[My beloved wife] (1)

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Actually, the root of the problem lies in the internet. After getting online, like many male netizens and perhaps not

many female netizens, I loved browsing and downloading "pornographic, obscene, low-class, and vulgar" content online.

At this time, Lan and I were already married, and our relationship and sex life were very good and normal, not as

bland and tasteless as many articles describe. We both went to work, did housework, met with friends,

and so on every day, which was quite fulfilling.

In 2000, we got a computer at home and went online. My wife only liked to play some puzzle

games , while I usually read news and read online novels. When she was asleep or not at home, I would look at pornographic

content. My journey into online pornography went like this: I first encountered novels, and the various perspectives, the portrayal of

different psychology, and the unrestricted categorization made me feel excited; later, I liked to look at pictures, from heavy-handed

sex pictures to high-definition photos of Japanese actresses with exposed nipples; then, after getting broadband, I could download movies, and

I continued my taste from looking at pictures, liking Eastern adult films.

My job isn't very busy, and I often have internet access

during work hours, so for a while I was practically addicted to the erotic world created by pornography, pictures, and books.

Until one business trip (actually, it was more like a vacation, haha), I didn't touch

these things for a long time, and I actually felt quite indifferent. Occasionally, I'd look at them when the mood struck me. Gradually, I found myself increasingly

preferring erotic literature to erotic pictures and pornography, and my tastes were becoming more focused. Before, I'd

accepted anything—campus stories, angst, martial arts, violence, erotica, etc.—but now I only like one type: partner swapping and

similar adult content.

Whether this is a blessing or a curse, I have to say that online erotic literature gradually changed my sexual orientation:

I frequently log in to check for updates on these kinds of articles, and if there's a problem logging in, I get restless and

impatient.

-- Of course, my wife, Lan, knows nothing about any of this.

When I first read stories about partner swapping, I especially enjoyed the psychological portrayals of the male and female protagonists. The men

were often caught between intense excitement and a deep sense of jealousy and regret, which would eventually be overwhelmed

by the even stronger excitement. The women, on the other hand, were often aroused little by little amidst a deep sense of shame and a hint of humiliation

, which would ultimately be burned away by the flames of passion.

Every time I read a well-written erotic story about partner swapping, I would become incredibly excited, burning with desire, my mind filled with fantasies

about the specific details of the scenarios, indulging in wild fantasies… This is the beauty of erotic literature, a beauty that pornography

cannot match.

At that time, I was only at the level of "enjoying" these kinds of novels, rarely having the fleeting

thought: "If the male and female protagonists in the story were us… Impossible, absolutely impossible, I would never

actually swap partners, let alone Lan… I'd be more interested in having a threesome with another couple, hehe…"

And so the thought would stop.

Until one day, in an adult chat room on QQ, I met a

person named "Fuck My Wife," and everything began to change.

Seeing this name, I added him as a friend without hesitation: "Hi, I like reading swapping erotic stories,

what about you?"

He accepted my request almost immediately. Because we were both erotic story enthusiasts, we quickly became acquainted and started talking on

the phone (pretty ruthless, right? We didn't even use voice chat, because neither of us had those back then). This man, who worked in Shanghai,

spoke slowly and deliberately. He said his wife was very tall and beautiful, and that she orgasmed easily during sex.

Interestingly , his wife has almost no armpit hair, but her pubic hair is very thick. She's also going abroad soon,

and who knows what will happen to her…

I mostly listened; he didn't ask me much about his wife, and

he didn't mind my vague and ambiguous answers. But when I half-jokingly, half-probingly said, "You described your wife so well, I

'd like to try it too,"

he seemed to immediately get into the mood, saying, "Do you want to have sex with my wife? She's very wet,

and her moans are beautiful. Do you want to sleep with her?"

I could hear the tension in his voice, and I awkwardly started talking about other things: "Of course I do.

Actually, couple swapping is all about wanting to sleep with other people's wives, wishing you could…" "A guy having a threesome with someone else."

He was silent for a while, then said, "...I'm different from you. I just want someone else to sleep with my wife, even though

she definitely wouldn't agree, and I wouldn't actually try it, but I just have this sexual fantasy. It's the fantasy that

excites ..."

I felt even more embarrassed. Later, he kept hinting that I should say

things like, "What do you want to do with my wife?" He seemed very excited (I even suspected he wanted to

masturbate while listening to me fabricate scenarios of sleeping with his wife), but he was very polite, unlike his QQ name which was so direct. But I just couldn't bring myself to say

it . We chatted casually for a few minutes, and he probably sensed it, so he hung up and never contacted me again.

He didn't know he had affected me.

From then on, I started having these kinds of thoughts unconsciously popping into my head: when I went to the bathhouse with my colleagues, if I saw a

guy with a strong body and a long, thick penis, I would imagine how great it would be if my wife slept with him; when watching normal

movies , I would also fantasize about what it would be like if my wife slept

with the male lead, and the more I thought about it, the more excited I became… Finally, one day I suddenly realized that I was just like that man in Shanghai.

Now it's time to start with my wife. Lan is the same age as me, and we were classmates in college. Because she was

the prettiest and most ladylike in our class, she had a constant stream of suitors from other classes and departments as soon as she entered university. However ,

it seemed that because she was too young at the time (we both started school at five and a half years old and entered university before we were 17,

which is quite a coincidence, haha, but we were both little ones in the class back then), she was very resistant to making friends,

so her suitors ended up unsuccessfully. As for me, since we were from the same place, we were already familiar with each other from the moment we entered university

.

At the time, I didn't have any particular feelings for her, and since we were both from the same province and region in the south and studying in the north,

we often interacted and helped each other out. We gradually became closer. In the third semester, with the encouragement of my

dormmates launched my courtship campaign and won her over in half a semester.

On the train home during the holiday, we were already kissing, hugging, and touching each other.

Back then, pursuing her felt incredibly difficult, but looking back, as long as you cater to her preferences, remain patient, give reasonable

hints, and confess at the right time, it's actually damn simple! But we were students then, and now it seems students are easy

to handle !

Everything that followed was natural. We ate the forbidden fruit in school, made vows of eternal love, and after

graduation we were assigned to a well-known large state-owned enterprise in our province. We got married when we reached marriageable age. It couldn't be more natural,

simpler than that.

Okay, okay, I've gone too far into detail, digressing too much, which isn't good for getting you guys to the point. Besides,

people who know me well will recognize themselves in this!

Lan is a pretty girl (should I call her a woman? But some people still think she's very young and

want to introduce her to potential partners). She's on the thin side, but I like thin girls, small breasts,

small butts—it's an international beauty standard, after all! She's not short, 164cm, with long, flowing hair,

a graceful gait, and a soft, delicate accent—a typical Southern lady.

It's no exaggeration to say that when I watch beauty pageants and such, I feel most of the contestants pale in

comparison to my wife in terms of overall presence. What does it mean to have a scholarly air? It means having read all the classic works of art, both ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, and writing diaries that flow like

prose—that's what it means to have a scholarly air! As for her looks, I don't want to describe them specifically, but I'll just use the word everyone in our company

agrees on : beautiful!

Our life is sexually fulfilling. Since we got our own house, we've been intimate about twice a week. My wife used to be

extremely shy and passive. She wouldn't listen to me with the lights on, the curtains slightly ajar, or even from behind. She said she felt like

there were many eyes watching her naked from behind (I was speechless!).

I always joked that she was a repressed pervert because she usually objected to me making dirty jokes or telling dirty stories.

But she was very passionate during sex. Soon after foreplay started, she would become very wet from kissing and touching me, and

within minutes of penetration, her vagina would be covered in nipples.

At this point, I didn't need any special techniques or tricks. I just kept fucking her relentlessly. After a few dozen thrusts, her pussy

would contract tighter and tighter with each thrust, the frequency of the contractions increasing. Finally, as she suddenly frowned

and hugged me tightly, she let out a few sobbing "hmm...uh..." sounds, her whole body

trembling . At the same time, Lan's pussy would contract desperately, as if many fleshy parts inside were moving, gripping,

enveloping, sucking, and wrapping around my penis. At this moment, the "slap slap" sound of fucking would turn into "plop plop" sounds

—she suddenly released a lot of fluid, she had reached orgasm!

Before we got married, we always secretly made love in my or her dorm room. When she orgasmed

, I would also be excited to the extreme by her tight pussy, and I would ejaculate, a torrent of fluid. Because she orgasmed

quickly, a single sexual encounter, including foreplay, would never take more than twenty minutes.

After we got our own house, I don't know if it was because I was no longer worried about anything, or if my penis

had become more resilient , but I never ejaculated after her first orgasm. Lan's body was incredibly sensitive at that moment.

Even though I was lying on top of her without any problem, I couldn't touch her. No matter where I touched her

, even her shoulder, she would convulse. She couldn't speak then, and if I continued, she would

cry out and push me away in protest. I guess her body was still reacting to an orgasm, but her brain was telling her she wasn't satisfied.

This sensitivity lasted for two or three minutes.

Each time she recovered, she would kiss me on the lips and ask sweetly, "You haven't had it yet?"

I would whisper to her, "I'm going to make you do it again!"

"You bad boy!"

This playful scolding was like the clarion call for my final assault, opening the curtain on the second battle…

As time went by, we matured. These days, how many magazines, which issue,

don't have sex topics and sex education? My wife also learned a lot of new knowledge and accepted many new ideas from it.

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