XYZ's sexual affairs

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I'm X, 31 years old, and I've been married to my wife Y for two years. Y is 28, and we have a daughter who just turned three. When our daughter turned one, my parents took her back to our hometown to take care of her,

which made things easier for us. We got married on the day we had been dating for exactly seven years, so we've had sex for 11 years since we started dating. Let me put it this way: imagine if you guys had sex with a woman for three years, you'd probably have other thoughts, or maybe you'd lose interest.

I considered myself a man of lasting affection, but after marrying Y, I started to feel powerless, or rather, numb. However, I haven't had much of a sex drive, but Y, who's almost 30, is still incredibly horny. Sometimes we have sex once a week, sometimes not even once a month.

Y is a very conservative woman when it comes to sex, but now she's been very considerate, satisfying me in ways she doesn't approve of. For example, she says suggestive things; she lets me drag her to the balcony with the French windows, her large breasts pressed against the window as she moans passionately; we have sex in a car in a secluded place; she takes off her underwear at a karaoke bar and lets me fondle her.

Even the summer before last, when my brother Z and his wife went on vacation, they asked us to water their plants and gave me a key to their house (Z is 35, his wife is 33, a bit older than us).

After that, I dragged Y to Z's house every day to have sex on their bed. There was a large wedding photo of Z and his wife on the wall, and we were having sex on their usual bed. During that time, I dragged Y to Z's house every day. In bed, I would always say to Y, "You little slut, how about I find you a big dick?" At first, Y wouldn't answer, but I could feel her tightening every time I said that.

In the following days, Y gradually responded, saying, "Okay, okay, ah!!! Quick, husband, I want you to find a big dick to fuck me, let him!!!" But afterwards, Y said, "How could you be like that, actually wanting to find someone else's wife." I didn't say anything, only that, "Just to lighten the mood, look at us looking at Z and Z's wife's photos, riding on the battlefields they fought on, how exciting!" Y also thought it was very exciting, and also sensed that I was different from usual, and actually wanted it every day.

In those days, Z's bathroom, shower, living room, sofa, in front of the TV, study, computer desk, dining table, kitchen, and even Z's balcony became our battlefields.

One more day, Z and Z's wife were coming back, and it was the last time we were at Z's house. We went back to their bed, and after the frenzy, Y and I hugged and chatted. When the topic turned to Z's extramarital affairs over the years, which had caused numerous arguments between Z and his wife, Y said harshly, "Z is such a bad man, making his wife heartbroken. What's so great about mistresses? It's so much better to live a peaceful life." The discussion continued, "Z had mistresses because his sex drive was too strong, and he couldn't satisfy his wife after things cooled down, so he went out to find mistresses, even 'mistresses 4, 5,'" Y said. "There are other ways to deal with a strong sex drive, and besides, he has his wife, so he can just go to her when he wants to." "That's fine, but you know they've been dating, married, and together for over ten years now. After doing it for so long, won't they get tired of it?" "But didn't Z also have mistresses before they got married?" I said. "That's because Z's sex drive was too strong!" Y snorted in strong disagreement.

Afterwards, we went to the bathroom to clean ourselves. I lathered Y with shower gel, and my hands began to wander, climbing up and down her breasts, kneading them incessantly. Then, I pressed my hand between her buttocks, moving it up and down with the lubrication of the shower gel. Y closed her eyes, her left hand reaching up to touch mine, while her right hand slipped between her legs, slowly massaging.

I whispered in Y's ear, "Z will be back tomorrow. It'll be harder for us to come here again." "Isn't it the same doing it at home? Why come here?!" "Hehe, you little slut, you're not telling the truth. You've been acting differently these past few days," I teased. After a slight hesitation, Y whispered, "It's really exciting here. It's where Z and Z's wife live every day. Everywhere here is covered in my juices. It's so exciting! Especially that day at the dining table, when you were fucking me, I was thinking about how Z and Z's wife sit there eating every day. It felt like they were watching us. It was so embarrassing!" I felt excited too. Y continued, "That time I came twice. Usually, it's only once. But if you had held on a little longer that day, I would have come again right away!"

Without hesitation, I immediately grabbed Y and walked to the dining table. I ran back to get a towel and laid it on the table, then carried Y to the table. "Let's continue. Let Z and Z's wife see how I fuck this little slut."

After saying that, I pulled out two dining chairs and made a gesture of invitation, cupping my fists and saying, "Z, Z's wife, please sit down. You should watch carefully how I fuck this little slut, Y!"

Y didn't dare open her eyes, her cheeks flushed, and she didn't speak. I used both hands to lift Y's legs, which were lying on the dining table, and dragged her to a suitable position (I'm 1.85 meters tall, and standing on the ground, I was directly facing Y's already overflowing, shower gel-stained area).

I squeezed in without any resistance and started thrusting, gradually increasing the speed.

"Is it good, you little slut? Is it good? Z and Z's wife are watching me on their dining table."

"Ah, ah... good, husband, husband, I love you, faster, faster, almost, almost, faster..."

As I gradually increased the speed, Y's eyes widened, her hands tightly gripping her breasts, her body slightly stiffening and contracting, like a balloon about to burst, anticipating the pleasure of the explosion.

"Hey, I'm not your husband, I'm Z. Your husband is tired and went to rest over there. Let me come here! Fuck, you little slut. Tell me, is Z fucking you good?"

I growled, pushing my luck. About two seconds after I finished yelling, Y's pupils suddenly dilated, and she cried out in a daze, "Ah, ah, ah, Z wants me, ah... ooh... ooh..." Her

contractions tightened further, letting me know Y had reached her climax. I immediately thrust my entire length, like an iron rod, into her, and stopped.

As Y slowly relaxed, she gasped for breath, her penis throbbing and contracting, sucking on mine.

"Husband, husband, ha... how could you, how could you let Z fuck me, oh..." Y cooperated with me.

I leaned down, "Come on," Y instinctively wrapped her arms around my neck, I thrust my hips forward, picked Y up, and carried her towards the bedroom. As we walked, her penis throbbed slightly.

Y, her face flushed, blinked at me and said, "Z, what are you going to do?"

Her provocative words were irresistible. I quickened my pace, pressed Y onto Z's bed, and thrust into her. "What do you think, you little slut, Y? Tell me, what is Z going to do? Tell me, what is Z doing?"

"I don't know, ah... I don't

know." "Don't know? Haha, look, where's Z's big dick?"

"Inside my cunt, ah, Z, Z is fucking me! Husband, Z is in my little cunt, Z is fucking me, husband, how could you let Z fuck me? How..."

I thrust even more wildly, penetrating deeply each time, calling her name. "Roar! Roar! Y, am I fucking you right in front of your husband? Is my dick bigger or your husband's? Who fucks me better?"

"Ah, that feels good! Your penis is the same size as X's, but you don't feel as good as my husband's, ah... ah..." Y replied teasingly.

I paused slightly, slightly disappointed, pulled out my penis, jumped off the bed, flipped Y over, made her kneel beside the bed, and raised her plump buttocks. I swirled it in her mouth, then slowly inserted it. It was already dripping onto the sheets. I didn't go deep, but inserted halfway, slowly moving it left and right. Y twisted and leaned back, wanting me to go deeper.

"What? I don't feel as good as your husband's, huh?"

Y didn't speak, just kept twisting.

Then, I began to thrust nine shallow times followed by one deep one. Each time I penetrated, Y let out a joyful, lewd cry, but Y stubbornly refused to give in.

I knew Y was as stubborn as a mule, so I said, "Y... Y!"

"Hmm?" Y responded.

"Was it good?"

"Hmm..."

Seeing that Y was gradually sobering up and no longer as frenzied as before, I reluctantly thrust deeper and faster each time, ejaculating deep inside her.

But I didn't feel the same pleasure as before.

Holding Y, whose rapid breathing was slowly calming down, I asked, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" "What do

you think?"

"Um... I just suddenly feel like this isn't good," Y said, blushing.

I tried to reason with her, saying, "Look, we have a very good relationship with Z's family. For the sake of their family harmony, and to prevent Z from going out and looking for '345' again, you can have sex with Z. It satisfies my need for excitement, satisfies your own needs, and also satisfies Z's sexual desire. Isn't that a win-win-win situation?"

Y strongly disagreed with this idea. "Since our two families are so close, if I had sex with Z, it would be extremely awkward. I wouldn't be able to face Z's wife afterwards. And what if other people find out?"

"So what if other people find out? What does it have to do with them! I agree to everything. Who are they? Why should they care about my business? Even if they do find out, I don't care. What are you afraid of?"

Y looked at me. "Even if you don't care, how am I supposed to face Z when we come to his house or meet him normally? It would be so awkward. What if Z's wife finds out? Wouldn't she go crazy?"

"Z's wife knows? She can't possibly know. Even if she did, I'll be responsible for persuading her. Z goes out to see other women regularly, and he even contracted a disease once before. Z's wife knows that, and they always argue about it. Why don't they just get a divorce? It's because Z's wife loves Z, so she can only endure it and tacitly accept it, as long as she doesn't find out. She doesn't care. As long as Z still loves her, that's enough. Look, last time Z's wife found out, she didn't even argue with Z's brother."

After saying some useless things, we cleaned the whole room, but the stains of semen on the sheets were still faintly visible. Z will be back tomorrow, so there's no way to wash it today. Otherwise, without an excuse, we'll just have to leave it like this.

I tried to persuade Y many times afterward, but she still couldn't accept my idea.

But I told Y that I consider myself a good man and wouldn't go out to find other women for excitement. I could only think from Y's perspective, letting her experience the sex of other men besides me, thus stimulating my sexual desire for her. I know 99.9% of men couldn't accept this idea, but I love her and don't want her to be sad because I have other women. My views on sex are very open; as long as Y doesn't betray me emotionally, I can accept Y having sex with other men. Y asked me if I wanted to sleep with Z's wife. I solemnly told her it was impossible. Although I really liked Z's wife's lips, it wasn't to the point where I wanted to sleep with her. I also told Y that if Z's wife found out, I would persuade her, and then she could serve that macho Z with Z's wife. Y still couldn't accept that situation.

Since that's the case, I decided to let Y experience the pleasure that other men bring her first.

She can't accept having sex with Z, so let's take it slow.

Our lives returned to their previous state, and often we didn't have sex for a whole month.

Four months before Y's birthday last year, I had a deep conversation with her, explaining our current sex life. She also felt there was a problem.

Since there was a problem, we needed to solve it.

I suggested that on Y's birthday, I take her to a women's club to experience some pleasure. Of course, going to a club was because it's relatively safe, and it wouldn't involve emotions, so Y wouldn't feel too guilty. Also, when Y and I watched porn together before, she was particularly interested in certain films—a subconscious expression of her wanting to experience that feeling, but unfortunately, I, X, don't have the ability.

I told Y that I didn't mind, and even wholeheartedly supported her experiencing that ultimate sexual pleasure, so I wanted to take her to a women's club to experience the ultimate pleasure of a spa.

After receiving my affirmative answer, Y decided she could accept this wild experience, but only if she regained her pre-pregnancy figure; otherwise, she wouldn't have confidence. Haha, of course, I gladly agreed to this condition.

Three months passed. During those three months, without any prompting from me, Y consciously ate less and exercised more, quickly regaining her figure. I knew deep down she wanted to experience that feeling again.

After regaining her figure, Y didn't receive any "nourishment" from me for the next month, making it four months without it.

I had told Y before that after she was "fucked" by a masseuse at the club, I would experience what it was like to be "fucked" by another man.

The night before Y's birthday, I teased her, telling her my fantasies about the next day. Y was incredibly wet down there, but I gritted my teeth and didn't penetrate her. I even went to the bathroom in the middle of the night to ejaculate, and Y came after I fell asleep.

The next day, I drove to the club I had contacted beforehand—I can't mention the name here, of course, because some of our friends are still involved in online activities, and if they see this article, they might associate it with us.

Before leaving, Y dressed up carefully, even wearing transparent underwear, applying light makeup, and carefully selecting a dress. But why was she so nervous now? I reassured Y, telling her not to worry, and instructed her on what to say upon entering the club, what services she wanted, and that once in the room, she should just follow the technician's instructions.

I had contacted the club extensively after obtaining Y's consent, of course, posing as her; the club doesn't accept male services.

As the long journey progressed, Y gradually calmed down.

I took Y to the club, kissed her trembling lips, and told her I loved her, solemnly declaring, "I love you!" Y, feeling more at ease, slowly walked towards the club.

After spending over three hours in the car, my heart pounding with anxiety (do you know how anxious I was?), Y returned to the car, her cheeks flushed, looking quite weak.

I then eagerly drove to the nearby hotel I had already booked. On the way, I asked Y how it felt, how good it was.

Upon arriving at the hotel, I impatiently left a deposit and rushed into the room.

As soon as I entered the room, I locked the door and forcefully kissed her reddened lips. I stripped off the few pieces of clothing she wore, threw her onto the bed, and shoved my tongue into her mouth. My right hand moved down, expertly inserting my middle finger into her already wet and slightly loose vagina.

After five or six minutes of caressing, I trembled slightly as I removed my last remaining garment, mounted her, and thrust in, feeling the tight, taut sensation.

I pumped wildly, roaring, "Is it good to be fucked? How many times did he fuck you? Is it good? How many men fucked you?" That unusual sensation gave me a strange thrill; the contractions and releases were clearly a reaction of extreme excitement. In less than two minutes, I roared and ejaculated into the depths that had been ravaged by another man. We held

each other tightly, each spurt of fluid filling that depths.

She hadn't reached climax, but she didn't seem disappointed.

After calming down slightly, I asked her about the details of what happened after she left me.

What followed was what Y told me, 90% of which was her account, and 10% was my imagination.

Y entered the club and, led by the receptionist, shakily walked to the front desk. Her voice trembling, she told the receptionist she wanted a VIP spa treatment. The receptionist calmly explained the pricing and arranged a room for her, which was then led to by a staff member.

After making tea, the staff member asked Y, "Miss, do you know any masseuses?"

After receiving a negative answer, I asked, "What are your requirements for the masseuse?"

Y timidly told me her requirements, "I want someone strong and sunny, is that okay?"

"Of course, our club can fulfill any customer's request,"

the attendant replied. She was told to shower first, and the clothes for the spa were at the bathroom door.

After showering, Y put on the disposable underwear and towel provided by the club, and soon there was a knock on the door.

The attendant led eight sun-kissed masseuses, dressed only in tight-fitting clothes, into the room for her to choose from.

My wife, blushing, sat on the edge of the bed and chose a handsome young man with well-developed muscles. The attendant then led the other seven out of the room, closing the door behind them.

My wife told me that she chose him because the others weren't her type, or their physiques were too strong and somewhat intimidating; this one wouldn't be too aggressive, and he was more agreeable.

The young man went over, locked the door, returned, lit aromatherapy, and played some soft music.

Then, she solemnly introduced herself, "My surname is H, you can call me Xiao H. You chose the Supreme Spa, and I'm honored to have chosen me. I will definitely make you satisfied. If there's anything you're not satisfied with, please let me know."

Xiao H then took out a notebook and walked to the puzzled Y, showing it to her. It turned out to be this week's medical examination report. Y flipped through it with surprise and found that all the indicators were within the normal range (the medical examination report showed the normal range). Y became even more convinced of the safety of this high-end club. Looking at the various medical examination items, Y became even more shy, because all the items were related to sex.

Xiao H then had Y lie face down on the bed.

Y was wearing underwear underneath a bath towel. Little H reached out and touched Y's exposed skin, then began to prepare essential oils. He did so casually, unlike his previous serious tone when introducing the oils he had formulated. He told Y that the oils were perfectly tailored to her skin condition and asked her how he should address her. Y told Little H the prepared response, "My surname is L, you can just call me Sister L."

Chatting easily with Little H, Y gradually relaxed.

Then Little H applied the essential oil to his palm, rubbed his hands together, and skillfully and gently placed his oil-covered hands on Y's neck. While chatting, Little H told Y he wanted to untie the bath towel for a back massage, to which Y softly hummed in agreement. Enjoying this boundless relaxation, she slowly and completely unfurled her confidence. Slowly, H's hands moved to Y's buttocks, sometimes gently, sometimes forcefully, caressing Y's full hips. Y tensed up slightly, and H sensed this, telling her to relax and enjoy life. Moving down her buttocks, H pressed on her thighs, and Y tensed up again as H's hands occasionally brushed against her beautiful cleft, bringing a subtle, stimulating pleasure, but without going deep. Slowly, Y began to breathe heavily.

However, not long after, H's hands moved down to her calves, and Y's tense muscles slowly relaxed again. But a feeling of disappointment, like ants gnawing at her heart, lingered. After

massaging her calves, H told Y to turn over and lie flat. Y readily rolled over and lay down, pulling up the towel covering her body.

H started from her neck again. When her hands moved down, reaching inside the towel to the edge of her breasts, they made intermittent advances towards her breasts. At this point, H said to Y, "Sister L, this is... you need to take off this bra."

Y hummed in agreement and closed her eyes.

Little H gently lifted the bath towel and tossed it aside, then tore open the paper bra. He immediately placed his hands on Y's breasts, slowly kneading and squeezing them. Y's nipples became erect. He reluctantly left her breasts after ten minutes.

Because his wife Y's breasts were very full, almost a D cup, Little H greedily enjoyed the soft touch.

His hands moved down her abdomen. This time, Little H didn't ask Y, directly tearing open the paper bra and pressing it against Y's pubic bone.

Y let out a soft moan and tensed up. Little H kneaded her pubic bone for about two or three minutes before continuing to lower his hands.

"Ugh..."

Little H covered Y's vulva with his palm, kneading it with his entire hand. Y's legs parted slightly to welcome the pleasure.

Little H slowly kneaded, and Y occasionally suppressed her moans. After about ten minutes, Y's vulva slowly enlarged, and her body began to writhe.

At the opportune moment, H inserted his index and middle fingers into the already overflowing vulva. The instant his fingers entered, Y trembled uncontrollably and screamed.

"Ah...ah...husband...ah..."

H's fingers continued to probe and dig. After about five or six minutes, H leaned close to the already dazed Y's ear and whispered ambiguously, "Sister L, which way do you want me to do it? Sister L can choose to continue like this, or let me use my body."

Y, relying on the last shred of reason, said, "Use your hand." (His wife was conservative after all; even at this point, she didn't really want to have sex with someone else.) H hesitated for a moment after hearing this, then his two fingers began to twitch rapidly. Y screamed, her right hand unconsciously reaching into H's vulva, who was lying on her right side, and tightly grasping his thick, iron-like penis.

"Ah...huff...ah...faster...faster! Faster!"

A few minutes later, Y reached her climax. She gasped for breath.

H's hand stopped, but did not pull it out, moving very slowly.

H held Y close, kissing her earlobes and buds repeatedly.

Y slowly calmed down, then H's hand began to move again, and Y, who had almost calmed down, started panting rapidly again.

About ten minutes later, Y, having abandoned everything, shouted, "Quick, quick, quick, use your big cock to fuck me, fuck me! Fuck me! Ah..."

H didn't hesitate at all, using his other hand to pull away his already taut penis, which sprang out, and slightly turned his body.

H placed it on Y's lips, his right hand digging and probing it incessantly. Y, her eyes glazed, opened her lips and took it into her mouth, stroking it up and down.

After a few minutes, H withdrew, turned his body back, pulled out his right hand, and rubbed it against her, and Y gradually became frenzied.

“Yours is so big, so big, bigger than my husband’s, please! Ah…”

Little H smiled slightly upon hearing this, then thrust all the way in, casually grabbing a pillow and placing it under Y’s buttocks, stimulating Y’s G-spot at an angle, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes left, sometimes right.

After about half an hour, after Y had three more intense thrusts, he became frantic, his speed almost like dogs mating, each time stimulating Y’s tip, a spot her husband hadn’t focused on.

Feeling waves of tingling and fullness she had never experienced before, Y suddenly cried out, “No!!! Don’t!!! Stop! Stop! Stop… I can’t take it anymore, ah… I need to pee! Ah… Stop it now! Ah… Stop it now!!!”

Y refused verbally, but her arms didn’t loosen their grip on Little H.

Little H, experienced and unfazed, ignored it all and continued his frenzied pursuit. Semen splattered everywhere, the sounds of flesh colliding echoed. Y's eyes widened, her upper body arched upwards, her hands loosening, kneading her breasts while screaming, "Ah...ah...stop! Stop...ah..."

A few seconds later, with Y's hysterical cries, "Ah...ah...ah...husband...husband...ah..." Little H was forced out of her body, and at the same time, clear semen gushed from her vulva like a urethra. Little H also straddled Y's upper body, the semen spraying all over Little H's back, mixing with sweat and dripping down onto Y's abdomen.

Simultaneously, Little H, with his right hand rapidly stroking his iron-like penis, aimed at Y's wide-open mouth, and a thick stream of semen shot onto Y's face and into her mouth.

At this moment, Little H also let out a low growl, "Roar...roar...is it good? Is it good...roar..."

Y's pupils dilated, staring blankly upwards. Her breathing stopped for about twenty seconds before she finally let go of her body with a sigh of relief, releasing her grip on her breasts. She breathed heavily, unconsciously swallowing the thick fluid in her mouth.

Rapid breathing came from both of their mouths.

Without hesitation, Little H shoved the still-hard rod into Y's mouth again, without any force.

Y licked it absently, weakly gripping it with both hands, as if afraid it would suddenly disappear.

"Hoo, so thick...hoo...so long,"

Little H then pulled out and inserted it again into the wet, dripping wet spot. Little H kissed Y's lips domineeringly, slowly, gradually accelerating. Y gradually tightened her embrace of Little H, her nails digging into Little H's back. After Y came twice more, she pulled out and once again ejaculated the still-thick fluid onto Y's breasts.

Y was too weak to open her eyes. Little H got up and walked to Y's side, giving her a light, fleeting kiss on the lips.

"Sister L, are you satisfied?"

Y weakly murmured "Mmm..." and then fell silent, panting softly.

Little H gently covered Y with a towel and quietly left.

After resting for about twenty minutes, Y weakly propped herself up, her heart still with her husband waiting outside. Her legs trembling, she leaned against the wall to wash herself, but didn't actually wash. Then she put on her clothes, went to the front desk, signed the papers, paid, and with half-open eyes, dragged her heavy steps towards her waiting husband.

[The End]

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