[Sex Video of Wife and Male Colleague] Author: zhuanshenyujian

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I've known my wife for eleven years and been married for four, yet I still vividly remember our first
meeting she, fresh out of high school, was also there. The first time I saw
her, I was captivated by her above-average looks and her long legs encased in tight jeans. She herself
had no idea how alluring those legs were to men. I got her
phone number from a friend and immediately launched a fierce offensive. To my surprise, she came from a strict family and, having only
focused on her studies, had never been in a relationship. Many men pursued her, but none had succeeded. This
delighted me, but also made me a little worried, and I secretly resolved to win her over.

After more than two months of relentless pursuit and persistent pleading, she finally agreed to be my girlfriend. We studied in
different cities, so every time we met was difficult and precious. Each time we booked a hotel room, it was always just flirting, nothing
more. It wasn't until six months later that we finally had sex. It was our first time, and it took us
ages to get inside. I ejaculated within minutes, and the thought of it is embarrassing, but who doesn't have an embarrassing first
time ?

After all these years of trials and tribulations, the love between us has transcended romantic love;
it's become more like familial love.

They say there's a seven-year itch, but I've been with my wife for ten years, and the passion has long since faded. I have to find ways to maintain
that freshness. When we were in school, I often read her novels, and naturally, her sex education teacher—
porn. At first, she was embarrassed to watch, finding the explicit scenes unbelievable.
That's when she realized love could be done this way. Almost all our experience and skills were self-taught on the computer;
we learned through trial and error.

She knew I loved stockings, and when we were together, weather permitting, she would wear short skirts with
sheer stockings and high heels. Her naturally beautiful legs, combined with the allure of the stockings, made me want
to push her . Sometimes we would take photos and short videos of our lovemaking. She knew I frequented
smut websites, and when I uploaded her photos there, she didn't scold me; in fact, she was somewhat supportive.
Women are always a little vain, and seeing other netizens' compliments always makes them visibly pleased. Sometimes I would have
her go shopping without underwear, wearing stockings and very short skirts. It was easy for her to accidentally expose herself, so she had to walk carefully.
But I was secretly thrilled, waiting for her to be exposed. Sometimes at night, when I knew it was safe, I would
deliberately lift her skirt, startling her so much that she would quickly grab my hand and look around to see if anyone noticed. Every time
I let her go out without underwear, I would find her vagina wet when we got home; she still craved that kind of stimulation
. The once obedient girl was slowly being brought out of her true nature.

We tried all sorts of places to make love: underground parking garages, rooftops, groves of trees, tea houses, even
the restrooms —anything safe enough, she was willing to try. What women need most is security; if you
give her that, she'll be willing to go crazy with you.

I've had this cuckolding idea for a long time, perhaps related to the first adult novel I read. It was
a cuckolding novel that got my blood pumping; that pleasure and excitement was deeply buried in my heart.
My wife was surprised when she found out about this idea, followed by anger. She felt I didn't love her and
only used her as a tool for sexual release, and she ignored me for days.

Later, through sweet talk and sending her over a hundred text messages a day, I finally made her understand that I truly
love her, and that my cuckolding thoughts were for her happiness and to deepen our relationship. I also
found many classic novels for her to read, such as "Young Woman Bai Jie," "Young Woman Ya Qi," and "The Silk Wife and
the Green-Hat " etc. She was very engrossed in them and even felt something while reading.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change. Gradually, she became less resistant to my cuckolding ideas. Sometimes during sex,
I would let her imagine a handsome classmate of hers licking her ear, whispering "little
slut" in her ear, and licking her nipples. Whenever she had this fantasy, she seemed to get much wetter than usual,
which excited me even more. Deep down, she was a little slut, craving excitement, but traditional thinking limited her
actions . Things can't be rushed; everything has to take time. The seed of cuckolding was slowly sprouting
and growing, and it would only be realized when the right time, place, and people were all in place. There was still a long
way to go .

She had a male colleague, W, who had been flirting with my wife since she started working there. He would
chat with her whenever he had free time, and even if he ran out of things to say, he would find something to talk about. My wife found this quite annoying, thinking he was too talkative.
And someone you don't like constantly bothering you is unpleasant; I'm sure some people can relate.
W is a married man. I've seen him before when picking my wife up from work. He's about 176cm tall,
has a decent build, and is fairly good-looking—at least physically attractive to women. I don't mind his
presence at all. First, it shows my wife is quite charming; second, I
don't see him as a threat, so I've never paid him any attention. Sometimes when my wife and I are having sex, I'll tease her about wanting
him to have sex with her, but she always pouts and ignores me.

That male colleague really likes my wife's legs in stockings and sometimes secretly takes pictures of them. Even worse,
he 'll send the photos to my wife. My wife gets very angry and ignores him. She comes home and
tells me about it, and I get excited when I hear it, and I'm especially energetic that night. My wife seems to sense this. Every time she
tells me how W teases her, I get aroused and even more excited at night, which makes her feel better too.
W's sweet talk gradually made her start chatting with him more. After all, W's looks and figure
weren't unpleasant, and she liked hearing compliments and being appreciated.

The turning point came on my wife's birthday. W bought her a sexy silk nightgown and a bouquet of roses
. When my wife opened the box and saw it was just the nightgown, she refused to accept it. W had to coax and plead with
her before she finally took it.

That day, she came home from work beaming. I asked her what made her so happy, and she told me what had happened.
I got really excited when I heard that, and made her wear it for me. The clothes fit perfectly and looked very sexy. I felt
my blood rushing to my lower body, so I grabbed her and carried her to the bed, and fucked her hard. She screamed loudly, and her juices soaked
the sheets .

After we were done, I teased her, "Wife, you're so wet today! You haven't been this excited in a long time! Is
it because of W?" She nestled shyly in my arms and said, "You're so annoying! It's all because
you pounced on me like a hungry wolf, so aggressively, making me feel so good!" "Baby, you're so beautiful! No wonder W
was so attracted to you." "You little rascal, you really want him to take advantage of me!" I looked firmly into her eyes and
told her, "Yes, I want W to fuck you hard!" This time, she didn't scold me, but blushed and
hid in my arms, hugging me tightly. At least she didn't explicitly object.

I felt the time was slowly ripening, so I secretly used a secondary account to buy a photography pen on Taobao.
At that moment , I was like a hunting leopard, patiently waiting for that day to arrive.

The next day, W asked my wife if her clothes fit, if she liked them, and even asked her to take
a picture for him. That evening, after we got home, she put on her pajamas and first took a picture of her lower body for W. W refused,
insisting on seeing a full-body shot. My wife couldn't resist his nagging and took a full-body picture of herself in the dressing mirror for him. I didn't know any of this
at first ; my wife told me later. W showered her with compliments after seeing the photo, making
my wife very happy.

After this incident, W probably felt it was time to take things further and started asking my wife out for dinner
and tea. My flirtatious wife didn't refuse, dressing up beautifully to go out with him, without telling me who she was going out with. She also
knew W liked stockings, so now she wore them even more frequently. The topics they discussed on QQ became increasingly
open . W said he sometimes fantasizes about carrying my wife's long, white legs and fucking her hard. Whenever my wife hears him
say such explicit things, she always tries to change the subject, or just ignores him. She's a bit shy and
can't handle such blatant teasing. With W and my persistent efforts, their body
language started to become more intimate. Sometimes W would put his arm around her waist, sometimes he would hold her hand. Gradually,
it progressed to touching her stockinged thighs and kissing. Why do I mention my efforts? All that time I've been guiding my
wife , showing her cuckoldry novels and porn, wasn't it all to lay the foundation for her to seduce me?

After her first French kiss with W, she told me about it when she got home that night. I immediately got excited and
kept pressing her for details, what had happened in the past month. She finally
told me everything in detail, even showing me their chat history. I pulled her into my arms, lifted her skirt, and damn it, the little
slut wasn't even wearing underwear, running off on a date without any panties. I tore open her stockings, feeling her wet vulva;
it seemed the French kiss had aroused her. I fucked my slutty wife hard, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, moaning with pleasure, at least twice as loud
as usual . I had to cover her mouth with my hand to avoid disturbing the neighbors in the building.
She was particularly sensitive that day, her climaxing fast and intense, her juices flowing like a tidal wave. Watching her flushed and panting
in , I whispered in her ear, asking her how it felt to French kiss W. She told me
it felt very exciting and stimulating, like the first time she French kissed me. Then she asked if I would be
disgusted by her. Silly girl, of course I would be disgusted; I would only love you more.

After that day, we were completely unstoppable. Sometimes at work, we would go to a secluded
corner to French kiss, sometimes in W's car, sometimes on the rooftop, and
of . Just like two people deeply in love. W's hands were also restless, touching this and that. Sometimes, when he found my
wife wasn't wearing underwear, it got even worse. At first,
he would touch her vulva through her stockings, soaking the crotch of the stockings with her juices. Not satisfied with just touching through the stockings, he would slip his fingers inside
, probing and teasing her vulva, making my wife moan and groan, her juices flowing freely. But he never took anything further, which
disappointed him, leaving him incredibly itchy. He was quite patient, which
also showed he respected my wife.

Actually, my wife was itching too; every time she came home, she was like a hungry wolf, almost draining me dry. I told
her that it was okay to play around outside, but first, safety was paramount, since her colleagues
knew she was married. Second, she should enjoy herself, let loose, and experience the pleasure.
Third, she shouldn't develop real feelings and ruin our family.

After almost a month of this, W felt it was about time and asked my wife to give him a handjob, which she
agreed .

One day at noon, she didn't go home for her afternoon nap but went to W's house. W took a shower, and the two of them cuddled on the sofa
watching TV. After a while, they started kissing. W's huge penis was as hard as a steel pipe. He took his wife's hand and
placed it on his crotch. His wife began to rub his penis and testicles through his pants. W, finding it insufficient, got up and
took off his pants and clothes. His huge penis, freed from the confinement of his underwear, stood erect in front of his wife. It was the
first time had seen another man's penis so closely, and her face flushed even more.

Looking at this penis that had pressed against her countless times through her pants, she gradually felt a stronger desire, but she
still restrained herself. The wife gently stroked W's large penis with her hand, her thumb lightly caressing the urethral opening,
where a clear fluid had already seeped out. W sat on the sofa, and his wife, while stroking him, French kissed him, making him
moan . Before he knew it, W had undressed her, gently touching her clitoris, causing
her to writhe and become wet with desire.

At that moment, how she longed for that hard, large penis to penetrate her deeply, to fuck her hard, to make her
moan with pleasure, to make her feel numb all over, even though it wasn't her husband's penis. But she
restrained herself , not letting his craving penis enter her empty body, continuing to masturbate W.
How much willpower that required! I truly admire my wife's self-control. After more than ten minutes, W still hadn't reached the
point of ejaculation, and he began to beg, hoping to penetrate his wife deeply, to bring her pleasure, to give
her the orgasm she craved. His wife still refused, and after her arm ached from giving W a handjob, she simply
gave him oral sex. This sudden action delighted W, because his wife had never been willing to do this before.
He watched his wife's small mouth working diligently on his large penis, her excitement and gratitude
incomparable.

His wife's oral skills were quite good, thanks to his training. She licked the urethral opening, then
the glans , then deep throat, and even his testicles weren't spared, all covered in her saliva, making him moan incessantly
. His wife's right hand wasn't idle either, stroking him up and down. After a few minutes, he ejaculated, forcefully holding
his wife 's head, letting out a low growl, and shooting his hot semen into her mouth, choking her and making her cough until tears streamed down her face
.

After rinsing her mouth, his wife returned to the sofa, and he held her tightly, unwilling to let go. Seeing his wife's bare
chest, he buried his head in it, sucking and licking her nipples, then slowly kissing downwards. He saw his beloved wife's pink nipples,
wet and soaking in her juices, and buried his head deep between her long, white legs, greedily sucking and licking, until
her moans of pleasure were incessant, until her juices flowed freely, and she reached orgasm. The two of them
embraced contentedly and rested on the sofa.

When he returned home that evening, his wife told him the whole story in detail. His eyes lit up, and his underwear
was soaked. He quickly ran to the study, took out the camera pen he had bought, and showed her how to use it,
telling her to secretly film him during their next intimate moment. After hearing his intention, she raised her small fist and punched his chest
several times. "Honey, do you really want to see me having sex with other men?" he said. He told her he wanted to see how slutty she was in front
of other men, to see her moaning under other men. She asked me if I would leave her, and
I said I would never leave her in my life unless she left me. "Wife, will you
film us making love and show it to me?" She looked into my eyes, blushed, and nodded.

That night we made love twice. My wife was much more excited than usual, holding me tightly during sex,
shouting, "Husband, fuck me, fuck me hard! Husband, call me your little slut! Hurry, I'm going numb,
harder !" "Whose slut are you?" "I'm my husband's little slut!" "You're still W's little slut,
right?" "Yes, I'm both your sluts! Hurry, ah..." My wife climaxed, her vagina
throbbing and sucking my big cock. After both times, we were exhausted; it had been years since we'd felt this
kind of passion and excitement. Life really needs a little spice. I held her and fell into a deep sleep; she was
beginning to accept my plan.

From then on, whenever we went on a date, she would carry a camera pen in her bag. Who knows, maybe one day it'll come in handy
.

She even filmed a video of them being intimate, but they didn't have sex; she just gave W a blowjob. When I got home, I
couldn't wait to turn on my computer, connect the camera pen, and the feeling of watching my beloved wife give another man a blowjob
was indescribable. Excitement, fear, and a mix of emotions overwhelmed me; I had difficulty breathing,
my face was flushed, my lower body was erect, and fluid kept leaking from my penis. I watched that video countless times, sometimes
alone, sometimes with my slutty husband.

Not long after, one day I came home from work, and my wife was already there. Seeing me, she rushed to
hug me, and soon started crying. I asked her what was wrong. She still hugged me tightly and said she was sorry.
After I pressed her repeatedly, she finally told me that she had slept with W. My mind went blank for a moment, but I quickly
forced myself to calm down. I said, "It's okay, it's my permission. Don't cry, you're still my darling, and
I'll still love you like before! No, I'll love you even more than before!" Only then did my wife let go of my hand,
looking at me with teary eyes. I felt so sorry for her, and I hugged her and gently kissed away her tears.

I changed my shoes, pulled her to the sofa, and sat down to ask her what had happened. She gave
me , and I hugged her and comforted her.
It was truly difficult for a woman who had always been so obedient since childhood to have come to this point. That's why she was only willing to give W oral sex at first, even when she was incredibly itchy and uncomfortable, she refused
to have sex with him. After she calmed down, I asked her if she had filmed it, and she said she had. I brought out
my laptop , and we watched her masterpiece together.

She had adjusted the camera pen, placed it on the opening of her bag, and pointed it at the sofa. W was still showering, while his wife had finished and
was wearing the silk nightgown W had given her. He'd asked her to bring it because he wanted to see how sexy she looked in
it . She was leaning against the sofa watching TV when W came out, wearing only pajama bottoms. They
started kissing passionately, their kiss lasting five or six minutes. His wife's face was flushed; she
seemed aroused. She wrapped her arms around W's neck, responding enthusiastically to his kisses,
letting out soft moans. W slowly pulled down his wife's bra straps, revealing her breasts.
He knew her nipples were sensitive, and he attacked them with his tongue, sucking and licking. His wife's moans began to rise.
While licking her breasts, W's hand began to caress her vulva through her light pink silk panties; her panties were already soaked with her juices
.

At this point, W took off all of his wife's pajamas, impatiently pulled down her silk panties, buried his head
between her legs, and licked for two or three minutes. His wife's eyes were already glazed over, and she kept moaning and panting. She sat up, took off W's
pajama bottoms, grabbed W's penis, and put it in her mouth. Although the video resolution wasn't very high, it was still clear that the
penis was quite large, the glans about the size of a small egg, and the veins on the shaft
were
bulging. His wife greedily sucked on it, and her expression showed that she really enjoyed eating this big penis. Then W laid his wife flat on the sofa and licked from her nipples to her vagina, making sucking sounds.

After a while, he lay on top of his wife and began to beg her, saying he would just rub against her without going in. His wife was also
itching unbearably and agreed. Lying flat on the sofa, W raised his big penis and rubbed it against the entrance of her vagina several times. His penis was
definitely his wife's vaginal fluid, but he didn't actually penetrate her because he respected his wife. Then he
began to attack his wife's nipples and earlobes. After kissing for a while, he pleaded again, "Let me in, I'll go in and not
move, I promise!" I laughed at this. I turned to look at my wife, who also smiled shyly.
Is the most common trick men use? First, they say they'll just rub against each other without going in, then they say they'll go in and not move. Our first sexual
experience was just like that. My wife was blinded by lust. She said she remembered what I'd said: if you're going to
play, you should let loose and have fun, so she agreed. Seeing his wife nod, W was overjoyed and immediately...
Ma straightened up, spread his long, white legs, and thrust his large penis inside without any effort. It seemed his wife was
indeed very wet.

He didn't move after entering, then asked his wife if he could move a few times. I
knew ; any man knows that moving a few times and then pulling out would only make my wife even more itchy and crave his
penis to enter again. Sure enough, that's how it happened. He entered again, slowly
beginning to thrust. His wife's legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, her tongue
passionately kissing him. Soon, her head was thrown back, her face flushed, and her moans grew louder. I
knew she was about to climax. "Ah, ah, ah… husband, fuck me, fuck me harder, I'm almost there,
faster, ah…" She reached her climax, her neck and chest flushed red, and her hands fell limply to her sides.
W lay on top of his wife, panting heavily. He probably hadn't ejaculated yet. After a short rest, he picked her up and had her
sit on him, writhing. He used his tongue and mouth to attack her nipples. After about six or seven minutes,
W growled and ejaculated all his semen into his wife's vagina, and she also had an orgasm. After ejaculating, he was reluctant to pull out
, and the two of them held each other and kissed passionately, seemingly very satisfied, savoring the pleasure they had just experienced.

The entire lovemaking process lasted no more than fifteen minutes, and his wife had two orgasms. Their lower bodies were still tightly
connected. It was then that I remembered that he hadn't used a condom. I turned to ask my wife, and she said that she hadn't used a condom,
but it was her safe period. She lowered her head shyly as she spoke. Turning back to watch the video, the two of them seemed to be getting aroused again
. His wife started to slowly writhe again. This little slut, she's so greedy. W also looked like he had
been thirsting for a long time, after all, his wife hadn't been around for a long time. His wife was moaning softly, and their lower bodies
were pounding against each other. We tried several positions, and my wife orgasmed at least three times. Finally, W carried her legs and
thrust his penis deep into her vagina. This time it lasted longer, about half an hour. We were both
exhausted , panting heavily, but our faces were flushed with satisfaction.

Afterwards, we went to take a shower. My wife ran out first to turn off the camera pen and put it in her bag.

After I closed the laptop, I teased her, "You looked pretty happy in the video, so why did you
cry when you got home?" "I felt so bad afterwards, my mind was all foggy, I
can't even remember how I got home." "Okay, I supported and allowed this in the first place, it's okay. The important thing is, are you happy
?" My wife blushed again and buried her head in my chest, saying, "Yes, are you happy after watching it? Do you think I'm
dirty?" "Silly girl, you're my darling, how could I dislike you? I was very happy after watching the video!"
I hugged her tightly. I truly love and hate her.

I slipped my hand inside her panties; her little cunt was wet and hot, probably because the video we'd just watched had aroused her again.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, "Honey, I love you, I want you to fuck me!" Faced with
such slutty wife, the fire ignited while watching the video exploded instantly. Without a word, I mounted her
and fucked my beloved wife, my favorite little slut, hard.

In just half a day, she'd slept with two men three times, and she was truly exhausted. After showering, I
carefully examined my beloved little cunt; it was a bit swollen.

After that, we rarely got intimate at work, and every few days we'd go to a hotel by the hour. We filmed the first few times
, and one time in particular left a deep impression on me. That time, my wife had brought a transparent thong and black stockings from home
to the hotel.

In the video, my wife's long legs, clad in black stockings, were draped over W's shoulders, and W was
like a pile driver, forcefully pounding into my wife's cunt, making her cunt foam. W really loves it when his wife
wears stockings . He frequently sucks on her feet, licking her calves and toes through the stockings. The stockings
, wet with saliva, gleam, making his wife moan and groan, her juices flowing freely.

His wife also told me that W really likes her used stockings. Sometimes, when no one's around, he grabs
her stockinged feet and greedily smells them, even licking them through the stockings. This makes his wife feel embarrassed, since she's been wearing stockings all day
and is quite sweaty. His wife secretly told me that she actually loves it when W licks her stockinged feet;
it makes her incredibly excited and itchy, and she gets even wetter.

His wife is getting more and more adventurous, and their activities are becoming increasingly varied. She's even willing to give W a "dragon drill" (a traditional Chinese sexual act)
. Her anus, which had never been explored before, was actually opened by W once. This little slut has been made even
more horny by W's "training." But I'm also a beneficiary; I can finally enjoy my anus too. My wife and I
have a deeper relationship, it really feels like we've gone back to the way we were when we were first dating.

Later, I felt that it was about time each time, so there was no need to film every time, and we stopped.

We never let W know about the secret videos, and I never suggested the three of us playing together.
It's better not to let him know, lest he become impotent from the shock, and then my wife wouldn't have anything to do with it.
I treasure all those videos, and I watch them whenever I have time. Every time I watch them, I feel excited,
and it makes sex with her more passionate. Their relationship has continued, and my wife says that if she gets tired of it one day,
she'll end it. As for me, as long as my wife can experience different kinds of pleasure from it, as long as she's by my side,
I'm content.

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