Fun before a threesome

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-24

Let
me first introduce ourselves. I am a 30-year-old male, 170cm tall, and weigh 63kg. I work in the computer industry.
My wife, Meng'er, is 30 years old, 164cm tall, and weighs 55kg. She is a nurse.
My wife and I have been in love for eight years, married for four, and have no children.
To be honest, in these eight years, we have tried almost every kind of sex. Eight years of adjustment and experience have made our sex life less passionate. Although we don't get tired of it, it always feels rather bland… Later, I saw some articles about couples swapping online, which seemed very exciting, and I wanted to try it. So, I brought it up with my wife during sex, and she initially disagreed (women are all like that).
I patiently guided her, and finally one day, while I was having sex with her, I asked, "Wife, would you like to try the taste of another man?" She actually whispered, "Mmm..." From then on, I took her to adult websites and we read articles about couples swapping.
At the same time, I posted about this online, attaching my wife's photo and leaving my QQ number.
Soon, I received responses. Some netizens left comments saying my wife was beautiful, some said she was very feminine, and some even boldly said they wanted to have sex with her.
My wife and I looked at these comments together, very excited, and she got wet down there. I knew she was starting to like this feeling.
Slowly, I began to hope that this would become a reality.
In early 2008, while drinking with a very close friend, he said to me, "Your wife is really great."
I replied, "Really? Want to experience her charms?" He thought I was joking and didn't say anything more.
But from then on, I always hoped something would happen between my wife and him.
So, I intentionally or unintentionally arranged for him to come to my house, frequently took my wife out with him, and constantly created opportunities for the two of them to be alone together.
Finally, one day, my friend texted me, asking if what I said the other day was true. I said, "Of course it is."
So, we sat down for drinks again, confirming my thoughts.
That day finally came. I remember it was a Saturday afternoon. My wife, wearing a miniskirt, and I went to my friend's bar. There weren't many people there, and the three of us sat in a private room in the attic, drinking and chatting.
An hour passed, and nothing had happened. I was getting a little anxious, so I told them I was going downstairs to buy some food.
Then I sent a text message to my friend, telling him to seize the opportunity if he wanted to.
I deliberately stayed downstairs for half an hour, then quietly went upstairs and tiptoed to the door of the private room. To my dismay, they were exactly the same as when I came downstairs, sitting opposite each other on the sofas.
I had no choice but to go in and sit next to my friend. I then asked my wife to sit between us, and she obediently did so. We started drinking again.
About half an hour later, at my prompting, my friend tentatively put his right hand on my wife's shoulder. She didn't object, which was a good start.
Then my friend placed his left hand on his wife's thigh. This time, she trembled slightly but didn't show any aversion.
His friend grew bolder, his left hand roaming over her thigh, his mouth slowly approaching her earlobe.
This was her most sensitive spot. He extended his tongue and gently licked her earlobe, and I heard her make a soft moan.
Next, his right hand slowly slipped inside her clothes from behind, gently caressing her back, while his left hand cupped her face, turning it to the side.
I saw two thirsty mouths gradually close, their tongues intertwining in a passionate kiss. At this moment, his left hand had already quietly slid to his wife's chest, kneading her breasts.
My heart was pounding. This was the first time I'd ever seen anything like it, and below, a steel gun was already erect.
My hands involuntarily caressed my wife's inner thighs, my tongue licking her other breast.
My wife was now pale and her genitals were overflowing with lustful fluids, and her small hand had somehow slipped inside my friend's pants, grasping his penis and stroking it incessantly.
It seemed only I could control this stimulating scene; the other two were clearly unable to extricate themselves.
I brought my mouth close to my wife's ear and asked, "Honey, how is it? Is it fun?" My wife didn't answer, just nodded.
I asked again, "Want to taste his cock?" My wife gave a soft "Mmm," though very softly, my friend and I both heard it, we definitely heard it.
My friend instinctively pulled down his pants, his long, hard penis standing erect in front of his wife.
His wife instinctively knelt down, gently grasping his penis with her left hand, slowly bringing her mouth closer, licking the glans with her tongue, then slowly taking it into her mouth, gently teasing his penis with her lips, while her right hand kneaded his scrotum.
I, standing nearby, couldn't care less at this moment, pulling out my penis and frantically stroking it; after a few strokes, my semen gushed out.
My wife, now devoid of her usual composure, was like a wanton woman, licking and sucking my friend's penis with abandon, while my friend's hands incessantly kneaded her breasts.
After cleaning up my semen, I went behind my wife, gently lifted her buttocks, and then pulled down the sexy panties she had specially put on beforehand.
I glanced at them; her vagina was already open, like a little mouth eager to devour meat, and her already small panties were soaked with her juices.
I said, "You two do it, don't waste time," and my friend, as if obeying a command, pulled my wife up.
My friend sat on the sofa, and my wife, facing him, slowly spread her legs and knelt on top of him. My wife gently spread her vagina with both hands, and my friend, using his left hand to guide his hard penis, brought it to my wife's entrance. At this moment, my wife's buttocks gently lowered, and my friend's penis slid in completely, disappearing between my wife's legs.
My wife let out an "Ah!" and then her buttocks began to sway.
The feeling of being penetrated by another man in front of her husband for the first time must have been incredibly stimulating. At this moment, the wife had lost her initial shyness, replaced by the pleasure of a completely unfamiliar penis inside her.
She clung tightly to her friend's neck, her snow-white buttocks swaying incessantly. Her friend's hands gripped her buttocks tightly, his legs thrusting frantically, pushing his penis deeper and deeper into her vagina.
With each thrust, her labia majora appeared and disappeared, her vaginal fluids flowing continuously, running down her friend's penis and onto the sofa.
She continued to sway her buttocks, allowing her friend's penis to penetrate even deeper. Her large breasts were being kneaded by her friend's hands, and her nipples were being sucked by him.
They were going at it with great enthusiasm, seemingly forgetting my presence.
I asked, "Honey, is it good?" My wife didn't answer, only kept moaning.
"Answer me, honey!" I said again, "Are you enjoying it or not?" This time, my wife responded with a soft "hmm," and continued their game.
Helpless, I had no choice but to put my mouth close to her ear and whisper, "Honey, talk to me, be a little more lewd, stimulate him a bit, that way he can fuck you better!" This seemed to work; my wife indeed cried out lewdly, "Oh, husband, he's fucking me so good... mmm, his cock is so long and hard... hum, so comfortable, it's hitting my G-spot... oh, mmm... so good!" A single moan was more potent than a thousand aphrodisiacs. Hearing such lewd cries, my friend's penis thrust even faster inside my wife.
They played like this for a while, then my friend suggested changing positions. My wife obediently got off him, turned around, and knelt on the sofa, her buttocks facing us.
My friend went over, but instead of immediately penetrating her, he touched my wife's vulva with his hand and teased her clitoris with his fingers.
The wife, of course, couldn't stand it and cried out, "Mmm...it's so itchy, no...hurry, hurry up and put it in!"
The friend ignored her, continuing to rapidly tease her clitoris with his fingers, saying, "What do you mean, 'put it in'? Sister-in-law, explain clearly!" The wife swayed her hips, saying in a coquettish voice, "Good man, hurry up, hurry up and put your cock in, fuck me hard!" Hearing such lewd words, the friend brought his penis to the entrance of his wife's vagina, rubbing the head of his penis against her vulva, but not inserting it.
The wife couldn't bear this torment and cried out, "Mmm, hurry up, hurry up and put it in!! Ah!!" With a thrust of his hips, the friend's penis slid straight into his wife's vagina, and "Ah..." the wife let out a very satisfied moan.
My friend held his wife's waist with both hands, his lower body moving back and forth, his penis going in and out of her vagina. With each thrust, vaginal fluid dripped onto the sofa.
At this moment, my penis reacted again and became erect.
So, I went to my wife, took it out, and she immediately took it into her mouth and sucked on it.
And so, we finally achieved our first real threesome, my friend having sex with my wife from behind, and my wife giving me oral sex.
Perhaps the scene was too stimulating, because after a few vigorous thrusts, my friend gave in, but thankfully, at the crucial moment, he consciously pulled out his penis and ejaculated a thick stream of semen onto my wife's buttocks.
And I, too, shamelessly ejaculated inside my wife's mouth… My friend and I had both surrendered, but my wife seemed unsatisfied; clearly, she hadn't reached orgasm yet.
Helpless, she turned over, sat on the sofa, one hand masturbating while touching her clitoris, the other vigorously rubbing her breasts, whining, "Why are you two so useless?!" My friend and I exchanged knowing glances. Yes, even two men couldn't satisfy her.
Finally, with the help of her own hands, my wife reached orgasm.
While she went downstairs to the bathroom, I asked my friend, "How was it?" He said, "You're amazing!" Hearing this, I was overjoyed.
And so, my wife and I finally tried threesomes for the first time, our first time having sex.
My wife was very satisfied with my friend's penis. She said she liked long, hard penises and the feeling of being penetrated by one.
Later, my friend had sex with us a few more times, and everyone enjoyed it, until he went to work in another city… My wife, who had her first experience with extramarital sex, began to like the feeling. What started as a compromise turned into longing. She told me she liked the feeling of being served by two men.
From then on, my wife frequently went on QQ and chatted with some netizens. Sometimes I even saw her masturbating in front of the computer while chatting.
I tried to persuade her to video chat with her netizens, but she refused. She said she didn't like chatting and looking at each other face-to-face, only enjoying text-based flirting, and she preferred real sex.
Soon, among many netizens, my wife chose G.
She chatted with him many times, each time for a long time, sometimes even until late at night.
Online, G was very polite, unlike some netizens who immediately asked for passionate videos or to undress and look at each other (my wife hated such vulgar people). G never mentioned such things, and never even asked to video chat with my wife; all he ever looked at was a casual photo of her.
As they chatted for a while, the idea of meeting in person naturally arose. However, G was from another province and could only visit my wife when we were on business trips here. He promised my wife he would definitely come to see her, and they agreed that if they didn't get along well, they would just have a meal and chat.
In July 2008, we arranged a time to meet G.
It was an afternoon when we met G at a McDonald's at 5 pm.
My wife was dressed very sexily that day, wearing a low-cut tank top, a mini skirt, thong, fishnet stockings, and ankle boots—very alluring. I knew she wanted to seduce him at first sight.
G was right on time; he called me at 4:55 pm and appeared at the McDonald's entrance shortly after.
He was wearing a white t-shirt, tall and imposing, and we recognized him immediately.
We greeted him, and he naturally walked over, sat down, and took out a gift for my wife from his bag. My wife was delighted.
Then we chatted and ate together, acting more like long-lost friends than strangers.
At 8 PM, we left McDonald's. G suggested we go to a bar, and my wife and I agreed, thinking it would be a good opportunity for us to get to know each other. So, the three of us went to the bar together.
My wife's outfit that day was incredibly provocative. At the bar entrance, many men couldn't help but stare at her with lustful eyes, which made us, the two men with her, even more proud.
Once inside, we found a spot closest to the stage, and my wife sat between me and G.
Then, we drank, danced, and chatted. The atmosphere at the bar was great, and we had a lot of fun, including drinking quite a bit.
While G was in the bathroom, I asked my wife, "Honey, how was it? Did it feel good?" My wife was slightly drunk by then, and she whispered in my ear, "Mmm, I want him... okay?" My wife agreed, and of course I had nothing to say; as long as she was happy, that was all that mattered.
When we left the bar, it was past midnight. I drove, and my wife and G sat in the back seat. Through the rearview mirror, I saw G's right arm around my wife, while his left hand was already on her thigh, caressing it. My wife was leaning against G's shoulder like a little bird. It
was really exciting; I didn't expect them to be so impatient, flirting in the car.
I saw G's hand slowly slip inside my wife's skirt, and their lips were pressed together at some point.
The bar wasn't far from our neighborhood, and we arrived home quickly, at which point they had to separate.
Once inside, G seemed to have lost the courage he'd displayed in the car, appearing somewhat reserved and sitting motionless on the sofa.
His wife ignored him, humming a song as she went to the bathroom to shower.
G and I sat on the sofa, and I asked him, "What do you think of my wife?" G said, "She's really great, so sexy, so hot. I almost…" I laughed and said to him, "Go to the bathroom; I think she'll want you right now." Encouraged, G took off his clothes and went into the bathroom.
Everything felt so natural, and soon, the sound of his wife's wanton moans filled the bathroom.
I quietly approached the bathroom door and peeked through the crack. I saw G vigorously having sex with my wife… About half an hour later, my wife came out of the bathroom, nestled against G. To my surprise, they were both wrapped in the same towel.
They walked over together, sat on the sofa, and kissed passionately, as if I didn't exist. Although they were wrapped in the towel, and I couldn't see their actions, I knew that under the towel, G's hand was definitely caressing my wife's breasts, and my wife's hand was definitely stroking G's penis.
My wife finally remembered me, glanced at me, and said shyly, "Honey, why don't you go take a shower too…" I understood; my wife was hinting that I should leave… I went into the bathroom and found a used condom in the trash can. Hmm, at least they were somewhat conscientious.
When I came out of the bathroom after showering, the living room was empty; only their towels remained on the sofa.
The bedroom door was open, and I quietly walked to it. I saw G sprawled on the bed, his wife passionately licking his penis.
I went inside. G saw me, smiled at me as a greeting, and his wife turned to look at me before continuing to give him oral sex.
I moved behind my wife and touched her vulva, which was already overflowing with vaginal fluid, soaking wet.
I gently rubbed my wife's clitoris with my fingers, and she swayed her white buttocks in rhythm with my movements, making "mmm...mmm...mmm..." sounds, her vaginal fluid dripping down my hand.
She spat out G's penis, turned around, and said in a coquettish voice, "Honey, no, it's so itchy, no..." Then she asked G, "Was my licking good? Was it comfortable?" G didn't answer, but just pulled his wife along, continuing to give her oral sex. His wife happily continued to suck G's penis.
Oh, this little slut, she's hopeless... I lowered my head, spread my wife's vulva, and used the tip of my tongue to tease her clitoris.
After a while, my wife couldn't take it anymore, turned over, and wouldn't let me continue teasing her.
At this moment, I noticed that G's hard penis was wearing a condom. Did my wife put it on with her mouth? When did my wife master this technique? Anyway, the facts told me that my wife wanted him to fuck her again, so I tactfully said to G, "Come on, she wants it again..." My wife then knelt on the bed, her buttocks facing G, her left hand constantly stroking her vulva.
G couldn't resist such temptation, raised his hard penis, and thrust it straight into my wife's cunt. My
wife started moaning again, "G, you're so strong, how can you be so good, it feels so good... oh... um... so good..." As she moaned, she reached back to stroke G's scrotum (later she told me that doing this would make men more excited and their penises harder).
G held my wife's pert buttocks with his hands and thrust hard, his penis going in and out of my wife's cunt, sometimes visible and sometimes hidden.
Watching from the sidelines, I was burning with lust, my penis throbbing painfully.
The true meaning of a threesome should be the interaction of three people, not two people doing it for another to watch, so I joined in.
My wife and G were kneeling; my wife was kneeling, and G was penetrating her from behind. I lay down beneath her, facing her, licking her clitoris with my tongue, while my wife unconsciously took my penis into her mouth.
My wife was almost driven mad by stimulation. A strange man was thrusting behind her, her husband was licking and sucking below, and she had her husband's penis in her mouth. At that moment, all she could do was enjoy the unparalleled pleasure that the two men were giving her.
I kept licking my wife's clitoris from below. Because of G's vigorous movements, I sometimes accidentally licked their genitals, or even G's scrotum, which aroused him even more. Soon, G screamed and ejaculated.
My wife was clearly not satisfied. She turned around, grabbed my penis, sat down, and inserted it into her vagina.
My wife writhed on top of me, while G hugged her from behind, caressing her breasts with both hands.
My wife turned her head to respond to G, kissing him deeply. I thrust upwards forcefully from below, wanting my penis to penetrate my wife's body even deeper.
After a while, G stood up, and I saw that he was still wearing a condom on his penis. How ridiculous.
My wife gently removed the condom for him, then licked away the remaining semen from his glans with her tongue before taking his limp penis into her mouth.
Her oral skills were truly superb; soon, his penis regained its strength in her mouth, standing erect before her. Satisfied, she
grasped and stroked it with her right hand, while her other hand caressed the area between his scrotum and buttocks, her tongue swirling around his glans.
Perhaps because she was a medical student, she was very familiar with the sensitive areas of the human body; he only lasted a few minutes before ejaculating onto my wife's breasts without reservation.
My wife, who is always very clean, didn't mind at this moment, smearing his semen on her body with her hands.
It was so stimulating; I quickly ejaculated into my wife's body as well.
My wife and I reached orgasm at the same time, and she lay limply on me, letting the semen and vaginal fluid slowly flow from her vagina onto the sheets… That night, the three of us slept in the same big bed, my wife in the middle, and G and I each on one side, embracing and caressing her. She was as happy as a queen.
In the middle of the night, I woke up groggily and heard my wife moaning softly. My hand ran up her thigh and I found that G's hard thing was inside her again… G had stayed at our house for two days. During those two days, we hardly went out except to eat; we stayed home the whole time. My wife had almost drained him of his semen… I watched her gracefully walk through several streets, holding the little boy's slender wrist, the little boy occasionally looking up at her.
Perhaps it was the strange looks from strangers around him that made him uneasy.
I would have felt the same way; anyone would have looked at the mother and child with envy and disbelief. Her swaying, round hips, firm, large breasts, and shapely figure would have attracted anyone to such a mature and alluring mother.
But I was someone with ulterior motives; I had been watching her for a long time.
This woman was Hou Fen, with long, wavy hair, wearing a low-cut light green dress, her shapely, fair legs extending perfectly into white strappy heels. Especially striking was the clearly defined cleavage of her breasts, her full breasts making one want to pinch them. That day, her mature charm deeply attracted me—no, it should be said, completely captivated me.
Strictly speaking, she wasn't a stunning beauty. For a woman nearing 40, she exuded a captivating charm, a beauty that didn't need to be conventionally gorgeous to be truly alluring, like a perfectly ripe peach.
If "seductive" were the word to describe her, it would be most fitting.
By this point, I couldn't bear to look at her for a moment longer; lustful thoughts constantly surged within me. Because of these thoughts, I firmly believed that one day I would have my way with this beautiful flesh.
Lost in thought, she stopped in front of a clothing store. A quick glance revealed it was a women's lingerie shop… I wondered what kind of underwear she was wearing under her skirt—white lace? Black cotton? Maybe I should buy a high-waisted thong! That's perfect for you. Before we go to bed, after I take off all your clothes, I'll spend a few minutes having you give me oral sex while wearing these kinds of panties, letting my hands roam over your round, full buttocks, and then watching how you use your lips to envelop my penis, swallowing and releasing it.
She stood gazing at the shop window for a long time before finally stepping through the automatic doors. For a moment, I began to imagine her trying on the clothes.
About half an hour later, she came out carrying a gloomy gray bag…wasn't that her most mysterious symbol of sexuality? A faint joy radiated from her face. The little boy looked up at her again. How lucky, you've seen what kind of underwear Mom wears. It doesn't matter, one day you'll know what kind of expression Mom has when she does *that*.
Oh dear! Just that thought made my crotch bulge. So, I gradually shortened the distance between us, waiting for an opportunity.
Around noon, she seemed to have a purpose, quickening her pace. A moment later, she led the little boy into a restaurant. I paused for a moment and followed.
The restaurant wasn't crowded, which was unusual for lunchtime. Hou Fen and the child chose a corner table, while I pretended to choose a table next to them with my back to them. After ordering and receiving our drinks, she said to the child, "Sit quietly! Mommy's going to the restroom."
My chance had come! She swayed her skirt as she walked towards the dressing room. I picked up my phone and dialed a few numbers. Hou Fen's phone rang in her purse. "
Little one, Mommy's phone is ringing! Go give it to Mommy!" I turned around, a friendly smile on my face.
The little boy obediently reached into his purse, grabbed his phone, and ran to the restroom.
Naturally, the sleeping pills she'd prepared were quickly poured into the orange juice.
A few minutes later, Hou Fen and the little boy returned to their seats. "Strange? Who called? They didn't say anything,"
she muttered, casually placing the phone on the table. Then she picked up her drink and took a few sips. At that moment, I almost fainted.
When the waiter finally brought the food, the little boy asked, "Mommy, are you sick?" "Um… Mommy feels a little stuffy, kind of weird…" Hou Fen replied weakly; the drug had taken effect. "
Then you'd better eat quickly!" "Sweetie, you eat first.
Mommy just needs a quick nap."
With that, Hou Fen slumped onto the table and fell into a deep sleep.
The long-awaited moment finally arrived. I feigned concern: "Little one, Mommy seems unwell? Shall Uncle take Mommy to see a doctor?" The little boy, bewildered, didn't know how to answer, just staring at me.
I reached out and touched Hou Fen's forehead: "Oh dear! Mommy has a fever! It'll be terrible if we don't hurry! We have to go find the doctor quickly."
I helped Hou Fen lean against me, and wrapped my arms around her waist; her skin felt soft to the touch. The little boy, carrying his purse in one hand and clutching his mother's clothes with the other, obediently followed me to find the "doctor."
Of course, the little boy was easy to please; I just needed to tell the receptionist to give him a tip, and the hotel service was always surprisingly attentive.
As I helped Hou Fang into the elevator, I couldn't wait to frivolously touch her round buttocks. But that's the exciting part of the game—no matter how much I wanted it, I had to restrain myself. The more I pushed, the greater the pleasure. When my lust was about to overflow, it would be uncontrollable, like a burst dam, and I would become a beast.
Thinking of this, my penis was already so hard I could barely stand.
The narrow space of the elevator was filled with the scent of her perfume. Hou Fang leaned against me, weak and defenseless.
Stepping out of the elevator, I simply picked her up, found the room, and laboriously placed her on the bed before quickly closing the door behind me.
Hou Fangyu lay sprawled on the soft white bed, her firm breasts forming two mounds that extended down her slender waist to her private parts, where a slight bulge appeared. The sheer dress dipped inwards from there, accentuating the shapely contours of her thighs.
It didn't matter; the goddess was already mine, and I should savor every moment.
I noticed the paper bag she had just taken from the clothing store; it was undoubtedly a symbol of her sexuality. I hoped it contained high-waisted, thin-strapped thongs.
A casual peek revealed a maroon silk thong, transparent in the front and back with extensive openwork embroidery, but the amount of fabric covering her vulva was slightly more than I had expected.
The new panties were lewd in appearance but lifeless; I had no interest in them and tossed them aside. My gaze returned to Hou Fang's sleeping face. I freed one hand to unzip my pants and laboriously pulled out my erect penis. Doing this in front of her was something I had long dreamed of; the feeling of defiling a goddess was intoxicating.
I moved closer to her, rubbing my engorged penis and pressing it against her lips. Precum dripped from the tip onto her lips. I gently traced circles around the head of my penis, then slipped my fingers between her lips, forcefully parting her teeth. I lowered my hips, and my penis slid into her mouth. A warm, moist, and wonderful electric current immediately shot to my head.
(Ah…this is the tingling sensation that makes a man ecstatic…) I slowly thrust deeper. Hou Fang kept her eyes tightly closed, not uttering a sound. Her face was contorted with the intrusion of the foreign object in her mouth. As
I moved, I caressed her breasts. The fact that a woman nearing 40 had such elastic breasts filled me with a sense of awe, like finding a treasure.
With a little effort, a mound of beautiful flesh filled my palm, and at that moment, I wouldn't let go even for a thousand reasons.
Although she was sleeping soundly, I hoped she would respond, so I increased the pressure of my hand. Her round, soft breasts were deformed beyond recognition in my hands, but she didn't even frown, which made me a little disappointed yet also filled with pleasure.
(What would happen if I were a little rougher?) I was curious, so I reached into her V-neck, pushed open her bra, and pulled out her magnificent breasts. Her fair and large breasts came into view, still bearing the marks of my footing. Her areolas were a little darker, and the nipples of a woman who had breastfed were also a little larger. I thought that besides her son, her husband must also love to touch this place, so blaspheming it would be very enjoyable.
I opened my mouth and began to suckle, my tongue circling around her nipple, which soon became incredibly erect.
My penis, now in her mouth, swelled even more. Unable to resist, I lifted her skirt; her flesh-colored thong clung tightly to her genitals. I loved flesh-colored lingerie; it made her body appear even more sensual, like a layer of camouflage on her skin.
I surveyed my prey, noticing her already moist vulva, the seeping fluid staining that part of her panties a deep brown.
I extended my middle finger and gently pressed it against her clitoris through her panties, slowly circling it. I could smell the woman's scent, a scent of preparation for intercourse.
Her vulva seemed to beckon me. I pulled my penis out of her mouth, spread her legs, and the hidden entrance to her valley was brazenly revealed.
But I hesitated for a moment. Should I just remove her last defense or let her bend over? I didn't think for long. I forcefully turned her around, and the sight of her full buttocks was enough to make my eyes burn.
I then pulled her panties up forcefully, the top of the panties digging deep into her flesh. I could clearly see her dark pubic hair. At this moment, she moved.
"Ugh..." Is it hard to bear? My goddess.
Her slender fingers gripped the sheets. I thought she would regain consciousness soon, but the real show was just beginning.
I put my middle finger in my mouth, moistened it with saliva, and then gently pressed it against the panties at the entrance of
her vagina. My finger then moved up and down along the opening, and Hou Fang's buttocks trembled even more violently. A woman who responds is always better than one who doesn't. I used my finger to hook up the panties that were squeezed together and then released them sharply. The panties bounced back and slapped against her clitoris, and her breathing gradually became heavy.
I repeated the action until her inner thighs stiffened, then I paused for a moment.
"You know, if your husband knew his beautiful wife's... well, you know... " I brought my face close to her thighs, scrutinizing the alluring opening before me
. "It's already so wet it could be enjoyed by many men... wouldn't he feel a different kind of pleasure? Don't you think men subconsciously want their wives to be intimate with other men in front of them?" She didn't answer.
I guessed she couldn't speak yet. Looking into her purse, I found her cell phone, and a very exciting motive flashed through my mind.
I found "husband's" phone number in my contacts and pressed the call button, waiting for a game to begin.
"Beep... beep... Hello, honey, what's up?" I held the cell phone to Hou Fang's lips.
"Say hello to your husband! He'll definitely want to know what you're doing,"
I whispered in her ear.
Then I pulled down her thong, revealing her alluring vulva, glistening with pearls. I brought my face close, taking a deep breath, feeling an unprecedented happiness. The unique, sensual scent of a mature woman filled my nostrils. I extended my tongue, gliding it lightly over her vulva like a boat gliding over water, my tongue tip coated with slippery love juice. Without thinking, I savored her taste.
The smooth, slippery taste of this mature woman was indescribable. I licked upwards at her tightly closed anus, raising goosebumps on her buttocks. Now, the real show was about to begin.
I could no longer be slow and deliberate; I sucked deeply into her vagina, making "slurp, slurp, slurp" sounds. Finally, I gently bit her labia, and Hou Fang's body trembled slightly as she let out a soft "hmm."
"Fang, what's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything...? Hey... hey..." Right now, I wanted her; I wanted her madly.
Before this, I had whispered in her ear, "Beautiful lady, after you taste my cock, you won't want your husband anymore."
Her body tensed; she woke up faster than I expected, but it was all too late.
I turned her over. Her eyes were still closed, but her breathing was heavy. I roughly spread her legs, my glans pressing against her vulva. I hesitated for a moment, then thrust in forcefully. Hou Fang immediately frowned deeply, biting her lower lip to stifle a sound, her body stiffening and arching.
"Ah...so tight..." After my penis was completely inside, I quickly pulled out and then went in again. Now I had become a beast.
An anxious voice came from the other end of the cell phone: "Fang, what's going on? Where are you? Why do I hear a man's voice?" Tears streamed down Hou Fang's face as she struggled to cover her mouth and nose with her hand.
Seeing her desperate attempt to cover it up, I wrapped my arms around her legs and placed them on my shoulders, raising her plump buttocks so I could penetrate deeper. When the head of my penis was almost touching her cervix, she couldn't help but groan, "Ugh... um... it hurts..."
"This... this... you... you shameless woman, what the hell are you doing?" This was truly a unique live show; a large audience wasn't necessary, just one important person was enough.
Hearing her husband's angry rebuke, Hou Fang had recovered most of her composure. She finally opened her eyes, picked up her cell phone, and opened her mouth to say something, but with my penis going in and out of her wet vagina, large beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and she timidly didn't know what to say.
I raised my hand and slapped her round buttocks hard, and she let out a miserable "Ah!"
"Hou Fang! You shameless woman, tell me where you are! Tell me!" "Husband...I...I'm not...it's not what you think...Waaah..." "Damn! You dare to call me after doing this kind of thing? If it's not what I think, then what is it?!" While listening to her conversation with her husband, I thrust into her hole with all my might. She had to suppress the trembling sounds while also trying to free her hands to push away my lower abdomen. During the process, her breasts shook violently in front of her eyes, and her vulva secreted a lot of vaginal fluid. The extra stimulation of intercourse gave her body an incredible pleasure.
I reached out and pinched her nipple, bringing it close to her ear: "I want you to tell him, now! Or I'll pinch it off!" With that, I pinched her nipple even harder.
Hou Fang looked pained, her eyes pleading as she shook her head desperately.
"Or do you want your son to see how a mother plays with a man's vagina?" I had to stop what I was doing to warn her.
A woman can betray her husband, but she cannot lose her dignity as a mother in front of her son.
The reason is simple: a husband can be found again, but a son cannot.
She looked sorrowful, closed her eyes, and turned her head away. After a moment, she opened her eyes, her expression gradually becoming strange and resolute.
Then she put down her cell phone, pressed the hands-free button, and gave me a mysterious look.
"Husband...do you really want to know...what am I doing right now?" "Nonsense! You shameless slut, you...you better tell me the truth!" I forgot that my penis was still inside her hot, wet vagina, and listened to her sexy, seductive voice, urging in my mind (say it...say it...).
"Haven't you always wanted to know...if other men besides you also want to fuck your wife?" So good! She really said it! Now it was my turn to go blank, she really said it! "Oh...didn't you want to know if other men fucking your wife between her legs would feel as good as you?" She not only spoke lewdly, but also licked her lips with her tongue, then cupped her breasts with both hands and slowly rubbed them. I did
n't care how she had changed so much before and after, obviously her son's importance to her had an unexpected effect, and immediately started thrusting wildly.
"Honey... there's a man in front of me... I don't know him... but... but he's roughly spreading my legs and thrusting into your wife's cunt... oh... he's so hard..." Her husband, unusually, didn't say anything.
I continued thrusting my abdomen in and out of his beautiful wife's private parts, thinking that her husband probably wouldn't live to hear her finish.
After a long time, after countless violent intercourses, a weak, faint voice came from the cell phone: "Did he... did he touch your breasts?" "Yes... his hands played with there too... mmm... and..." "...and where else?" "And...and my asshole... oh..." Hou Fang's expression became increasingly chaotic during her conversation with her husband.
"You slut...are you...are you comfortable? What is he doing now?" (Of course, he's fucking your wife hard!) "Ah...inserting..." "Do you like his southern country? Ah..." I noticed her husband's tone was strange, could it be... "...I...I like...um...bigger than yours...darling...what are you...what are you doing now?" This couple's bizarre fetish was an unparalleled aphrodisiac. I pulled out my penis and quickly lifted her up to sit. Hou Fang's plump buttocks swayed in rhythm, and my penis felt incredibly good.
"I...I hold my penis in my hand, imagining you being played with...ah...you're so slutty...slutty..." Our increasingly violent thrusting made "plop plop" sounds.
"Hard...harder, fuck her...I want you to fuck her to death...fuck her to death..." Hou Fang's disheveled hair fell over her shoulders, a stark contrast to the elegant lady she appeared on the street earlier that day. Her arms, wrapped around me, dug deep into my skin, the stinging and tingling sensation irresistible. I probably wouldn't survive today.
Since I was going to die anyway, this was kind of enjoyable. With a determined heart, I cupped Hou Fang's plump buttocks with both hands and frantically thrust up and down for a final sprint.
"Ah...ah ah...husband...I...I'm dying..." "...Oh oh oh...I...me too..." "My hole...is going to pierce..." Ah ah...ah...almost there, almost there! I held her tightly, already, already… “Shoot inside… ah… shoot your thick semen into her uterus… shoot… shoot… shoot ah…” My glans loosened, and my vas deferens twitched, shooting hot semen straight into Hou Fang’s clitoris. She felt it and at the same time reached orgasm, convulsing continuously.
No, it should be said that all three of them reached their peak simultaneously.
"...Ah..." Hou Fang fell backward, lying on the bed panting, completely dazed.
I followed suit, lying on her chest, burying my face between her ample breasts.
It felt like I had just fallen from heaven to hell; I felt like I was dead.
"Her body is quite nice, isn't it..." After some time, Hou Fang's husband said leisurely through his mobile phone.
"Other men's wives always seem the most alluring... Sleeping with someone else's wife is every man's dream, but there won't be a next time."
With that, he ended the call, leaving only the "beep...beep..." sound echoing in the air.
d8888d Reply Content-------------------------------------------------------
Powerful Sex Hole
d8888d Reply Content-------------------------------------------------------
Thanks for sharing
d8888d Reply Content-------------------------------------------------------
Wonderful!! So good!!
d8888d Reply Content-------------------------------------------------------
Good morning everyone
d8888d Reply Content-------------------------------------------------------
Thanks for sharing
d8888d Reply Content-------------------------------------------------------
Thanks for sharing
d8888d Reply Content-------------------------------------------------------
Thanks to share

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/170934.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=170934&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : A 39-year-old hot mom...

Next Page : Two mature female neighbors

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Fun before a threesome

comment Open a new window to view comments