Tonight, my wife belongs to someone else.

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After dropping the kids off at their grandparents' house, my wife and I took advantage of the company's compensatory day off to relax at home. We each sat on the sofa reading our favorite books. My wife's armchair allowed her to recline comfortably, her legs crossed.
Seeing her wearing only shorts with her legs on her ankles, I was relieved to find that the shape of her legs hadn't changed since I met her—they were still so shapely and smooth. I was immediately attracted to her beautiful legs when we first met, which made me wonder if I had a leg fetish. But her 164cm height wasn't just about her beautiful legs; her alluring, mature face became even more stunning with makeup. With her oval face, bright eyes, and cherry lips, her beauty rivaled any star on screen. Even after giving birth, her figure remained enviable, especially since her breasts had noticeably increased by a cup size during childbirth. Due to breastfeeding, her breasts weren't as firm as they were in her youth, becoming slightly softer, but they still swayed and undulated with a bouncy, soft movement that often made passing men's hearts flutter.
She crossed her legs, her hands resting on her flat stomach, reading a foreign romance novel. Her soft breasts were right in front of the book, the push-up bra lifting them upwards—anyone who saw her would want to take a second look.
As I read, I began to fantasize about the scenarios my wife and I had discussed so many times. What a thrilling experience it would be if a stranger were making love to my wife in front of me! During sex, I would always whisper in my wife's ear images of other men thrusting into her. She would cooperate, expressing her deepest, wildest desires. Enjoying the pleasures of sex with a young, handsome foreign man was her last line of defense against moral constraints. She would be held in my arms, cherished, and caressed. Imagine
a handsome foreign man meeting a married woman in a foreign land. The woman is ultimately conquered; all morals and norms crumble overnight. In the dark room, the foreign man penetrates her private parts, sometimes gently, sometimes violently, and she unreservedly enjoys being teased by the foreign man, making the wildest physical movements.
Of course, all of this is something we secretly share in our passion; the chances of it happening in real life are extremely slim. As I was immersed in this fantasy, without thinking, I suggested to my beautiful wife that since the children weren't home tonight, why not take this opportunity to rekindle our old passion? Let's meet at a pub we used to frequent, leave behind the pressures of real life, and enjoy some quality time together tonight.
My wife, of course, gladly accepted the long-awaited invitation. Having not been to such an event in a while, she was filled with anticipation and had been browsing her wardrobe for the evening. Having been a wife and mother for some time, she felt unfamiliar with her old party attire. She took out several dresses she used to wear but hesitated to wear them, reasoning that they were too sexy or revealing and might accentuate any areas she wasn't happy with.
I, on the other hand, was very confident in her figure. Therefore, while she tried on clothes, I offered my opinions and admired her shapely figure. I constantly encouraged her, letting her know that her figure was the envy of many women and the object of many men's drooling. I told her that since she had a rare opportunity to wear these clothes out, she shouldn't be shy; she'd only be back in a few hours, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
Gradually, she gained confidence, let down her guard, and put on the light, floral cotton dress I had chosen for her. The skirt slit up to about mid-thigh—not too revealing, but enough to spark the imagination. Her chest was adorned with a deep V-neck, a third of her breasts squeezed into a deep cleavage by her lace bra. The soft mounds of flesh rippled with every movement, and from the cleavage up to her collarbone and slender neck, her skin was incredibly firm. The small sapphire pendants hanging from her chest complemented her flawless figure.
With dark red nail polish and nude stiletto heels, we embarked on a rare private retreat in the dazzling night.
We arrived at our usual pub, already bustling with customers, filled with the noise of foreigners raising their glasses and couples embracing intimately. Yes, my daydreams had driven my inner demons, and I had brought my wife back to this place, to indulge our fantasies in this establishment with its high proportion of foreigners, allowing us to experience something similar to what we had imagined.
To foreigners, Chinese women are often perceived as having slender, shapely figures with long, beautiful legs. Compared to their taller stature, the women here appear much smaller. Most of the women who frequent this shop seem to admire these imported beauties.
When I opened the door for my wife, many eyes immediately fell on her. Her high heels clicked lightly on the floor, and with each elegant step she took, she attracted even more attention. The shop's lights seemed to sway with every movement of her hips.
Honestly, my wife was one of the most attractive women in the shop. Most of the other women were heavily made up and dressed extravagantly, but my wife wore only light makeup. Her elegant and fresh demeanor was enough to outshine all the other women.
We found a seat at the bar, and my wife ordered a cocktail. Even the bartender, when handing her the drink, glanced at her a couple of times and asked if she had been here before. My wife simply smiled gently and replied that it had been a long time.
The music was loud, and the patrons were noisy. We all had to lean forward and raise our voices to talk to each other. After so many years with my wife, perhaps it was the alcohol, but the initial flutter of attraction we felt upon our first meeting resurfaced tonight. Her attire constantly ignited a fire within me. Nearby patrons hovered around us, all wanting a glimpse of my wife's beauty, her sexy outfit, and her striking presence. Their eyes inevitably lingered on her cleavage and soft breasts, then drifted down to her curves; her high heels made her long legs look even more alluring.
After a few cocktails, my wife gradually became accustomed to the stares. Her body swayed gently to the lively hip-hop music, her V-neck barely concealing her inner beauty, attracting even more attention with each movement.
Just as we stopped talking and were enjoying the music and the intoxication of the alcohol, a handsome foreign man suddenly appeared beside her, trying to strike up a conversation. The foreigner greeted my wife in his limited Chinese. She simply turned around and nodded in response, her V-neck revealing a glimpse of her figure. After a few words, the foreigner offered to buy her a drink, but my dear wife politely declined, citing my presence, and turned to me to recount this fleeting encounter. "
He's my type," my wife said, squinting her eyes. "
Then chat with him a little longer," I replied. "
Wouldn't that be inappropriate?
It's alright, you don't often have the chance to meet handsome foreign men who flirt with you, and I'm right here, so you don't need to worry." "
That's exactly why it's strange!" my wife said, blushing. "
So, should I leave and leave you alone? Haha!" I joked.
My wife found it amusing; after so many years away from the world, she was still able to be flirted with by a handsome man, her charm undiminished. She was quite happy.
Under the influence of alcohol, my hands gradually became restless, occasionally caressing my wife's thighs and waist. My wife seemed aroused, gently rubbing her calves against my knees. In the midst of our drunken revelry, I secretly nibbled on my wife's earlobe while whispering in her ear, my tongue lightly brushing against the folds of her ear. She got goosebumps all over, one hand gripping my thigh, her head tilted to the side, her eyes closed in pure bliss.
I think many people present must have seen it all. What was supposed to be a private moment in the bedroom was now unfolding in front of the bar. Our illicit affair made many people stare at my wife more openly. Her chest heaved, her thighs rubbing slightly, drawing everyone's attention to her aroused body.
I occasionally placed my hand on my wife's waist, stroking it up and down. She didn't resist, enjoying my teasing. I deliberately pressed lightly against the side of her breasts, revealing a deeper cleavage. My wife also placed her slender hand, adorned with her wedding ring, on my thigh, intentionally or unintentionally rubbing against the inside of my thigh, even restlessly brushing against my already swollen crotch a few times.
We were engrossed in playing our little games at the bar, completely oblivious to our surroundings. We'd both had quite a bit to drink, and were already slightly tipsy and flushed. We were ready to leave and go home to continue our night.
So after paying the bill, I got up to go to the restroom, while my wife sat alone, head tilted back, eyes closed, holding a wine glass and listening to music.
Only a few minutes later, when I came out of the restroom, I saw the handsome foreign guy who had been chatting with my wife earlier sitting next to her. He really wasn't giving up. Watching them talk, I suddenly had a strange feeling. Wasn't this the scene from my dreams?
I don't know where I got the courage, but instead of heading towards the bar, I chose to move towards a more crowded area, taking this opportunity to fulfill my voyeuristic fantasy.
In the darkness, I saw the foreign guy using his flirting skills, skillfully using body language to chat and laugh with my wife, sometimes leaning close to her cheek to whisper in her ear, while my wife shyly lowered her head and nodded repeatedly. He ordered a drink for himself and my wife. My wife seemed to be enjoying this romantic encounter. Her hazy yet alluring eyes were fixed on the handsome man before her. She twirled her newly poured glass of wine in one hand and tousled
a strand of hair behind her ear with the other, clearly radiating her attraction to the good-looking guy. As they talked, the foreign man seemed to be getting closer and closer to my wife. When she turned around to taste her drink, the foreigner took the opportunity to look her up and down, his expression full of admiration, as if he wanted to devour her on the spot.
His body language became increasingly restless; his knee deliberately brushed against my wife's thigh, and his hand on the bar slowly moved closer to her arm. My wife seemed to sense his intentions and furtively glanced towards the restroom, presumably looking for me. But suspiciously, when she didn't see me, her face hesitated for a moment, then relaxed. Was she also enjoying my absence?
Perhaps due to nervousness, my wife drank her beverage quickly. The handsome foreign man ordered another drink for each of them. This time, the stranger mustered his courage and gently placed his hand, which had been on the bar, on my wife's upper arm. My wife straightened her body but didn't resist. Knowing he had her consent, the man lightly touched the back of his hand against her skin. His other hand wasn't idle either, his fingers constantly wandering between her knees. He spoke intimately, teasing her in her ear, making her giggle frequently.
Just as my wife was about to succumb to the foreign man's advances, it was time for her husband to step in and rescue her. As I decided to interrupt this romantic encounter, my wife's actions left me momentarily at a loss, hesitating whether to continue forward and snatch my wife back from the foreigner.
While the man was caressing my wife's arm, my wife's other hand was placed on the handsome man's wrist, her wedding ring sparkling, her palm pressed against a stranger's hand. The foreign man whispered in his wife's ear again, but it was now impossible to tell whether he was speaking or kissing her ear. The earlobe I had just kissed was now on another man's lips. His wife tilted her head, her eyelashes drooping, her lips slightly parted, her expression one of utter ecstasy.
The handsome man grew bolder; his hand, which had been on her arm, moved behind her back. He gently embraced his wife, continuing to rub against her ear, while his hands lightly massaged her shoulders and neck. His wife lifted her left leg, changing her leg position, her fingertips resting on the handsome man's knee. The foreign man looked down at her; the deep V-neck could no longer conceal much skin, and her ample breasts seemed to burst forth with her breathing.
Because his wife had changed her posture, the neckline of her dress shifted slightly to one side, unexpectedly revealing the bra strap of her black bra. My wife, of course, couldn't notice. When the man did, he subtly pushed the bra strap inside her clothes, making her blush even more. No other man had ever been intimate with her since their marriage, and tonight, in public, a foreign man had touched her body and even adjusted her bra.
I felt it would be too much if I didn't show up; I couldn't just disappear without a trace. So I walked towards them. My wife noticed me first, casually withdrawing her hand and straightening her posture slightly, quietly informing them that her husband was home. Surprisingly, the handsome man nodded back to me generously. I smiled without a hint of hostility and apologized to my wife for being in the restroom.
My wife then introduced me to the man. He seemed quite gentlemanly, not timid at all, and generously complimented my wife's beauty. My wife, now shy, lowered her head. We chatted with him at the bar for a while. My wife and I faced him, my hands occasionally wandering over her waist and thighs, making the foreign man's heart itch. This handsome guy was quite talkative and chatted with us cheerfully. He even offered to let us continue our drink and chat somewhere else.
Being a man myself, I understood the implication behind his suggestion. Was our sexual fantasies about to come true tonight? I didn't answer, looking at my wife, waiting for her to personally reject the handsome man's temptation. My wife's eyes flickered between me and the foreigner.
To my surprise, she said, "We've had too much to drink. Let's find a place to rest and chat."
I looked at her with surprise, but she didn't seem to back down and prepared to get up.
The handsome foreigner was overjoyed, immediately paid for the drinks, didn't give us change, and followed us out of the store.
In the taxi, I kept replaying the situation in my mind and what was about to happen. This was something I could never have predicted when I left home. My wife sat beside me, her arms linked with mine. I looked at her questioningly again. She smiled calmly at me with slightly tipsy eyes, then leaned on my shoulder until we reached our destination.
It was a very ordinary hotel, the kind you see everywhere in the city. The three of us got the room key. The corridor felt incredibly long, and nothing felt real from head to toe.
Once in the room, we opened the beers we'd just bought at the convenience store downstairs. Supposedly to liven things up, it was really just to give us courage. After a round of drinks, everyone relaxed. Although my wife and the foreign man weren't as close as they'd been in a bar, their thighs brushing against each other seemed perfectly normal.
Half an hour passed like this, and no one seemed inclined to make any move. As the husband, I felt I should step in and close the distance further.
While chatting, I leaned close to my wife's back, put my arms around her, and kissed her neck. The man didn't hide anything either, his eyes fixed on my wife's body as he continued chatting with her. He mustered his courage and took my wife's hand, gently playing with her fingers and massaging her arm.
I could feel my wife's breathing becoming more rapid. After all, it wasn't every day that a foreigner would handle her hand like that. She seemed embarrassed to move, sitting on the sofa and letting the two men serve her. So, to ease my wife's embarrassment and awkwardness, I left again and went to the bathroom. I left the door slightly ajar, allowing my wife a rare romantic encounter.
I observed my darling wife's every move from behind the half-closed door. She gazed at the handsome man with shy eyes, her head bowed. He met her gaze deeply, staring at her for a full minute before slowly approaching her, gently lifting her chin, and planting a deep kiss on her cheek.
It had been so many years since another man had kissed my wife's beautiful face. This kiss made her cheeks flush again. The foreign man pressed his advantage, repeatedly leaving brief but passionate kisses on her face. He didn't miss a single spot—her nose, eyelids, forehead, ears, and neck all bore his marks.
Finally, he cupped his wife's face in his hands and gently touched her full, red lips to his own. Like lightning, all taboos crumbled instantly. Their lips, sticky and inseparable like caramel, met in a passionate kiss, their tongues seemingly exploring each other's deepest desires as their heads moved.
Even though his wife was pounding inside, I could feel her entire body below her neck was out of control. Perhaps the passion had made her too tense, causing her limbs to stiffen, allowing the handsome man to hold her body. The handsome man was also skilled at flirting, gently tracing his fingers along his wife's back and waist, occasionally taking her hand and intertwining their fingers. Perhaps with some soothing effect, his wife's hands gradually responded, lightly grasping his wrist.
The foreigner casually placed his hand on his wife's thigh. The warmth of his palm seemed to comfort her smooth skin as he gently rubbed it up and down. His thumb secretly slipped under her skirt, slowly pushing it up to reveal more of her thigh. This caused her to press her legs tightly together, her eyes tightly shut.
Their passionate kiss continued, and his wife seemed to enjoy the foreign lips. The man then moved his hand from the outside of her thigh upwards, caressing her waist and appreciating her curves. His restless fingers continued their ascent, touching the side of her bra. His wife felt a jolt again, straightening her back, inhaling, and her breasts appeared even more beautiful.
As his wife took a deep breath and lifted her chest, the handsome man skillfully cupped her breasts with both hands. He didn't apply pressure, but gently cupped them with his large hands. Her already sexy cleavage now revealed half of her breasts, and her fair skin drew the foreigner's gaze, who exclaimed how beautiful she was.
He lifted her breasts, unable to resist burying his face in her cleavage, frequently sucking on her exposed breasts, leaving hickeys on her delicate skin, her entire chest turning bright red from the kisses. Unable to resist the stimulation, his wife wrapped her arms around the handsome man's head, her slender fingers weaving through her brown curly hair, her mouth and nose emitting soft, rapid, pleasurable breaths. His wife tilted her head back, letting her hair fall freely down her back, and only then did I notice the numerous red marks left by the foreigner on her neck.
The handsome man pulled his wife's hands to stand up, his hands leaving her full breasts, and their lips met again, even more passionately than before. The handsome man, through his thin dress, caressed his wife's buttocks with both hands, occasionally pinching them lightly. Because of his skillful technique, the dress, already pulled up, rode even higher, revealing the sexy curve where her buttocks met her thighs. He deliberately pushed the dress up further so his hands could firmly grasp his wife's alluring buttocks.
His advantage was his lack of haste; he gently and tenderly enjoyed the foreplay with his wife, both immersed in passionate abandon. His wife seemed to have completely surrendered, shifting from passive to active, kissing and caressing him intensely. He hadn't seen his wife so passionate and proactive in years.
The foreigner bent down and lifted his wife, carrying her towards the bed. Their passionate kiss continued until she sat on the edge of the bed, at which point he released her, gazing deeply into her eyes, his hands resting on her waist. The foreigner quietly asked her a question, and his wife shyly nodded. He then slowly lifted her dress, revealing her abdomen and breasts, before removing it from her raised hands. All that remained to cover her were her nude high heels, black thong, bra, and the sapphire necklace I had given her. She instinctively covered her abdomen with her hands. The foreigner
then moved her hands away, admiring the perfect wife's body. He then removed his own shirt and trousers. When he took off his underwear, a penis, like something out of an adult film, sprang out in front of us. It wasn't ridiculously large, but it was definitely much larger than the average Asian man's, and it wasn't fully erect yet. His wife stared at
it intently. The foreigner, quite generously, took his wife's hand and placed it on his penis. His wife played with it with great interest, probably because she didn't often have the chance to encounter something so large. Then, she obediently used her fingers to stroke his penis.
The foreigner, eyes closed, enjoyed his wife's touch, and she obediently returned the touch. Only then did she have a chance to glance at the bathroom. She saw me watching this stimulating adult show from the doorway, and shyly made a face. Her expression was a mixture of apology and pleasure, a complex mix of emotions written all over her face.
Just then, the handsome man's hand stroked her cheek, gently pushing his penis towards her lips. While she watched me, the foreigner put his penis into her mouth.
Swallowing the whole thing was impossible; she only put the glans in her mouth and sucked on it. Her oral skills were already unforgettable, and she was especially enthusiastic in front of this stranger, even trying to deep-throat, taking the foreigner's penis inch by inch into her mouth. Of course, it was still too long; even with her eyes closed and trying her best, she could only take in half.
The handsome man held her chin and cheek, rhythmically pushing his penis into her mouth, not with much force, still very gentle with her. I think she enjoyed this treatment, diligently serving the handsome man with her mouth.
After what seemed like an eternity, I moved to the sofa to watch the scene unfold, choosing not to disturb the atmosphere. The handsome man withdrew his penis, ordered his wife to lie down, and then walked to the edge of the bed, easily removing her thong and letting it slide onto her high heels. He grabbed her ankles and lifted them up, bending her knees, kneeling on the carpet, burying his face between her legs, and pressing his lips to her genitals, beginning to pleasure her. His
wife could no longer hold back; her moans rose and fell with the rhythm of his kisses, tinged with a slight nasal tone. Her cries spurred him on even more. From my angle, I could see the extent of his lips and tongue, covering her thighs, labia, vaginal opening, and even her anus. Like savoring a delicious dessert, his face was covered in her juices, the sounds of his sucking and her moans rising and falling, while she kneaded her breasts with both hands and pulled his hair down towards her genitals.
The handsome man's head swayed faster and faster between his wife's legs, while her hips heaved more and more violently. Suddenly, she arched her back and cried out three or four times; I knew she had orgasmed. Her whole body trembled, her eyes and lips tightly closed, savoring the prolonged pleasure of her orgasm.
When the foreigner's face left his wife's private parts, I was shocked to discover that his middle finger was actually inside her anus. It turned out that his two-pronged attack had brought her to orgasm so quickly.
I watched as the foreigner slowly withdrew his finger, climbed onto the bed, pressed himself against his wife's body, and began to French kiss her again.
Usually at home, once my wife orgasms, she has no energy to continue, but at this moment, she was like a different person, enthusiastically accepting the foreigner's second invitation, embracing him as if afraid he would slip away, and returning his kiss with her own lips.
While passionately kissing, her fingers gripped the handsome man's back, leaving deep finger marks on it. The foreigner seemed determined to explore every inch of his wife's skin, from her face and neck to her chest, leaving no part untouched by his saliva. He cupped her beautiful, soft breasts in his hands, circling his tongue around her nipples and areolas, even gently biting her firm nipples with his teeth. His wife tilted her head back and let out a low moan, seemingly finding pleasure in the slight pain of the bites.
Like a little boy, the handsome man held her breasts tightly in his mouth, his hands freely taking from her body. He then inserted his fingers into her vagina, his fingers glistening and translucent. The sounds of his fingers moving in and out, mingled with the sounds of her fluids, suggested that she was ready for a second round.
His wife got up, and the foreigner lay down on the bed. She turned over, kneeling on the bed, and looked at the foreign man's penis. She rubbed it up and down a couple of times, deliberately rubbing her thumb against the glans, and gently touching and pinching the slit of the glans. She then squinted her eyes and gazed playfully at the handsome man.
The foreigner only replied with, "You are so naughty!"
Without another word, he straightened up, cupped his wife's face in his hands, and slowly pressed down. His wife cooperated, gently opening her mouth, her hand still holding his engorged penis, passively taking the foreigner's manhood into her mouth.
Usually at home, when his wife gives him oral sex, he's so comfortable that he closes his eyes half the time, enjoying her perfect oral skills. This was a rare opportunity; I could watch my wife's adorable mouth display its power without interruption, especially with that enormous penis I'd never seen before. My whole body was burning, and words failed me.
So, to get a better view, I moved the chair to the edge of the bed, observing my wife's unbridled night up close. My wife sensed my movement; she just looked at me, one hand on his penis, the other holding his testicles, sucking diligently.
I knew my wife was burning with desire today; all the morals of being a woman and the norms of being a wife had long been forgotten. Like the foreign man, tonight she was driven by only primal wildness, her desire for sex and flesh laid bare.
Right in front of me, my wife was frantically performing the most lewd acts for the man before her. The foreigner, equally unceremoniously, pressed his hands against the back of her head, relentlessly thrusting into her throat. The sounds of her oral sex grew louder and more intense. The foreigner
seemed unable to bear it any longer; he suddenly sat up and embraced my wife, his lips pressed against her wanton mouth, and they began a passionate tongue battle again. They kissed passionately as they fell back onto the bed until my wife lay on the floor. "
I want to fuck you!" the foreigner shouted at my wife. "
Okay," my wife whispered back.
The handsome man grabbed my wife's slender legs, spreading them wide, staring directly at her already soaking wet vulva.
My wife's eyes were fixed on the foreigner, her hands gripping the purple sheets as she watched her legs being spread wide in a V-shape. Her face flushed, her chest heaving, and she shyly turned her head away, yet involuntarily looked back at the foreigner, anticipating yet fearful of what was about to happen.
The foreigner glanced at me, and I nodded to him; he understood.
He first looked deeply into my wife's eyes, then looked down at her alluring vulva between her thighs. He used his hips to raise his penis, the head just touching her glistening labia. It was then that I realized the foreigner wasn't wearing a condom, and my wife hadn't warned him. Perhaps she wanted to experience the sensation of a foreigner's touch tonight and hoped he wouldn't ejaculate inside her.
As the foreigner pressed my wife's thighs down, his hips slowly pushing forward, his thick, long penis silently slid into her vagina.
In that instant, my wife cried out loudly: "Ah…!"
Her brows furrowed, her mouth opened, and her back arched. Her vagina swallowed the foreigner's penis completely, leaving not an inch. All that could be seen was the foreigner's golden pubic hair intertwined with my wife's small tuft of black curly hair, inseparable. Usually, when I entered my wife's vagina, she would cry out that it was already all the way in and that any further thrust would hurt. I never expected that she could accept such a huge thing without any complaints.
With each thrust and withdrawal, I could see that the foreigner's penis was covered with my wife's vaginal fluid, the fixed rhythm bringing out even more fluid, dripping all over the sheets. My wife's legs were also hooked around the foreigner's buttocks, as if this position would make their intercourse even more intimate. The foreign man used his larger hands to tightly grasp my wife's waist, sometimes violently, sometimes gently rocking her back and forth, each time a deep penetration, giving my wife no room to breathe.
My wife, initially unaccustomed to it, gradually developed pleasurable moans. The moans I'd grown accustomed to now sounded even more intense and unforgettable. Her perfect breasts swayed violently with the intense thrusting, almost deforming, her nipples bobbing with each stroke. Whether to steady her breasts or due to physiological needs, she grasped and kneaded them with both hands.
The foreigner, seeing this and knowing his wife's desire, squeezed her breasts with both large hands, like squeezing water balloons, until her breasts were deformed and twisted. Her moans grew louder, seemingly enjoying the foreign man's treatment without feeling any resentment.
Then, the foreigner's touch moved down her chest and abdomen to her pubic area, his fingers rhythmically and gently stroking her clitoris clockwise—her sensitive spot—and her reaction was extremely intense. "
So good! So good!" she moaned, lifting her hips.
And so, the two of them enjoyed their extremely wanton sex, thrusting in and out. The foreigner seemed to have inexhaustible energy. Suddenly, he turned to me and said, "Want to join in?!"
To be honest, I couldn't hold back any longer. When the foreigner said that, I looked at my wife, but she was lost in ecstasy and didn't look at me.
So I walked to the bedside, took off all my clothes, and got on the bed.
The foreigner easily turned my wife over, lifting her buttocks up, and she was on all fours on the bed like a doggy. I climbed to the head of the bed and sat on the pillow. The foreigner and my wife had already started their battle again. My wife's face was right above my penis. After watching this erotic show all night, I couldn't hold back any longer. I cupped my wife's face and brought it close to my throbbing penis.
My wife was a completely different person tonight. I had never seen her so hungry for a penis. She used her beautiful lips and tongue to give me the most pleasurable oral sex of my life. Every thrust was just right in terms of force and depth, as if she was about to swallow my penis whole. Perhaps she no longer saw me as her husband of many years, but rather as another friend of the foreign hunk, which explained her frenzied and lewd behavior.
The foreign hunk thrust forcefully into my wife from behind, causing her body to sway violently back and forth. My penis kept slipping out of her mouth, so I had to hold it in my hand and stroke it up and down. Looking at my wife's unfocused eyes, as if she had taken an aphrodisiac, her face smiling yet constantly moaning loudly, my perfect wife seemed to have regained the youthful vitality she had when she first left school, full of energy.
The foreigner flipped my wife over again, making her lie flat on the bed, her thighs pressed up by him. Because I was so close, I could clearly see my wife's swollen and everted labia. To prepare for tonight's large penis, I saw for the first time how wide my wife's vagina could open, tightly enveloping the foreign penis that was about to enter.
The foreigner made a gesture to me, hoping I would come closer to him. I didn't understand what he meant at first. He said: "Help me open it." It turned out he wanted me to open my wife's vagina even wider so he could penetrate her more easily.
After understanding, I knelt beside my wife, stroking her lower abdomen with both hands, then sliding them down to her genitals. I placed my hands on either side of her labia, applying slight pressure to widen her opening. The foreigner was very excited, increasing the speed of his thrusts. Unexpectedly, I was actually helping the foreigner to spread my wife's vagina open, allowing a strange penis to freely enter and exit.
Stimulated by my hands, my wife screamed even louder, going wild. She squeezed her breasts with both hands, her slender fingers constantly kneading her nipples, shouting: "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Her voice grew more rapid, the tone sharper. Hearing my familiar voice again, her second orgasm was imminent. My wife rhythmically swayed her hips up and down, her moans matching the foreigner's thrusts.
Suddenly, my wife began to scream hysterically, her waist arching high, her whole body as if struck by lightning, her muscles constricting, convulsing, trembling, her limbs stiffening, unable to move.
Her moans and gasps lasted for at least two or three minutes. During this time, the foreigner was fucking his wife with all his might, his hands gripping her waist, while I moved to her breasts and kneaded them forcefully.
The foreigner's thrusting speed increased, and with each in and out, I worried for my wife, afraid that his huge penis would hurt her. Finally, after a powerful thrust, the foreigner suddenly stopped, his hands tightly gripping my wife's waist, his buttocks trembling slightly but continuing to push forward, his eyes closed, groaning softly.
He didn't move.
Once again, the foreigner forcefully pushed his penis into my wife's deepest point, this time accompanied by several rapid shudders. I knew he had ejaculated inside. After her orgasm, my wife's tight vagina gripped the foreigner's swollen penis, squeezing out the last drop of semen into her uterus and vagina.
The two of them were enjoying the tranquility after their orgasm in front of me, the foreigner's penis still inside my wife's vagina, motionless, lying on my wife's chest, listening to each other's heartbeats, kissing passionately.
I think I've accomplished my mission tonight, giving my wife such a profound and unforgettable experience—a dream she's always longed for. Tonight belongs to my wife. I need to go take a cold shower first to calm myself down.
When I came out of the bathroom, they were lying on the bed. I approached them and saw white semen flowing from my wife's vagina, staining her buttocks and the sheets.
"Honey, thank you!" my wife said sincerely. "
Was it good?" I asked her.
"Yes," she said shyly. "
That's good."
"Honey, I love you!
I love you too, wife!" I replied.
The foreigner sat up, looked at me, and said, "Your wife is so beautiful!
Thank you, I'm glad you like her." My reply was odd, but I couldn't think of anything else to say at the moment.
So the three of us chatted in the room for a while, then left the hotel together, exchanging contact information. What happened tonight is definitely still vivid in our minds. As for our next date, let's rest for a few days and think about it then.

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Tonight, my wife belongs to someone else.

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