Real experiences of training an innocent wife

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I'm 26 years old this year, and my wife is a year younger than me. She's very pretty and has very fair skin. Perhaps because she hasn't had children yet, she's maintained a good figure. She's about 169 cm tall and weighs 51 kg. She feels a little plump but not fat. Her bust is 34D, her waist is 26.5 cm, and her hips are about 36 cm wide, but when she sticks her butt out, it drives me crazy.
Don't let her age fool you; back in school, she was the most popular girl in our department, pursued by many upperclassmen! Although we've only been married for a little over two years, we dated for five or six years because we were a class couple. I have a very strong sex drive and a high demand. Luckily, I was her first intimate boyfriend, so she's quite compliant in bed, agreeing with the frequency and positions. The downside is that after dating for so long, we've already done everything possible, and I'm starting to crave some different things.
Last year, I saw many articles about wife-swapping or exposing girlfriends, and I also heard that wife-swapping was gradually becoming popular in Taiwan. I don't know why, but I had a special urge to see this kind of news, and even wanted other men to see my wife's beautiful figure, or even have sex with her in front of me.
I started to set my sights on my wife (is this a mental problem, or is it because of too much work pressure?). However, since she is the kind of introverted, shy, and conservative girl who is extremely conservative, I was afraid that making such a suggestion would only lead to an argument. So, starting from the end of last year, I tried to show her similar articles or pictures of threesomes on purpose a few times. As expected, she had no interest at all, and at first
, she was too lazy to even look at them. I started to prepare for a long-term battle and continued to forward the relevant articles and pictures to her. After a few months, she started to look at them more carefully. I found that she would look at some pictures of threesomes with muscular but gentle-looking men for a longer time, and she would also ask questions or topics about some gentler and more romantic wife-swapping articles. She started asking me questions like, "Don't their husbands get jealous?" or "Does this mean that their husbands don't love their wives anymore?"
Of course, I started to brainwash her, basically telling her things like, "Since your husband made the request, of course he won't mind," or "This will drive him crazy and add more fun to your bedroom." She gradually stopped arguing or getting angry, only saying that she would never try it anyway; but I thought it was okay, I could wait, everything would take its time.
I started putting two fingers in her mouth and slowly thrusting them in and out during sex, asking her to close her eyes and imagine that another very refined man was having sex with us, and that he was putting his penis in her mouth. After trying it several times, I found that she would actively start to move her tongue and suck on my fingers, just like oral sex; I also found that when I described to her the scenario of pretending we were having a threesome, she would close her eyes and make louder moans, and her lower body would twist violently.
I knew my chance had come, so I started asking her, "Shall we really try finding someone?" She ignored me. I told her I really, really wanted to, but she didn't answer. Later, I deliberately brought it up a few more times when she was in a good mood, and she still shyly said, "No, I don't want anyone to see my body." But from her expression and reaction, I knew that my efforts over the past year should have yielded some results.
Last month, I deliberately asked her, "If the other person is blind and can't see us at all, would you be willing to try?" She blushed and said, "How could that be?" I said, "If you're willing, I'll find a way to find one!" I don't know if she was serious or not, but she actually answered half-jokingly, "I don't want someone ugly." I knew my chance had finally come.
I secretly searched online for information about one-night stands, narrowed it down to a few people, and asked them to send me their photos. Finally, I selected a programmer: 181 cm tall, with a refined appearance and a strong physique, claiming to have super sexual prowess, only wanting one-night stands, not asking for money, and not bothering my wife afterward. Unfortunately, of course, he wasn't blind. I invited him out for coffee, partly to check if he matched the photo, and after explaining everything and setting things up, I asked him to wait for my call.
On my wife's birthday, I asked her, "You've been complaining of neck and shoulder pain lately. How about we get a massage therapist to come to our house?" She considered it for a moment, having never had a massage therapist come to her home before, and said, "It seems like I could try. My shoulders are really sore, but is the massage therapist male or female?" I deliberately said, "I don't know, I'll check the newspaper and call to ask."
Forty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Just as I expected, the programmer, wearing very dark sunglasses, and somehow a directional stick, dressed in a white t-shirt and sweatpants, came in pretending to be a blind massage therapist. I noticed he had some kind of colored badge on his chest with a photo attached. I figured he must be incredibly excited about this party; who would even notice what kind of badge he had?!
I whispered for him to slow down a bit. After leading him into the room, my wife was surprised and whispered, "It's a man!" I said, "Men are stronger and have better massage techniques. Besides, we're already here; we can't just send him back, can we?" She said "Oh."
The designer, feigning professionalism, said, "Go take a shower first; it'll be easier to get a massage later." My wife was a little hesitant but obediently went in to shower. I took the opportunity to quickly remind the designer of a few key points. After my wife came out, she was wrapped in a bath towel and lay face down on the bed. I sat next to her and started getting excited.
He climbed onto the bed, pretending to touch her bath towel, and whispered, "Please take off the bath towel." My wife looked at me with difficulty, and I added, "He can't see." My wife looked back at him more carefully. He was wearing sunglasses and deliberately pretending to be blind, reaching into his bag and seriously rummaging around for massage oil. My wife seemed relieved and threw the bath towel aside.
He started with my wife's calves, applying massage oil and massaging her up to her thighs. Then he straddled her buttocks and massaged her from her shoulders and neck down her back. My wife closed her eyes, looking very comfortable; it seemed he had practiced his massage techniques these past few days.
While massaging, he said a lot of things like, "Your shoulder muscles are very tight; it's probably because of too much work stress. Don't be so tense at work." Then he climbed to the edge of the bed and started massaging her thighs again. He slightly parted my wife's legs, and perhaps because she was less wary, she obediently parted them. I could vaguely see her vulva between her labia minora.
The masseur then began to gently massage up her thighs to her buttocks, returning to her calves when he reached the groin. After a few times, I noticed that whenever he massaged my wife's inner thighs, he would arch his knuckles and intentionally or unintentionally touch her genitals. The first few times, my wife would tremble slightly from sensitivity, but she thought it was inevitable. After a few more rounds, his fingers massaged closer and closer to the inner thighs. At this point, although he continued to massage her thighs, his knuckles were essentially rubbing lightly against her vaginal opening. I noticed that my wife's vaginal opening began to shimmer, and she was actually slowly producing vaginal fluid.
Her eyes were tightly closed, and she became completely silent, unable to utter a single word. I saw that the designer's crotch was also erect. He seemed unsatisfied and asked my wife to sit up. He sat cross-legged behind her and continued to massage her shoulders and neck. Although he was behind my wife, because our bed faced a mirror, he could actually see my wife's face clearly in the mirror. My wife's face flushed, and she began to carefully examine the masseur's refined appearance in the mirror.
At that moment, I deliberately said, "You're all sweaty and your shirt is soaked. Do you want me to take it off and let you dry it?" He didn't refuse and immediately took off his shirt, revealing his well-defined chest muscles—clearly someone who'd worked out at the gym. I was quite envious; after years of working, my white muscles were starting to look a bit flabby.
He deliberately wandered over to the table to get a drink of water and rest. I noticed that my wife's gaze never left his muscular physique, and she looked incredibly shy.
I asked him to sit down and rest for ten minutes, then climbed into bed, kissed my wife, and whispered, "Was that good?" She nodded.
I knew her lower body had been aroused and she was sexually aroused, so I quickly added some more strong drugs and took the opportunity to start caressing her breasts and nipples. She pushed me away and said, "Someone's here." I whispered, "He can't see." Then I started sucking on her nipples and gently touching her vagina and clitoris with my fingers. Her lower body kept twisting and turning, making my fingers covered in her juices.
After touching her for seven or eight minutes, judging from her reaction, I knew she was close to orgasm. I glanced at the masseur, who deliberately asked, "Miss, would you like to continue?"
I pretended to be startled and pulled my fingers out, abruptly stopping the stimulation. Based on my past experience, I knew she was in the most pain at this moment, eagerly anticipating something to fill her vagina and bring her to a peak.
My wife's breathing was rapid, and she seemed very uncomfortable, but I said, "We can start the massage again."
My wife seemed unsatisfied and reluctantly lay back on the bed. The masseur sat back down beside her and deliberately started massaging from her thighs again. Sure enough, his knuckles began rubbing her clitoris again. Since that area was already very wet, I was sure my wife's vagina was unbearably itchy.
After about three to five minutes, I deliberately asked, "Are you visually impaired or completely blind?" He said he had been completely blind since childhood and couldn't see anything. My wife remained silent, only her rapid breathing could be heard.
I suddenly asked him directly, "You have a really great figure. Have any female customers ever asked you for more passionate services?" He replied, "About three or five times." I said, "Were they satisfied?" He replied, "Perhaps God took pity on me. Although I'm blind, I seem to be superior in this area. Everyone says they're extremely satisfied, and I treat them all as consensual one-night stands..."
I thought my wife was already extremely aroused at this point, so I quickly pressed my advantage and said, "Can we try it today?" He said, "If you're willing, you can try it!" My wife looked surprised, but weakly whispered, "No, that's not good!"
I quickly went over and whispered to comfort her, "It's okay, he can't see anything anyway, he doesn't know who you are, and he won't recognize us after he leaves today." My wife didn't reply, and I continued to kiss and caress her, specifically targeting sensitive areas. My wife began to close her eyes and moan.
Two minutes later, he suddenly walked naked to my wife's side and began to caress her breasts with me. My wife felt two hands on her body and opened her eyes in fright. We were both startled by his enormous, erect penis: this was no ordinary size for an Asian man! To my eyes, it was nearly 20 centimeters long, and most importantly, it was thick and black. The erect penis was a deep brown color, with faint blue veins showing through; the purplish-black glans was a large oval, like a small egg, enough to excite even a man.
My wife flinched slightly, and I quickly kissed her, saying, "I love you, I'm so excited right now!" She was probably overwhelmed by desire and closed her eyes again, letting our hands roam over her body.
I took a dark silk scarf and covered her eyes to ease her tension, and then the two men kissed and touched every inch of her skin, taking turns sucking her nipples and playing with her clitoris and vulva.
My wife's body began to contort. I pulled her up slightly and put my penis in her mouth, thrusting it in and out. She automatically knelt on the bed, raising her buttocks, her small labia slightly parted, revealing the tender red flesh inside. The masseur took the opportunity to bury his head between her buttocks, licking her clitoris and labia, and then began to lick her anus rapidly with the tip of his tongue. She let out a low growl of excitement, like a wild beast. I teased her with obscene words while gesturing to the masseur that it was time.
He stood by the bed, grasped his thick, black penis, aimed it at my wife's already overflowing vagina, and thrust his hips. With a "whoosh," it went in a third of the way. My wife let out a loud "Oh!" and said, "No... don't do this..." She tried to stop him with her right hand, but unexpectedly grabbed the thick, black penis that was already a third of the way in. "Oh..." she made a sound that was hard to tell whether it was excitement or something else. She didn't seem to really want to pull it out. I quickly went to comfort her.
Seeing her with her back to the masseur, lightly pinching my hot, wet penis with her fingers, seemingly trying to test its thickness and length, I sped up my movements in her mouth. She had no choice but to pull her hand back and brace herself on the bed.
At that moment, the masseur pulled back and then thrust forcefully. My wife screamed, spat out my penis, pulled down the silk scarf over her eyes, and couldn't help but look back. His thick, dark penis was completely inside my wife's vagina! Only a tuft of dark pubic hair was visible outside.
Then the masseur, holding my wife's buttocks, began a series of rapid, frenzied thrusts, continuing for nearly seven or eight minutes without stopping. I have to admit, I had never heard my wife make such a shrill and frantic moan in my life.
She kept shouting, "I can't... I really can't! Oh... I'm going to fly... Oh... Oh... I'm going to fly... Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh..." It sounded like a cry, like hysteria, as he kept shouting with the rapid rhythm of his thrusts.
"Ohhhhhh... I'm going to cum... Oh... Oh... I really can't take it anymore... Ohhhhhhh... I'm coming... I'm coming... Ohhhhhh... Oh... Ohhhhhh... Ohhhhhhhhh..." My wife's excited cries during her orgasm, accompanied by the crisp "slap slap slap slap slap slap slap... slap slap slap slap slap... slap slap slap slap slap..." sounds of his penis slamming against her buttocks, excited me to the extreme.
Watching my wife reach orgasm, her body convulsing for a while before she collapsed weakly on the bed, he still seemed to have no intention of stopping. He pulled out his now even thicker and larger penis, turned my wife over, grabbed her legs and put them on his shoulders, and thrust into her again in a "doggy style" position.
After only two or three minutes of thrusting, the wife was once again driven to madness, screaming, "Oh...oh...I can't take it...it's...it's coming again...I'm going to cum...stop...stop...oh...oh...oh...if you keep going...I...I can't take it...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...stop...please...stop...oh...oh...oh..."
The masseur thrust harder and harder, pulling the wife's hands to wrap around his neck and her legs around his waist. Then, he lifted her up by her buttocks and carried her around his waist, thrusting as he walked around the room. The wife seemed to be going crazy with pleasure, screaming incessantly. It was impossible to tell if she was crying, joyful, or excited. Her vaginal fluid kept gushing out, flowing down the masseur's penis onto his scrotum, and then accumulating at the bottom, dripping onto the ground.
The masseur's thick penis had been thrusting wildly for over thirty minutes since it entered my wife's vagina. She had already orgasmed twice, but there was still no sign of him ejaculating, which I couldn't help but admire.
He then laid my wife back on the bed, his penis still inside her. Her legs dangled limply beside his waist, she was covered in sweat, barely breathing, and clearly exhausted. Her vulva was red and swollen from the intense stimulation, even her labia minora were hard and erect, but her vaginal fluids continued to gush out, quickly soaking a large patch of the sheet beneath her buttocks.
He adjusted his body and began thrusting again, the only sounds being the "slap slap" of their genitals colliding and the masseur's own muttering: "So tight...so tight...so tight..." Soon, my wife began moaning again.
As the thrusting speed increased, her "oh..." sounds grew longer and longer, it seemed her third orgasm was imminent. I could no longer restrain myself, so I quickly thrust my penis back into my wife's mouth and pumped vigorously. Occasionally, my wife was so excited she forgot to lick my penis, and sometimes she couldn't help but spit it out and cry out because he was penetrating so deeply.
I saw my wife's hands gripping his waist, her legs stretched straight up in excitement, and she tried her best to spread them apart, hoping his penis would penetrate even deeper. I saw her legs clench and tremble wildly from excessive excitement.
"Ohhhhhh...ohhh...I can't take it anymore...I really can't...ohhhhh...you're so amazing...you're going in so deep...ohhhhh...I'm going to cum again..."
Amidst the frantic "slapping" sounds, I did what I usually wouldn't do during oral sex, fearing she'd vomit: forcefully thrusting my penis deep into my wife's throat. She shook her head repeatedly because it was too deep. No longer showing her any mercy, I pressed down hard on her shoulders, watching as a muscle bulged in her throat from the deep insertion, her body convulsing and heaving as if she wanted to vomit.
Seeing the pain on her face, her upper body struggling but unable to move, while her lower body endured the frenzied thrusting of the masseur's enormous penis, I became even more excited.
My glans was squeezed by the muscles in my wife's throat, and my eyes watched the masseur's bulging, veiny penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and forcefully ejaculated deep into her throat. She clearly had difficulty swallowing, but I, as if losing my mind, pressed down on her even harder. Later, noticing her face contorted and turned purplish-red, fearing I'd choked her, I quickly withdrew my penis. She gagged two or three times but couldn't vomit anything.
I saw the masseur press his hands tightly against my wife's arms, already thrusting as fast as he could; in my experience, he was probably about to finish. After three minutes of this deepest and fastest thrusting, amidst my wife's piercing cries of
"Oh...oh...oh ... He panted as he shoved his still-erect penis back into his wife's vagina, collapsing onto her lower abdomen, speechless. His wife, utterly exhausted, could only gasp for breath, her vulva twitching with each orgasm, tightly gripping his penis in return for another kind of "massage." I winked at him with satisfaction, and he smiled back, seemingly content and weary, before slowly withdrawing his semi-erect penis from her vagina. After showering, we thanked each other profusely as we saw him off. I had satisfied my long-held curiosity and expectations, making my sexual fantasies a reality without spending a penny, and he had enjoyed the company of such a pure and conservative girl for free. In this strange atmosphere of mutual satisfaction, I saw him off. Back in the room, my wife, perhaps recovered, was wiping the semen from her chest and hair with toilet paper, her face flushed. She pulled the covers over herself, not even taking a shower, and went to sleep. I asked her if she was satisfied, and she closed her eyes and nodded shyly. I knew I had successfully taken the first step, and my journey of training my innocent wife was about to begin. (II) I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting. In order not to disappoint you or keep you waiting, I stayed up all night while my wife was at her parents' house to finish this. I hope it's enough for you all! After much persuasion, I finally got a second chance. It wasn't very successful, but it was a good start! After publishing the first article about my wife's exciting experience of being penetrated (interested friends can use the search function above to search by "author" or "title"), I was very happy to have many good friends leave comments to express their opinions or discuss with me. I like this feeling! So before I start reporting my second experience, please allow me to share some of my thoughts. Actually, I was puzzled when I started having these strange thoughts. I think the main reason is that my wife is just too innocent and adorable. I remember hearing a long time ago that "men all hope to see innocent girls do evil things; the more innocent the girl, the more evil the things she does, the more excited the men will be." I think this is also why Japanese AV actresses with an innocent and naive appearance are more popular in Asia! Besides, from my perspective, I am very satisfied with my wife's face and figure. For a long time, I've fantasized about seeing other men's uneasy reactions when they see her naked. This would make me even more certain of my good taste in my wife and cherish her even more, making me feel truly happy. After our first try, my fantasies of many years were completely fulfilled. What I didn't expect was seeing her in a state of intense desire, extremely eager yet shy and embarrassed, wanting to try but afraid. That struggle of her mind ignited my most primal animalistic instincts and a touch of sadistic pleasure. I don't know if others have the same thoughts, but that's really how I feel! People often say, "Homegrown flowers never smell as sweet as wild ones," but to be honest, after many years of dating, I'm still very satisfied with my wife. Although I've had many close girlfriends before, and I'm a playful and adventurous person, having dated many outgoing women, since being with her, I've been completely captivated by her pure, lily-like appearance and temperament. Furthermore, because she had a very strict upbringing (she was even beaten by her father for coming home too late in college, just kidding!), I've been determined to have her since I met her, and I've lost all interest in other girls. I truly love her, and although I don't know how long it will last, I believe I will always think she's the best! I've been looking for a wife for many years, changing girlfriends over and over again. Either I felt she lacked temperament, or her figure wasn't good enough; either her breasts weren't big enough, or her legs weren't long or straight enough. And I have a strange attraction to fair-skinned girls; her figure is truly impeccable, and her skin is so fair. When her fair buttocks are up in front of me, I never want to be intimate with any other girl again. It took me almost a year to win her over in school. To accommodate her naivety and conservatism, I cut off all my relationships with other women during our courtship, remaining a celibate for over a year. We only slept together after more than a year of dating. Afterwards, when I watched a trickle of blood flow down her buttocks and stained her thighs, I was moved to tears. I've written too much and seem to have gone off-topic. If anyone is interested in the details of our deflowering, I might write a separate piece about it later. Getting back to the point, what I want to say is that my desire to see her have sex with others doesn't mean I don't love her or am tired of her. We have a very good relationship. She's very gentle and obedient, has a beautiful voice, and I always give in to her when she's being affectionate. We've argued so many times that one hand could count them all. We love each other very much. I'm her eternal idol (although I know I have many flaws), and she'll always be the brightest star in my heart (some might find this cheesy, but it's true). I believe that when a man sees his partner having sex with someone else, he feels extremely angry, insecure, and heartbroken. The main reason is that her "heart" has wandered; she no longer loves him. Women often "love first, then have sex," meaning they only engage in more intimate behavior after falling in love with their partner. Discovering that she no longer loves him, that her feelings have changed, or that she's about to leave him for someone else, the heartache and sadness he feels is the biggest reason why men would never allow another man to touch a hair on their wife's head. We are different. We love each other very much, and her heart has always been with me. When I saw her having sex with someone else last time, under my half-coaxing and half-deception, the man in my eyes was just a living "vibrator." There was no emotional infidelity or cheating involved. She still loves me; it's just that I come up with all sorts of novel methods to bring extreme pleasure and excitement to our sex life. Think about it, would someone get angry and jealous about using a "vibrator" during sex to make their wife feel like she's in heaven? Since the first incident with the masseuse, whenever we exchanged thoughts, I kept reinforcing her concept of a "massage stick," but she always thought he was truly blind. So, to openly ask her for a threesome, it would probably take some time and effort. Actually, after that day, I didn't hold any grudges against her. On the contrary, every time I made love with her, as long as the scene from that day flashed through my mind, my stamina would unconsciously increase several times over, and I would become more excited and perform better. I truly felt that it was just part of sex life or discovering another sexual technique. Getting back to the point, since then, I've been completely immersed in this unforgettable feeling, thinking every day about how to do it again in a fresh way. Finally, I came up with a good method…

For some time now, I've been secretly visiting many partner-swapping websites behind my wife's back. After contacting several couples privately, I realized that most of the partners they wanted to swap with weren't my wife's type. Recently, I finally found a couple. The man works at a bank, is in his early thirties, has a rather refined appearance, is about 175 cm tall, and is tall and thin. His girlfriend runs her own brokerage firm. They've already had seven or eight successful wife-swapping experiences.
I brought a picture of my wife to them and frankly told them, "I really want to, but I'm not sure if my wife will agree. We'll try to seduce her, but if it doesn't work out, we won't force it and will wait for another opportunity." He was quite polite and agreed to try. The two of them reached an understanding and rehearsed their moves.
When I got home, I told my wife that I found a couple on the website who do live sex shows. This couple is willing to perform real sex shows in front of people, allowing only one or two people to watch at a time, and only charging 1000 yuan. I really wanted to go with her to see it (of course, I was lying to her; it used to be true, but it seems that such performances don't exist anymore). She initially wanted me to go by myself, but I persuaded her to come, and she wanted to see how other couples were affectionate and whether it was different from ours, so after considering it, she agreed.
We met near a hotel that day. I dressed my wife up beautifully; she wore a white mini-skirt that showed off her very shapely, fair legs, paired with a light blue spaghetti-strap t-shirt. She wasn't wearing makeup, just a touch of lipstick—this was my favorite style of hers in recent years, perfectly showcasing her best features.
What others couldn't see was that I had specifically asked her to wear my favorite bright red lace thong. From the front, you could see her pubic hair, and because there was only a very thin string in the back, her entire fair buttocks were practically bare—extremely sexy. Every time she wore this kind of thong, I would praise her for ages, and she would happily say, "A woman dresses up for the one she loves." But I always felt it was a pity that others wouldn't have the chance to see it, to share in my vanity about my wife's great figure.
After waiting for fifteen minutes, the couple finally appeared. The man was impeccably dressed in a suit, and the girl wore a black short dress. She was about 160 cm tall, with good proportions—small but perfectly proportioned.
We first chose a coffee shop and chatted about all sorts of unrelated topics, while the girls talked about how they maintained their figures. After about 20 minutes, my wife asked the girl if they were really going to do it later. The girl, quite knowingly, talked about her experiences and feelings about "being seen," but didn't mention wife-swapping; she also mentioned that times have changed, and many couples end up doing it together in the same room, finding it very strange—a kind of "brainwashing" process.
My wife's eyes widened in disbelief. She could only gasp and exclaim, "Huh?! Really? Really?" as she talked with increasing enthusiasm and shared her experiences. I, meanwhile, kept whispering, "See? See? I'm not the only one who's weird."
After about 40 minutes, seeing that everyone had gotten to know each other and the initial awkwardness had subsided, I said, "Shall we start the show?" He wanted us to go upstairs and book a room first, then call them to tell them the room number before they went in. I figured he meant I'd have to pay for the room myself!
Once everyone was there, they unhesitatingly took off their clothes and went to shower, asking if we wanted to shower with them. My wife quickly waved her hand and said, "Just look."
It was a semi-transparent frosted glass bathroom, and we could vaguely see them taking a shower from the outside. We could hear the woman's screams and laughter from time to time. My wife blushed and her heart was pounding
. She kept saying, "It's real! They're really going to perform!" After they finished showering, they went to bed first. I carefully observed them. The man wasn't fat, about 65 kilograms, and he was fair-skinned. The girl was petite and slender, but her body was well-proportioned. She had a good bust, probably a C-cup, and a small bottom.
We sat obediently on the sofa with our eyes wide open. The girl knelt facing us on her boyfriend's left side and first gently licked his nipples. Her boyfriend closed his eyes and looked completely at ease. She gradually licked his chest, then his lower abdomen, and then his inner thighs, occasionally taking his testicles into her mouth and gently sucking on them. Then she grasped his penis and licked the frenulum below the glans. His penis gradually began to harden. It was probably a normal size, about 12 or 13 centimeters when erect.
My wife whispered in my ear, "It's not as long as yours!" I joked, "Don't let anyone hear. Just know you're happy."
A minute later, the girl looked up and smiled at my wife, then began to take her boyfriend's entire penis into her mouth and move it up and down. Her cheeks were sunken from sucking. Every minute or so, she switched to her right hand, then her mouth, alternating between the two. My wife involuntarily leaned forward to see better.
Gradually, the man's face began to show an expression of extreme pleasure. The girl paused and said to my wife, "You can do this to your husband in the future. Use your mouth while stroking him, and rotate your tongue around the glans. I guarantee your husband will love you to death." Then she continued to perform oral sex. My wife was stunned and couldn't say a word.
After about five or six minutes of oral sex, the man got up, and the woman lay back down. He kneaded and squeezed her breasts with both hands while sucking and licking her nipples with his tongue, making "tsk tsk" sounds. Her nipples gradually became erect, but unfortunately, her areolas were a little too large and dark, which slightly detracted from the beauty. Then he spread her legs apart, buried his face between her legs, and began to lightly lick her genitals.
I pulled my wife up and walked behind them so I could see her private parts more clearly. Her labia minora were large, a dark brown color, with about one-fifth of the edges being even darker. It seemed she had a lot of sexual experience, which gave her a different kind of sexiness, but I didn't think her private parts were as beautiful as my wife's.
Her labia minora were now covered in saliva, one curled up while the other spread open. The man's tongue moved skillfully, sometimes touching the labia, sometimes the vaginal opening, sometimes gently biting the labia, sometimes sucking on the clitoris... making his girlfriend gasp and moan softly, her lower body twisting involuntarily, involuntarily raising her buttocks as the man sucked on her clitoris, repeatedly shouting, "That's enough, that's enough, come in!" The man ignored her and inserted two fingers into her vagina, from light to heavy, from slow to fast, repeatedly going in and out. After five minutes, his girlfriend's moans grew louder and louder.
I nudged my wife: "Are you excited?" She nodded, murmuring, "So outrageous..." I didn't know what she meant. I told her I was so hard I was about to die, and my wife reached out and gently stroked me through my casual pants, but her eyes remained fixed on them.
At this moment, the man lifted the woman's legs onto his shoulders and slowly inserted his penis into her vagina. A soft "Oh..." was heard, not from his girlfriend... but from my wife. She really had no taste of the world!
As the man gradually increased the speed of his thrusting, the woman's moans grew louder and louder. For some reason, my wife moved closer and closer to me, and her right hand began to stroke my genitals more and more heavily. I reached my hand inside her bra from behind and gently stroked her nipples and breasts. Her face was flushed, but she didn't object.
The girl said to my wife, "Don't be so reserved. The bed is big. You can do it next to us. It feels great to do it together!" My wife quickly retreated to the chair and said, "No need! No need!"
I followed her and said, "I'm so excited! I really want to do it." My wife looked apologetic and said, "Really? What should we do?" I said, "I don't know! I really want to do it." My wife looked at me helplessly and didn't say anything. Suddenly, she said, "How about I help you get it off with my hand?" I was already so hard I could barely stand it. Thinking that even without sex, it might be okay, I sat on the sofa and pulled my pants down halfway.
She started slowly stroking me with her hand. My penis was already soaking wet. When I took off my pants, I noticed that even my casual pants were showing some watermarks. It felt much better to be stroked by her. My hand restlessly reached into her lower body through her skirt. Wow! Her panties were already soaking wet.

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