completely collapsed.

Ethan, with a smug look on his face,

said, "Then turn around, stick your ass up towards my cock, and beg me again." Without hesitation, my wife sat up. I quickly lowered my head to avoid being seen peeping. After a short while, I heard her voice say, "Please, put your big cock inside my cunt." I slowly raised my head and saw my wife had turned around and was kneeling on the beach mat, legs apart, waist lowered, making her full, perky buttocks stick up high, her labia parted to reveal the deep entrance to her vagina. I was completely stunned. I never imagined my wife would have such a lewd side in front of others. My erect penis was about to explode, so I pulled it out from the leg of my shorts and began to stroke my wife's open, cunt.

Seeing this, Ethan felt he had trained her enough, so he stopped forcing her. He squatted down in a horse stance, raised his erect penis, and thrust it hard into his wife's vagina from top to bottom. The powerful pressure instantly squeezed out a large amount of vaginal fluid.

His wife, having abandoned all restraint, finally got the penis she craved. She cried out in a cathartic release, "So good! It feels so good to have your big cock inside my little cunt!"

I never expected my wife to not only beg for someone else's big cock, but also say such lewd things to him. But hearing her sobs, I felt a pang of pity and almost rushed out to stop them. Luckily, I restrained myself in time; otherwise, how would my wife ever get along with me again?

Ethan seemed to have no intention of showing any mercy, rapidly thrusting his thick penis in and out of my wife's vagina. Each thrust almost completely pulled out, tearing the tender flesh outside her vulva almost transparent, before plunging it in completely, as if even his testicles were going to be stuffed into her cunt.

My wife couldn't withstand such stimulation. Her soft sobs had long since turned into wanton moans, her buttocks almost pointing skyward, her hands reaching behind her to spread her ample hips, yearning for my penis to press down on her for deeper contact. Intense pleasure washed over her restless body, each thrust of my penis pounding against the last vestiges of reason in her mind, like a lone sail in a storm, tossed about by the raging waves, then crashing down hard.

I watched my wife descend into a frenzy, my glans swollen a deep purple-red, feeling as if it were about to explode. I couldn't help but increase the speed of my stroking.

Ethan was panting heavily. His movements became deeper and more forceful, as if he wanted to penetrate my wife's cunt with his thick penis, piercing straight into her brain. Suddenly, I heard him shout, his penis swelling even more. It plunged fully into my wife's cunt. From my angle, her testicles were contracting and expanding repeatedly. The last bit of his penis outside her vagina seemed to twitch in slow motion, shooting streams of semen

into the depths of his wife's vagina. His wife felt the sudden enlargement of his penis, as if it were trying to trap her vagina. Streams of hot liquid surged deep into her vagina. At this depth, the glans was pressed tightly against her cervix, the powerful impact of the semen repeatedly striking the tightly closed cervix. Like a vanguard hearing a battle horn, breaking through all obstacles, reaching the battlefield, leaving its mark. Then, his wife suddenly froze, as if she had lost consciousness for a moment. Immediately afterward, her legs straightened, the slender muscles of her legs bulging, their lines clearly defined. Her upturned buttocks tightly gripped Ethan's penis, shaking up and down. Her hands twisted the beach mat into a spiral shape, her entire body convulsing uncontrollably, only unconscious moans escaping her lips.

This state lasted for several seconds before his wife's body relaxed, collapsing to the ground. The intense orgasm had clearly caused her to lose consciousness and faint. Ethan's penis abruptly withdrew from his wife's body. A thick stream of semen gushed from her vagina, flowing down her slightly swollen labia, over her urethra, her clitoris, her mons pubis, and dripping onto the beach mat.

Seeing his wife's weak and unconscious state, his previously explosive penis gradually subsided. I was worried about his wife's safety, feeling anxious but unable to go out to check on her.

Fortunately, Ethan gently helped his wife up, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and called her name. His wife responded weakly, so she seemed to be alright. It was just that the long-term physical activity combined with the stimulation of the orgasm had temporarily exhausted her. I wrapped a towel around her and told her that she should be fine after resting for a while. After

I had penetrated her for a while in the morning, my wife had only rested for a short time in the car before coming to the beach, where she learned to swim, was teased by me, and even had a cramp and nearly drowned. Then, without much rest, Ethan raped her again. According to Ethan, just the penetration alone lasted almost two hours, so this orgasm must have been at least her fifth. Thinking about it, I really admire my wife's stamina. She's not an adult film actress; it's impressive that she could endure so much for so long.

Seeing that they had finished, I shoved my penis back into my pants, lay back in my original position, and pretended to sleep, but I couldn't fall asleep. I didn't know if everything was tidied up outside, so I could only listen to the rustling sounds outside, closing my eyes and tormenting myself for about half an hour. After that, I couldn't stand it anymore and looked out the window. The mosquito netting on three sides was already taken down. Ethan was lying on a deck chair playing on his phone, while my wife was lying on a beach mat, using a towel as a pillow and draped over herself. Her even breathing indicated she was asleep. The swimsuit that had been lying nearby was gone; Ethan must have put it back on my wife.

Seeing this, I pretended to be sleepy and opened the car door. Ethan, seeing that I was "awake," stood up and greeted me with a smile, "Hey buddy, how did you sleep?" Holy crap, his expression was so natural, not a hint of embarrassment. If I hadn't just witnessed him raping my wife, I would never have believed what had just happened.

But I could only pretend not to know and reply happily, "Not bad. How's Shanshan's swimming learning going?"

"She's very talented. She quickly mastered the backstroke I taught her. I've also taught her the key points of the other strokes; she should be able to master them after a few more practice sessions." Ethan seemed to be reporting his achievements to me.

I thought to myself, with you lying on the bottom, your cock pressed against your wife's pussy, how could you not master it quickly? You couldn't even sink down if you wanted to. But I happily said, "That's great, thank you so much," and then glanced down at my wife.

Ethan quickly added, "We practiced a lot of moves, and Shanshan said she was a little tired, so we came back to rest. Then she fell asleep. I saw you two were asleep, and I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye, so I waited here to say hello. I have to go back; I have other things to do this afternoon."

I quickly thanked him sincerely again. After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Ethan left, and I left his phone number. Who knows, we might keep in touch in the future.

Feeling that everything was over, I sat in the recliner, lit a cigarette, and gazed at my sleeping wife's tired face, lost in deep thought.

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