His wife

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My wife is gentle, and this gentleness is beautifully reflected in her breasts—a pair of dazzling white breasts, yet not as
erect as mountains. They sag lazily and comfortably on her chest, while their lower parts stubbornly stand up, forming a perfect hemispherical
curve. At this moment, these gentle and perfect breasts change shape under the man's strong hands.
Although W had acted gentlemanly during their previous contact, I knew that he was now standing behind my wife, smelling her beautiful neck,
and more importantly, his penis was completely immersed in her wet flower path—I swear, it's a
place that can intoxicate any man. Its warmth and wetness are intoxicating, feeling like a baby returning to its mother's breast-scented embrace
. As it slowly penetrates, the inner flesh opens up one by one to hold the penis, and as it is withdrawn, the layers of
flesh suckle like fish mouths, unwilling to let the thick penis leave so abruptly.
W's thrusts are slow and powerful, and my wife's plump buttocks ripple with waves. I think W didn't want to miss
savoring every inch of his wife's tender flesh. W's thrusting started slowly and gradually increased in speed. I knew that once
a man had tasted his wife's flavor, no one could resist. You would involuntarily want to enter quickly, each time deeper, as if only reaching
the deepest part of her flesh could bring you satisfaction. On the other hand, W's hands began to frantically caress my wife's entire body: W was a full
183cm tall, and his hands, large and strong, caressed my wife's beautiful face, then slid down her chin, wrapped around her
neck, and then tightly grasped her large breasts. With a slight exertion of his arms, my wife's petite body was almost
embedded in W's embrace, and W's buttocks began to move rapidly.
As usual when we made love, my wife first let out suppressed, meaningless syllables from her throat,
and then began to moan continuously. My wife's moans were distinctive; she could moan continuously, yet they were never
boring . Her groans were interspersed with high and low "ah...ah," encouraging the man to ravage her relentlessly.
At dinner, W mentioned that he had deliberately abstained from sex for a week before coming. I imagined his penis must be hard right now.
My wife loves hardness. While witnessing this erotic scene, I thought haphazardly, "Ying, do you want to rest for a while?"
My wife bit her lower lip, shook her head, her hair bouncing with W's thrusts, sometimes obscuring her beautiful, intoxicated face. I
saw her open her mouth and say something, but I couldn't hear it clearly, so I leaned closer and whispered what she said. My wife leaned close to my ear, her voice trembling
with tears, and squeezed out, "Let him fuck me!"
I was struck dumb, a wave of pleasure shooting from my tailbone to my brain. This was our secret code during sex:
I remember a few years ago when I first encountered threesome novels, my wife gave me a thorough dressing-down—I never hid it from her, and we
always shared our interests. Gradually, my wife started reading some too, and slowly we would discuss the novels when things got heated, and
slowly, we began to immerse ourselves in the stories. One day, I got drunk again, and during sex, I couldn't ejaculate,
yet my penis was as hard as an iron rod. In the midst of the thrusting, I said to my wife, "You've been fucked!" This time, my wife
didn't take offense at my drinking. She's always gentle, and seeing my discomfort, she breathed heavily and said
"Mmm." I was secretly delighted, and my penis seemed to grow even larger. "Say he'll fuck you!"
"Let him fuck me!" my wife said pitifully. I clearly felt my wife's gradually drying vagina suddenly gush out a stream of
love fluid. I sped up, and finally ejaculated with my wife's next words, "Let him fuck me!" "I slept
like a baby that night," my wife said.
From then on, whenever things got intimate, my wife would always say, "Let him fuck me!" And whenever I asked my wife afterwards, "Honey, find
you a handsome guy, and we'll both serve you," my wife would blush and turn her face away, saying, "
Ugh , no way, you shameless bastard."
After this went on for a while, I finally persuaded my wife to chat with W online for over a month. W lived in a different
state than us, only a 5-hour drive away. He was a nice guy, married with a daughter, and handsome—at least my wife found him pleasing to the eye.
W mentioned he was going on a business trip to a nearby city, so I invited him to stay at our house. We agreed that it didn't have to be a threesome;
it would just be a friendly get-together. When I told my wife, she seemed visibly flustered. I comforted her, saying I didn't say it had to be
*that *. Just treat it like a friend visiting, like we usually chat online, have fun and laugh. The appointed
day arrived as expected. He was handsome, just like in the video. W presented us with his gift, and my wife had already prepared
food and drinks. At the table, we were like old friends reunited, chatting and laughing. I was surprised by my
wife you can never truly understand a woman's heart.
That night, W stayed in the guest room. Back in the bedroom with my wife, I started to get physical. My wife had drunk some wine, and I
knew I couldn't miss this opportunity. "Ying, cover your eyes," I suggested
as .
"That way, you can pretend W is fucking you!" My wife shuddered. "You're so annoying!" But she still took the blindfold.
"Ying, get up and lie down." By this time, my wife was completely naked, her flawless ivory body gleaming like silk under the soft bedroom
light . Lying on the bed, my wife ran her left hand through her long hair, exuding allure. In this position, my wife's
figure was on full display: her breasts, like papayas, hung on her chest; her waist was slender, but her hips were large. I
squatted down slightly to look at her; her buttocks were like perfectly large peaches, the pit being her vulva
. Her white buttocks and legs contrasted sharply with her dark vulva. Intrigued, I opened my mouth and took the entire
"peach pit" into my mouth, my tongue starting from her perineum, plowing open her labia. After a moment, my wife began to hum; I
knew she was beginning to crave a thick rod filling her.
"I'll go call W."
"Mmm," my wife responded, almost sobbing. Unbeknownst to her, after the door opened and closed, W actually
came into our bedroom naked!
"Who do you want to fuck you?" I asked, holding my huge penis, rubbing the head against my wife's vulva repeatedly.
"W."
This was a scene W and I had planned together. W gave me an understanding look, holding his
penis , and stood behind my wife. I moved closer, not wanting to miss witnessing for the first time someone else's penis
entering my beautiful, dignified, and gentle wife's vagina. I felt my breath burning as if it were going to
explode. The night was quiet, and my heart pounded like the drumbeats of a disco song. My wife's labia majora were plump and full, tightly embracing her
labia minora. At that moment, W's egg-shaped glans slid open and entered. My wife moaned, and I felt dizzy... My
wife began to moan ecstatically...
W gently removed my wife's blindfold... "Sister-in-law!"
"No..." my wife cried out. But I saw her buttocks move back
half an inch as W withdrew his penis.
"Baby, I love you so much! All I want is for you to be happy!" I stammered, holding my wife's
hair .
"Sister-in-law, I'm lovesick for you. Just treat me like this."
With that, W reached under my wife's arms and hugged her tightly.
I knew my wife was always soft-hearted, and now that things had already happened, she would most likely agree. "Husband, hold
me tight," my wife said, glancing shyly behind her.
W was clearly relieved, and he started moving again.
Since the deed was just done, the three of us finished quickly. My wife went to the bathroom to clean up first, then
W. I took the opportunity to comfort my wife. From what I observed, my wife was more shy than angry, and my thoughts started racing again.
After washing up, W said goodnight in our bedroom and wanted to go back to the guest room. "Are you going to turn your back on me? At least comfort your
sister- !"
"Get lost!" My wife elbowed me.
W smiled awkwardly, walked in, and sat down next to my wife.
"I'm going to wash up," I said, getting up.
I deliberately lingered in the bathroom for a long time, and when I came out, I saw the scene described at the beginning of this article.
The yellowish-white light of the streetlamp shone into the bedroom. In the dim night, I listened to my wife's moans, sometimes high, sometimes low, and watched her
fair body undulate in W's arms. My wife's body radiated a sacred light, and I understood the profound meaning of goddess;
at this moment, my wife must also be W's goddess.
W's buttocks suddenly thrust and withdrew from behind my wife with even more rapid speed, over and over again, and my wife also
tilted her head back, letting out a long "Ah..." echoing in the bedroom. W hurriedly withdrew his penis, which was
now at least 17 or 18 centimeters long, the glans erect, shiny purple, standing proudly at an angle, the shaft covered with her juices,
slowly flowing from the glans to the scrotum.
"Sister-in-law, it's so wonderful inside, I don't want to ejaculate so quickly. Brother, can you hold me for a while?"
"Hmm... Husband..." My wife's hand actually touched her crotch! My usually reserved and elegant wife had never been so
passionate before. Her eyes were glazed as she chased after my lips for a kiss. Unable to bear seeing her dangling uncomfortably in mid-air, I placed my arm under her
legs, supporting her back with the other, and lifted her onto the bed—I knew she was tired; her muscles
had been tense, which had been exhausting. Then, guiding my penis, it slid smoothly into her vagina:
it felt like heaven! My hips began to move like a ramming machine, my mind focused on ensuring her pleasure
continued seamlessly.
"Ah…" my wife moaned joyfully.
"It's coming…"
Although my penis was slightly shorter than W's, I knew her erogenous zones, and every thrust landed on her G-spot.
Soon, she stopped moaning, her legs and body tensed, and then, she released, curling up on the bed.
"Mmm... Husband, I love you!"
W leaned closer with an envious expression, his hand slowly moving down his wife's neck, to her waist, to her buttocks—
circling , lightly brushing against her inner thighs, then moving up to her waist, to her chest, grasping her breasts,
teasing her nipples with his index finger. He glanced at me every now and then. I hadn't ejaculated while fucking my wife earlier, and now I
witnessed W caressing my beloved wife: he touched my wife's breasts! He even grabbed her buttocks! He touched her
cunt!
My wife closed her eyes, enjoying W's caresses. I knew my wife craved caresses at this moment—W was truly
a master at this, we had found the right person.
I sat on the edge of the bed, only holding my wife's small feet, just to let her know I was there, leaving the rest of her body
to W to possess!
After a while, I suggested we go upstairs to the guest room. My wife suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze shifting, as if asking: What kind of mischief
are ?
W was naturally indifferent, two to one. I got up and left, but halfway up the stairs, I heard
footsteps Sure enough, the two of them were following... Wait a minute, there was even my wife's moaning in between. I turned around and saw
my petite wife's legs wrapped around W's waist, while W's hands firmly supported her buttocks. That enormous penis that would drive any woman
wild was being inserted into my wife's honeyed cunt, which had just climaxed! And with each step W took up the stairs, that huge penis
went in and out of my wife's tender cunt!
My quiet and elegant wife was clearly intoxicated by this violent sex. She had never entered a second round of
lovemaking . My wife was conquered by W's magnificence, she had fallen. My penis was as hard as an iron rod.
I quickly opened the guest room door and stopped W from putting my wife on the bed. I turned on the guest room light—
of course, the curtains were drawn.
"Husband..." my wife called me coquettishly.
"What is it, baby?" I pretended not to understand.
"The light!" my wife said, unable to contain her embarrassment.
It turned out my wife was shy and wanted me to turn off the light. I ignored her, reaching my hands under her armpits from behind to
embrace her upper body, and she nestled into my arms. At that moment, W grabbed her legs like a cart and began to fuck her
.
Perhaps learning from his earlier experience, W knew how sucking his wife's vagina was, or perhaps he had exhausted himself
climbing the stairs , so he began to thrust into her slowly and evenly.
My wife closed her eyes, not moaning, just breathing heavily. I leaned close to her ear, "Is his penis big?"
My wife nodded almost imperceptibly, a blush rising to her cheeks again. Her hands wrapped around my neck.
W was thrusting hard beneath my wife; his penis was so thick that each insertion pulled her labia minora into her
vagina, and each withdrawal turned the tender flesh inside out. I stared at the lewd scene,
leaned close to my wife's ear, and whispered in a voice only we could hear: "W is fucking you!"
"You let W fuck you!"
...
Under such stimulation, my wife's orgasm came especially quickly this time.
"Dear husband!"
"Call me daddy."
"Daddy, dear daddy!" This was another sex code between my wife and me; every time we said this, it meant she was close to climaxing
.
"Let him fuck me! Daddy, let W fuck me!"
"Will you let him fuck you again?"
"Yes, let him! Let him fuck me, fuck me for dear daddy to see!" My wife had already climaxed! Stiff! All voices were silent! Only
W held my wife's legs, thrusting his huge penis rapidly and forcefully into my wife's wet and overflowing vagina. Suddenly,
with a long moan from W, streams of semen spurted from the huge cannon in W's hand, splashing onto my wife's lower abdomen,
chest, and breasts, yellowish-white yet as vibrant as summer flowers. [This post was edited by creazing on 2016-04-27 at 07:41]

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