A record of a couples' get-together in October 2015

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My wife is almost eight months pregnant with our second child, and I'm burning with desire. But seeing her increasingly heavy body, I have to suppress my urges and spend my nights touching her breasts to pass the time.
Unexpectedly, my wife's temperament has changed drastically recently; she's even stopped touching her breasts every night. I'm helpless, and I don't dare offend her, so I spend my days browsing online forums to pass the time. Let me tell you about our most recent couples' meetup before
my wife became pregnant. A netizen named "Suiyue Ruge" (S for short), a primary school teacher in the city, whom I met on a couples' forum. After some initial testing and getting to know each other better, we gradually became familiar. S had also participated in couples' meetups and told me that his wife was quite open-minded, while I was mainly attracted to her large breasts—I'm quite obsessed with large breasts. My wife, on the other hand, is the
opposite. Although she's also participated in a few couples' meetups, she's still not very open. Here I want to clarify: the couples' meetups my wife participated in were different from those of other couples on the forum. Other couples would let their wives look at the other men's profiles before the meetup, and only those that their wives liked would be chosen for the meetup.
Unlike these couples, I consciously choose men whose looks my wife doesn't usually find appealing: for example, men who look like migrant workers or other people from the lower rungs of society (no offense to migrant workers). Or, since my wife has said she likes handsome, successful men, I consciously choose men who are less attractive, or even less attractive than that. Although my wife is sometimes disappointed after seeing the men at these meetups, she's generally accepting of them, and we always end up successfully meeting them.
Afterwards, she doesn't complain that she doesn't like the men I choose. For example, if I tell my wife that I've arranged a meetup with a couple next week, she'll just give a casual "hmm" to indicate agreement, without asking who it is or wanting to see what the other person looks like.
If she disagrees, she'll say she doesn't want to go, and no matter how much I plead, she won't agree. Once she gives a "hmm" in agreement, she'll go with the couple regardless of their appearance.
She knows I enjoy watching other men have sex with her, but she doesn't know that I have a deeper reason: other couples at these meetups want their wives to be happy, to fully enjoy sexual pleasure, and to also enjoy the other couple's wives.
It's not important that I have sex with other men's wives; I enjoy watching my wife being with other men, especially the type of men she doesn't usually like. And I don't enjoy watching her experience multiple orgasms while being with other men. I enjoy watching her reluctantly have sex with men she doesn't like, the other man having sex with her so passionately, her brow furrowed beneath him, forcing herself to endure, going from initial resistance to complete passivity, and finally to her awkwardness of being forced to cooperate.
I know I don't have a sadomasochistic fetish, but I can't explain why I have this feeling; maybe it's fate!
Anyway, the man in question, Mr. S, is not particularly handsome; he's rather thin and short, about the same height as my wife. Having seen photos of my wife before and liking her, he kept urging me to arrange a meeting. As usual, after consulting my wife, we finally set it for next week, around late October 2015.
On the day of the meeting, watching my wife slightly dressed up in front of the mirror, I was incredibly excited: finally, I could see my wife being with someone she didn't like again.
Women are really strange. They often tell me they don't like this kind of man or hate that kind of man, but then they end up sleeping with men they don't like. Maybe women are just creatures of contradictions. My wife is the same. After experiencing couples' activities, she might forever be curious deep down about what kind of man will sleep with her next, like someone addicted to drugs. She knows it's wrong, but she's still deeply involved and can't stop... The autumn night was a bit chilly. My wife sat in the passenger seat, her eyes slightly closed, seemingly resting. She was wearing a light brown fitted cardigan and jeans, very casual and relaxed. Looking at her curvaceous figure, and thinking about what was about to happen, I sped up.
It's strange that my wife never talks to me about her experiences after couples' activities. Sometimes, even when I ask her how she feels, she avoids the topic. If she's satisfied with the activities, she should talk to me about it, maybe even actively choose a male partner. If she's not satisfied, she should refuse the game. But my wife does neither. As I often tease her, she's neither proactive nor refusing; she's always passively accepting.
However, this is also why I love these social gatherings. If my wife actively requested these games, I think I might lose my passion and excitement, and then the games would end... We arrived at the hotel quickly and went into the room. My wife silently followed behind me and sat close to me without saying a word. This was her usual behavior, and I was used to it.
I called S and told him our location. While I was on the phone, my wife silently watched TV in the room, as if I didn't exist.
Soon, S arrived...
When I opened the door, I found that only S was there. After entering the room, S explained that his wife had something urgent to attend to and would be arriving in an hour or so. He was afraid we would wait too long, so he came first and hoped we would understand.
S looked my wife up and down as he spoke.
I smiled and said it was okay. Actually, I had already noticed that S's eyes lit up when he looked at my wife. Perhaps he didn't expect my wife to be even more beautiful in person than in photos. At the same time, although my wife pretended to watch TV when he entered the room, she actually secretly glanced at him.
I invited S to sit down, and S sat down on the other bed without hesitation and then started chatting with me.
S seemed to have a wealth of experience in social gatherings, even far surpassing mine. Perhaps it was because he was a teacher; while chatting with me, S kept referring to my wife and her siblings, trying his best to build rapport with her. My
wife, as always, only gave him a few words, barely responding.
Just as the atmosphere became a bit awkward, S's wife called to tell us she would arrive in about half an hour.
Since we were missing a female companion and my wife wasn't taking the initiative, I was pondering how to start the exciting moment when S suggested we take a shower first. As he spoke, he impatiently glanced at my wife out of the corner of his eye.
I followed up on S's suggestion, suggesting my wife go first. My wife hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly went into the bathroom… While my wife was showering, S asked if my wife was dissatisfied with him, why she wasn't talking much.
I told him that my wife was always like this, and jokingly said that he was waiting to conquer her, and if she dared to give me a hard time in bed, I should teach her a lesson.
S chuckled dryly and said his wife would be there soon, asking if he could go in and shower with her now. I told him he could.
My focus wasn't on sleeping with his wife, but rather on seeing my own wife being slept with by someone she didn't like.
S didn't expect me to agree so readily. Couples' get-togethers are different from threesomes; based on the principle of fairness, all four of us (both spouses and their spouses) need to be present.
After getting my consent, S happily ran to the bathroom, pushed the door open, and then backed away.
The door was locked.
S was a little embarrassed, and I was a bit surprised too; it's not common for hotel bathrooms to have locks. I had no choice but to go to the bathroom door and quietly call for my wife to open it.
Because I was afraid others would hear, I tried to keep my voice down, but I knew my wife could hear me.
After calling for a while, my wife still didn't open the door. I was at a loss, and S and I were about to discuss what to do when the bathroom door suddenly opened with a "bang"... S glanced around, quickly took off his clothes, winked at me, and whispered, "For someone like your wife, we men have to take the initiative, and sometimes we have to be shameless."
After saying that, S quickly walked to the bathroom, pushed open the door, and went in...
My penis slowly hardened. What were S and my wife doing in the bathroom? I didn't know. I could only hear the sound of running water; I couldn't hear anything else.
I tried my best to control the urge to peep, as that would make me seem disgusting. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I let my mind wander to the steamy scene between my wife and S in the bathroom… "Slap!" The bathroom door opened again. My wife came out alone, wrapped in a towel. Seeing me looking at her, she smiled shyly at me, and without taking off the towel, she crawled onto the bed where I was sitting, covering her head and hiding under the covers… I went into the bathroom. S smiled mysteriously at me and whispered that my wife was bald. I told S that she had shaved her hair earlier.
S said to strike while the iron was hot, because my wife, despite having participated in blind dates before, always seemed too shy to let loose, and we needed to get her into bed quickly, otherwise things would get complicated. He told me to stay in the bathroom for a few minutes to give him and my wife time to get to know each other. So, I ended up alone in the bathroom imagining what was happening outside… I waited a few minutes, then quietly left. When I came out, I found S already in my wife's bed, both of them covered by the blanket. I could only see my wife's legs and half of S's head sticking out.
Later, S told me that after he got into bed with my wife, she wouldn't let him lift the blanket. He said S was making a lot of movements under the blanket, probably touching my wife's body. My wife was hiding under S, only her flowing hair visible. The towel on my wife was already outside the blanket, meaning S had probably stripped her naked and was now on the bed, wantonly ravaging her.
I desperately wanted to see what was happening under the covers, but the blanket blocked my view. I could only tell from S's movements that he was on top of my wife, his head on her chest, definitely sucking on her tender nipples... S's head was moving all over my wife's body, and I seemed to hear her deliberately suppressed moans. Gradually, from the angle of the blanket, I could see that S's head had moved to my wife's lower body. With S's movements, the blanket was also pulled down by him, and my wife's head was exposed... Then came my wife's pink and tender shoulders... and then her two firm and beautiful breasts, which were slightly raised because she was lying flat on the bed.
The erect nipples were glistening, seemingly from S's saliva residue. S was diligently licking his wife's genitals under the covers. His wife's upper body was completely exposed, her hair disheveled, head slightly tilted back, eyes half-closed, mouth slightly open, tongue occasionally licking her lips, her moans gradually growing louder… I was completely captivated by my wife's alluring state. S was truly an expert; he quickly discovered my wife's weakness and worked even harder on her genitals… I knew my wife's physiology very well; she would become aroused whenever a man played with her genitals, many times… I could bring my wife to orgasm with just my tongue, without penetration. She moaned softly, her lower body gradually entering a state of ecstasy as S's tongue licked her. Just as she was lost in ecstasy, S's phone rang… The two on the bed were startled, jolted back to reality. My wife opened her dazed eyes, turned her head, and saw me staring intently at her. Her face flushed, and she grabbed the blanket, pulling it over her head and hiding herself completely under the covers… S crawled out from under the covers, naked, and answered the phone. I looked at S, finding it somewhat amusing. Wasn't it stuffy to be giving my wife oral sex under the covers like that?
However, I was still somewhat impressed by the prominent erection of S's penis. It was truly unexpected; S wasn't very tall, but his penis looked quite powerful. I hadn't realized such a large thing could be on such a small body. Even I, with my rather robust physique, felt somewhat inferior.
S smiled at me and said his wife had arrived and was waiting for him in the hotel lobby. S asked me to go pick up his wife.
I smiled knowingly and went out to meet S's wife. I knew S wanted to spend some time alone with my wife; it seemed he was planning to thoroughly ravage this beautiful, charming young woman.
I arrived at the hotel lobby; it wasn't crowded. Having seen photos of S's wife before, I quickly found her. She recognized me and smiled at me gracefully. We went into the elevator one after the other and headed straight to the room.
As soon as we entered, we heard S's rapid breathing and my wife's soft, panting sounds.
They were already at it, S's wife seemed a little surprised. We entered the room, and what I saw made my blood boil:
S had already spread my wife's legs wide open and was kneeling in front of her genitals, using his fingers and tongue to explore her. Hearing us arrive, S turned around and greeted us. My wife struggled to close her legs, but S forcefully held them down, preventing her from doing so. Embarrassed, my wife closed her eyes tightly, unable to look at us.
S said, "Go take a shower."
S didn't want us to interrupt him, so he quickly told us to go take a shower. My wife and I hugged each other and went into the bathroom.
The rest of our passionate encounter in the bathroom will be described in another article...
Final battle: When my wife and I came out of the shower, S had already started having sex with my wife. After we finished, S was still having sex with my wife. My wife and I watched for a while, then my wife went to shower and wash up first, and then I went to shower and wash up. When I came out after showering and washing up, I found S still having sex with my wife. Eventually, my wife was under him and begged for mercy, saying she couldn't take it anymore. Finally, S put my wife's legs on his shoulders and thrust into her in a doggy style position, wearing a condom and ejaculating. The whole time, he was on top and she was on the bottom without changing positions (my wife refused to change).
There was also a little episode in the middle: During the time S was having sex with my wife, it started to rain. S suddenly turned to his wife and said, "
I forgot to bring in the laundry. I don't know if it will get wet."
Before we could react, he continued having sex with my wife, which made me laugh so hard I almost peed myself.

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