[My Wife Huiyun] [Unabridged Full Text] [Author: TONY]

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Title: My Wife Huiyun

Author: Tony

(I)

My wife Huiyun is a beautiful and virtuous woman in public. She works in a government health agency and has a very regular daily life. At home, she is a virtuous housewife who keeps our house in perfect order and order. She is also incredibly gentle and obedient to her husband! She has given me two lovely little angels. Honestly, she has no flaws that I can criticize. To me, she is simply a perfect woman!

In my eyes, from dating to marriage, she has always been a gentle woman. The problem is, perhaps I've become too complacent! I only see her gentle side, and over time, I've become bored with her! Perhaps it's because we've been together for so long that the honeymoon period of marriage has gradually faded, or perhaps we've become too familiar with each other, to the point that even the most intimate act between husband and wife, sexual intercourse, has gradually lost its appeal! This matter, like an unfinished task, has been left unresolved in our hearts.

A few days ago, I stumbled upon a sex-themed website online. Surprisingly, many people there shared similar thoughts, which piqued my interest. One guy even shared his experiences: phone sex, threesomes, or wife-swapping!

What shocking ideas! After I fled the website, my mind was filled with absurd sexual images, and in these images, the man having sex with my wife wasn't me! Incredibly, my body was in an abnormally aroused state!

For several nights in a row, while having sex with my wife, I kept imagining her having sex with other men, and I actually got high! After a few times, my wife noticed something was wrong with me and wondered about it for a long time. Women are sensitive and prone to suspicion, and she finally asked me worriedly, "What's wrong with you lately? You're either listless or acting like you've taken Viagra?"

Under her persistent questioning, I finally opened up and revealed my secret thoughts. I can't forget the look of disbelief and terror on her face when she heard what I said. She then uttered a single sentence and retreated to her room. What was it? Something like, "What's wrong with you?!"

For the next few days, she seemed to avoid me. An unspoken awkwardness existed between us. I racked my brains, but to no avail, I went online again to seek solutions. During this time, I encountered many people who claimed to enjoy this activity, but these people gave me a feeling of disrespect for women and something dirty. Just

when I was feeling helpless and about to give up, I miraculously discovered several narrative articles written by the same person, about an unintentional threesome he and his wife had during a trip. After reading these articles, I was deeply shocked and felt a stirring of excitement.

I tentatively sent him an email, and to my delight, he responded. After several exchanges, he understood my mindset and needs, and he gave me some advice. He told me that it would be best to let my wife experience physical pleasure without harming her! He suggested that my wife talk to them on the phone first.

I mustered up the courage to tell my wife this suggestion, asking her to reluctantly chat with them. My wife agreed, and after giving him his phone number, I didn't ask any more questions.

A few days later, one day when I came home from work, I witnessed the most shocking scene of my life! When I opened the door, my usually gentle and graceful wife was lying on the sofa, listening to the phone, wearing a set of sexy dark black lingerie. I didn't even know when she got that set of clothes; it was a half-cup bra that exposed her nipples, thong panties, a simple lace garter belt at the waist, and thigh-high stockings.

By this time, her thong was pulled down to her thighs, and a condom-covered eggplant was still inserted in her vagina. She was writhing, moaning softly in a familiar voice, one hand holding the phone, the other gripping the thick, unimaginable thing in her vagina, thrusting it in and out. To me, it looked as if my wife was being raped by another man!

How could an ordinary, honest man like me withstand such a shock? I stood there stunned. When I regained my senses, my wife looked at me with lustful eyes, then spoke to the person on the other end of the phone in a seductive tone I had never heard before: "My husband's back, I'll let you do it next time!" Good

heavens! How could such obscene words come from the mouth of my gentle and polite wife? Wow! How could I withstand this baptism of lust? I forgot about my suit and tie, hastily unzipping my suit, pulling out my already erect penis, seeking the "entrance" of desire.

My eyes blazed with a fierce, red light as I faced the woman who had betrayed me. After several intense thrusts, I displayed unprecedented vigor, bringing my wife a rare second orgasm!

Afterwards, I was astonished to find my suit jacket completely soaked, while her underwear and stockings were all ruined. It's clear my animalistic instincts were truly unleashed! My wife, however, fainted under my onslaught, and for the next two or three days, her legs were so sore and numb she couldn't stand for long!

Strangely, when I later asked her what she and the other man had talked about on the phone, she remained tight-lipped. I also contacted that man, who only told me, "Let it be." It was this phrase, "Let it be," that opened a new chapter in our lives!

Afterwards, my wife and I frequently engaged in phone sex with him and his wife, and he personally taught us how to arouse each other's desire in daily life and how to engage in exciting sexual adventures. Unconsciously, my wife and I gradually became accustomed to flirting and simulating sex with someone other than our spouses, and our former shyness gradually diminished. To put it in a rather scheming way, I've gradually guided my wife to transcend the constraints of traditional sexual norms!

This brings me closer to my goal. Of

course, I wasn't going to be satisfied with just that. With his help, I tried my first threesome! Here's what happened:

I strictly adhered to the principle he told me—"safety"! I started using methods to recruit male part-time workers, because I wanted them to be younger, cleaner, less worldly-wise, and safer. Also, because they were younger than us, my wife might be more likely to approach them with the older sister's affection for the younger brother, and the lure of "youth" applies to both men and women, understand? Of course, it had to be legal!

The men I recruited had to be from public schools, from impoverished families, and academically excellent, with priority given to those who were well-behaved. I would then schedule individual interviews. My terms were very attractive: high hourly wage, only two or three times a week, two or three hours each time… Sure enough, quite a few men came, and I found a handsome young man as my protagonist. During the interviews, compensation was, of course, a very important incentive. I told the male applicants beforehand, "McDonald's hourly wage is around 100 yuan or less. What if the hourly wage starts at 500 yuan, or even 1000 yuan or more? Would you be interested?" Usually, they almost never refused to listen further.

Then, in a very earnest tone, I told them, "I want to ask you for a favor. My husband and I have been together for a long time, and the honeymoon period of our marriage has gradually faded. Perhaps we are too familiar with each other, to the point that even the most intimate acts between husband and wife have gradually lost their appeal... So we want to ask you for your help..."

Usually, they would ask me with a questioning yet curious tone, "What do you want me to do for you?" I told them: He just needs to be there; he doesn't have to do anything, and he's not allowed to do anything!

He said incredulously, "That's it?" I said, "That's it!" And the deal was done!

After exchanging contact information with a few people, all I had to do was prepare my husband and me mentally: I told her that this was by no means obscene, and that it was a way to replace infidelity because neither of us wanted the other to cheat! Moreover, I must assure my wife that I will have complete control and will absolutely not expose her to the public, ensuring her safety!

Most importantly, after a long period of communication between my wife and me, we can both see this as a safe sexual game. The only "side effect" is that it will transcend our increasingly boring sexual patterns, and it will have absolutely no impact on our relationship. Most importantly, I will never feel disgusted or suspicious of my wife again!

A few days later, one evening, after settling the children, I arranged to meet one of the men I considered most suitable. I asked him to wait for me in a congested area, and then I drove my wife to the meeting place. I had previously covered the car with black window tinting, completely opaque from the outside. I drove around twice, and seeing his anxious expression, I wanted my wife to see what he looked like. She didn't object, presumably because she was also very nervous.

I had my wife put on sunglasses and slightly cover her face with a silk handkerchief. Then, I quickly parked the car in front of the man in a gap in the traffic. I opened the back door and let him get in, then drove towards the motel I had found beforehand, circling around several times to check for any unusual activity.

Before we reached the motel, I made him lie down to avoid unnecessary trouble. After paying and getting the keys smoothly, we went into the garage. I closed the garage door, took my wife upstairs first, and asked her to sit in a corner and dim the lights before calling the boy upstairs.

Now, the three of us sat down, feeling uneasy. Time seemed to stand still; I seemed to be losing my composure. My wife sat with her back to us two men, while the boy looked around nervously.

I thought: we can't just stay like this! I tried to gently stroke her back to calm her down, but as soon as my hand touched her, she jumped up! I think she was too nervous, but wasn't I too? I asked her

to stand up, and I wrapped my arms around her from behind, gently telling her in her ear not to be so nervous. But it was easier said than done. She gripped my arm tightly, her nails digging deep into my flesh—it really hurt! But I had to let her be. Slowly, I turned her around and hugged her

, but she turned her head away, not daring to face the boy, not daring to take off her sunglasses, and wouldn't let me kiss her. I could only kiss her ears, earlobes, and neck first, but she kept dodging! I kept an eye on the boy's gaze; I saw him staring intently at this strange scene.

Meanwhile, my hands slowly moved from her waist to her buttocks, one gently caressing her bottom, the other moving down her thigh. When she realized I was trying to lift her skirt, she grabbed my hand tightly! After a while, I heard her soft sobs. She whispered, "I'm scared! Please don't!"

I knew I couldn't force it; I should be understanding of her shyness. After all, it's not easy for a respectable woman to undress in front of strangers, so knowing when to stop was necessary.

Thus, our first threesome ended like this. Actually, it wasn't entirely without reward. I still remember the incredulous look on the boy's face when he received his payment. I think he must have been thinking, "500 yuan just for watching them kiss?" I'm sure he'll definitely go again next time!

When I dropped the boy off by the roadside, I noticed my wife, who had been silent the whole time, stealing glances at him a few times. I trusted my judgment; the boy was quite handsome! I drove aimlessly, and since we were both a little awkward, I pulled over to the shoulder to get some fresh air.

Just as I was about to speak, our eyes met, and I suddenly felt an urge to kiss her, so I did! To my surprise, she responded passionately. We kissed passionately, it had been so long since we'd kissed like that! People and cars kept passing by, but I didn't care; they couldn't see us anyway!

With that thought, I grew bolder, and I started reaching under her clothes to explore her body. Oh!

Her private parts were already wet! I think the feeling of being spied on and exposed had ignited her desire!

I pressed the central locking button, reclined her seat, pulled down her panties, and roughly played with her genitals, reliving the feeling of secret caresses we had before marriage. But the way I'm going to do it now is different. I'm going to forcibly strip her naked and then possess her completely! Even ravage her! I have to completely strip away her modesty!

She knew my intentions and resisted with all her might, but she couldn't overcome my strength, and so I forced my way in! She had no experience of being raped, especially by her own husband, and on the side of the road where there was a lot of traffic and pedestrians!

Soon, both of us were overwhelmed! Because the air in the car wasn't very good, she seemed to be fainting again, which was a common habit of hers. When I got dressed and started the car, she realized that she was completely naked. She tried to find clothes to wear but couldn't, because I had already hidden them. She wanted them, but I wouldn't give them to her! She was both ashamed and anxious, which I found quite amusing, because I hadn't seen her so shy in a long time.

I wanted to tease her, so I drove to a gas station to fill up. Just before my car entered the gas station, she screamed, "You're crazy! No!"

I didn't care! When I got out of the car to refuel, I didn't close the car door completely. So, with the bright light from the gas station and the car's interior light, I could see my wife in the front seat, naked, curled up with her arms wrapped around her knees. If I could see her, then of course the other gas station attendants could too!

I drove home, my ears filled with her curses the whole way. You know what? My wife is a very gentle and refined woman; I'd never heard her swear before. Hearing it was actually quite satisfying! I ignored her!

But it wasn't over yet! Back at my house, I parked in the underground parking space. She wasn't dressed and refused to get out of the car, so I had to drag her out! Because there were security cameras in the elevator, we took the stairs. Our apartment is on the 6th floor, the top floor. Because it's a new building, there aren't many residents yet; only the 4th and 6th floors are occupied, and the 1st to 3rd floors are shops, so there's no entrance to the stairwell between the 1st and 3rd floors. As it got late, I grew bolder and, in the stairwell, I... no! I should say I "raped" her!

And so, I raped my wife as I climbed the fire escape! She was afraid of being overheard, so she endured it all, not daring to make a sound. When we got home, we were both a mess, and she was filthy!

The first thing she did upon entering was slap me, then she rushed into the bathroom and locked herself in for two whole hours, and then didn't speak to me for three days straight.

The storm eventually passed, and I believe that experience was a significant and worthwhile one for both of us; I was determined to try again.

Just a week later, I contacted the boy again. I asked him about his willingness, and thankfully, although hesitant, he agreed!

When the time came, I first settled the children, then casually said to her, "Would you like to go for a walk?" Her reaction was good, so I took my wife out!

Same time, different place, similar process… however, tonight she was slightly dressed up, and her already radiant beauty was even more striking.

At the motel, we started off with a passionate kiss. My caresses encountered no resistance, except for her sunglasses—she simply refused to take them off!

As I embraced and caressed my wife from behind, I deliberately turned her to face the boy, who also stared wide-eyed. I held her breasts from behind, gently kneading them, while her hands rubbed my penis through her trousers.

Then, I unbuttoned her dress, revealing her bra, and reached inside to caress her white bra, finding her erect nipples. Next, I embraced my wife and kissed her neck, then my hands slid down her waist, exploring her buttocks and genitals, before slipping under her skirt to reveal her pure white, sexy panties—a very fine pair.

As I slowly unbuttoned her blouse and gently pulled the dress down from her shoulders, first revealing her entire breasts, then her waist, her panties, and finally the whole dress, her body looked even more beautiful than if she were completely naked! Now

she was only wearing a bra and panties… The boy's eyes never closed; he was intently watching the scene before him. Perhaps because of his erection, his legs were pressed tightly together.

I continued to hug my wife from behind, caressing her and touching her body through her clothing. All three of us were very nervous. Every time I tried to unhook her bra, she resisted, perhaps because she wasn't ready to expose herself to the boy? The boy seemed restless, so I pushed my wife closer to him, slipped my hand inside her bra, gently biting her ear, and reached into her panties to caress her genitals.

My favorite move is to pluck my wife's pubic hair out of her panties, making it resemble a mustache. Although it doesn't look very elegant, and she doesn't particularly like it, it arouses me greatly.

My wife was panting and trembling, her back constantly bent, causing her breasts to sag in a beautiful arc. I noticed the boy's eyes were fixed on the gap in my wife's bra; clearly, he greedily wanted to peek at her nipples. So I pulled down one of her bra straps and the cup, exposing her left breast. My wife shyly turned her head away, crossing her legs tightly. I could hear her deep breathing and soft moans.

Suddenly, she turned and hugged me tightly! I knew that the shyness of a respectable woman hadn't completely faded from her heart. As I touched her vulva, I realized her desire had reached an uncontrollable point. Perhaps because of the presence of a third party, my wife couldn't get me to directly remove her bra or panties; at most, she'd let me pull the edges of her underwear up.

I realized this wasn't going to get anywhere, so I had to make a breakthrough! I hugged my wife tightly, who was facing away from the boy, and pulled the edge of her panties up towards her buttocks, stretching the crotch into a narrow strip that exaggeratedly revealed her buttocks. As I pulled, the crotch of her panties rubbed against her genitals, and perhaps because she was so sensitive, her body moved up and down, and she let out soft moans of "Oh... Oh..."

My hands then freely caressed her plump buttocks, and then I pulled down her panties again, exposing her entire buttocks! At this point, she tried to pull her panties up, but I stopped her. The woman's underwear was very elastic, and at this moment, it was still stuck between her thighs and knees. Her thighs were tightly clamped together, and even if I pulled the underwear down further, she wouldn't loosen it, so it remained stuck on her knees.

While I was doing these things, I also kept an eye on the boy's reaction. I saw his hands sometimes on his knees, sometimes between his thighs, and his jeans were bulging in the crotch—he must be erect! At this point, I turned my wife's body to face the boy. This caused her to start twisting her body in resistance. I could only hold her breasts with both hands, while her hands were desperately trying to cover her thick, dark pubic hair.

Actually, if you, dear readers, were to appreciate a woman's naked body from a different angle, you would eventually find that a woman who is almost completely naked is the most beautiful! Especially now that my wife's hands were spread open, she could no longer cover her pubic hair. The only defense she could offer was to cross her thighs as much as possible to try and cover her messy pubic hair.

Imagine your wife being held up in front of you, wearing only a bra and her panties pulled down to her knees, writhing and crossing her legs trying to cover her most private parts. What would you most want to do next?

Actually, you probably think the same thing, but the boy in front of me might not think that way. He's just an inexperienced young boy, and he shyly turned his head away. I gently called out, "Hey!" and he turned back to continue watching this somewhat perverse and horrifying scene. At this moment,

I didn't directly touch my wife's genitals, but instead grabbed her bra area. In that brief moment, my wife pulled her hands back to cover her shameful pubic hair. After rubbing her bra a few times, I unhooked the bra straps, kissed her shoulders, and then pulled down the cups, revealing both her breasts!

I think this stage is probably the most shameful time for a woman, and now she's actually letting go of her hands that used to cover her genitals to protect her two soft mounds of flesh! I've had this experience a few times: when a woman suddenly exposes herself in front of strangers, her most common protective action is usually her breasts rather than her genitals, which is really puzzling!

The boy in front of me is really innocent, because I noticed that the place his gaze lingered on the longest wasn't her genitals, but my wife's breasts. He really does have a bit of an Oedipus complex!

My wife is still wearing a bra and panties, but they've all shifted! Her three private points are all exposed to that handsome young man. I gently teased these three points, which are both familiar and strange to me. They are parts that I can look at whenever I want, touch whenever I want, and do whatever I want to do, they are all very familiar to me! But now, in front of a stranger, they appear so erect, so overflowing, "What a pervert!" I cursed inwardly.

My body was experiencing an unprecedented state of heightened arousal, and incredibly, I was actually enjoying the thrill of having a stranger ogling my wife! My previously waning awareness of sex had turned into a childlike frenzy! And she, my spouse, was having her sense of shame replaced by a woman's latent lust; her resistance was gradually easing, her body was becoming limp, and now the only thing I could sense of her restraint was the sunglasses on her face. To protect her, I let her wear them!

Throughout the entire process, I barely looked at my wife directly, relying entirely on the tactile sensation of our bodies touching; my senses were completely connected to the boy's eyes. Hard to understand? Actually, it's not! Every time I kissed my wife's body, the boy's eyes would show envy! Every time I was about to expose an inch more of her skin, the boy's eyes would show longing anticipation! Every time I touched her sensitive spots, the boy's eyes would show amazement and regret!

If it was our physical intimacy that ignited our desire, it would be more accurate to say that I rediscovered the thrill of past sexual encounters in the young man's eyes! It was a completely different kind of sex. My heart felt this way, and my beloved wife should feel the same! At least her soft, jade-like body confirmed my suspicions.

To unbutton my clothes, I released her nearly paralyzed body, letting her fall to the edge of the bed. She covered her mouth and nose with one hand, trying again to conceal her face, while using the other hand to support her body on the bed, but she was too weak and fell to her side. She shyly covered her anus, which was directly in front of the young man, causing him to lean forward, wanting to get a closer look at the woman's most private and taboo area... What follows is the sexual act between the man and woman. I'm not cut out for writing erotic novels, so I can't vividly describe the "humming... ahh..." sounds, please forgive me!

Actually, the most realistic experience is right there on your own bodies. Why not let your partner see it too? I guarantee you'll have a very "different" lovemaking experience! Then please email me your feelings or opinions so we can exchange experiences.

This was our first sexual experience as a couple. Gradually, I had a second, a third, and so on. I hope to continue to provide reference for fellow enthusiasts who "want" it!

(II)

After experiencing an unprecedented sexual shock, my husband and I were like different people. On the way home, the expressions on our faces were surprisingly calm.

Just before entering the house, we decided to go for a walk on the rooftop balcony. After walking around and making sure no one was around, we tacitly removed each other's clothing from around our genitals and then shamelessly made love under the starry sky! As for whether we were being spied on? We didn't care at that moment; even if we were, it seemed like something we wanted.

After overcoming our psychological barriers, things progressed much more smoothly. Three days later, the forbidden date came again. We met again at the same time and place! But I played a little trick.

That night, I wanted to surprise her. I hadn't told my wife beforehand that we were going to play this forbidden game again. Instead, I invited her to an adult store, a place she would never normally go to! But now she seemed to no longer be averse to anything sexual, and even showed some curiosity and interest. She blushed as she looked at the sexy lingerie I had picked out for her. "Sexy" was my adjective; in reality, those lingerie were things that were practically useless to wear, yet didn't reveal a woman's wantonness if not worn.

After paying, I took her shopping at the department store. Emboldened by lust, I insisted she wear the sexy lingerie I'd just bought. She retorted, "Why wear it now? I can't exactly show it off to you here, can I?" Under my persistent insistence, she was at a loss.

I told her to go to the restroom to change. When she came out, I saw that her breasts, which had been comfortably sized under a regular bra, now displayed their raw shape. Two nipples peeked through the sheer bra cups, standing erect outside her silk blouse, attracting the lustful glances of the men around her and the looks of disdain or envy from the women.

None of that mattered. What I cared about was her current lust, whether it was enough to attract all the men to spy on her and rape her. If it weren't for the legal constraints, I would rather she were just wearing that incredibly provocative lingerie, walking around the department store like a fashion show!

I linked arms with my shy yet trying-to-remain calm wife, quickly escaping the swarms of sticky, fly-like gazes, and led her to the fire escape, a relatively secluded spot. I instructed her to stand at the turn of the stairs and lift her skirt, revealing her underwear, even more revealing than a thong.

She obeyed with extreme panic. As she lifted her pleated skirt, her eyes darted nervously up and down the stairs, fearing someone might suddenly burst in and see her pubic hair-heavy attire. Having satisfied my voyeuristic desires, I hurriedly led her away, before causing any major "incident."

Just as she was recovering from her shock, I discovered... I wasn't on my way home. She gave me a slightly suspicious, self-satisfied smile; I guess she thought I was going to find a place to be intimate with her as usual. But I was actually at the pre-arranged meeting place with the boy.

When she saw the handsome boy again, her expression was one of surprise and unease, because she didn't have sunglasses to hide her face tonight. Oh! I forgot to describe her appearance, didn't I? "Ye Xiqing," do you remember?

Yes, she looks just like her! The boy was also captivated by her face.

We quickly arrived at the room. My wife probably wanted to escape; she asked to go into the bathroom, and I went along with it, saying, "Why don't you just take a shower?" She nodded and went into the bathroom.

Then I heard the sound of her showering. I knew she was very clean, and it would take a while. I chatted aimlessly with the boy, while he was only focused on peeking at his wife through the frosted glass door. I inadvertently discovered that the bathroom door couldn't be locked. I went over and pushed the door open halfway, exposing my wife's half-naked body to his greedy gaze!

I pretended to be indifferent, but my wife wasn't. She awkwardly covered herself while softly scolding me, "What are you doing! Is he watching?!" I told her noncommittally, "He said he wants to watch you shower, so just let him see!" She lightly spat at me, saying, "How can you be so perverted... "

I ignored her, sat back down on the edge of the bed, and watched my wife bathe with the boy.

I don't know what the boy was thinking, but I saw that my wife's expression while bathing was just like when we were newlyweds and she was bathing naked in front of me, so shy. Although she didn't close the door immediately, she tried her best to turn her back to us outside the door, and that alone was enough for me to savor.

As I was immersed in this whirlpool of lust, a sudden thought occurred to me, and I asked the boy who was watching so intently, "Have you ever seen a woman bathe?" He nodded timidly, and I pressed on, "Who do you watch bathe?"

He said, "My mother and sister."

I asked again, "Is it peeping?" He blushed, lowered his head, and didn't answer. I asked him again, "Do your mother and sister know?"

He shook his head and said, "No." "

I was struck by his honesty and how similar it was to my own upbringing. I thought: any boy with a mother and older sister at home would probably do something like this! I decided to grant him his wish. I said, 'Then take off your clothes and go in to shower with her!' He looked at me in disbelief. I nodded firmly and said, 'Hurry up, she'll be done soon!' He quickened his pace of taking off his clothes… When he entered the bathroom, I saw the look of fear on my wife's face when she turned around and saw him. My wife was covering herself with her hands, backing away, and constantly glancing at me outside the bathroom, pleading for my help. I remained unmoved. I watched her keep dodging until she slipped out of the bathroom and came to my side.

I told her, 'Don't be afraid. It's okay! He's just a child.'" "Then I pushed her back into the bathroom and closed the door.

Let nature take its course! I lay down and started watching the physical movements of the strange yet familiar couple in the bathroom through the frosted glass... (III)

Children are always children, at this moment they can only be considered to be in the stage of lust without courage! The image I saw through the frosted glass told me: my wife frantically covered her body with her hands, and finally could only turn her back to him, while he pressed his hand on his private parts, and the two of them remained in this stalemate for a long time, except for the sound of water spraying from the showerhead.

Slowly I vaguely heard the woman say something, but I couldn't hear it very clearly through the glass, so I moved closer to the glass door to listen to the conversation:

Woman: "Don't be too impulsive! Okay?"

Man: "I... I won't!"

Woman: "You still say you won't!? Look at you... you've already... you won't do anything to me, will you?"

Man: "I... I won't..."

Man: "Can you turn around? I won't do anything, I... I just want to look."

Woman: "But you have to promise me that you won't do anything!" She

slowly turned around, still covering her breasts with her hands, forgetting about her lower body. Ha! I really wonder: do all women lose their composure like this at crucial moments? Luckily! She realized her mistake quickly!

She hurriedly tried to cover herself, but left her breasts exposed! Obviously, she realized she had embarrassed herself again! She quickly changed the position of her hands, her posture and movements clumsy, and she must have felt embarrassed herself. Her laughter came from the adult uncensored free anime online viewing website.

Woman: "You're still looking around! And you said nothing would happen!"

Man: "I didn't move!"

Woman: "Actually, I'm not the kind of girl you imagine, it's just that my husband is really... sigh! How can I say this!"

Man: "Actually, you're very good!"

Woman: "Good what! You men just want to see women naked, and then let you..."

I saw that she was covering her genitals with one hand, her chin resting on her other hand, and her breasts were being protected by her forearm. She was leaning against the sink talking to him, while he sat on the edge of the bathtub, probably peeking at the gaps between her arms.

I thought time was limited and we couldn't keep lingering like this, so I knocked on the door and told them to hurry up and wash. My wife yelled back, "How am I supposed to wash like this?!"

I laughed and replied, "Hey!! Why don't you help my wife wash?"

I heard the boy ask my wife in a low voice, "Is it okay?"

My wife said, "He said so, I can't help it! But you really need to behave yourself, or I won't be able to stand it!"

Then I watched as the boy slowly stood up and approached her, gently reaching for the showerhead and spraying water on my wife's body. At first, my wife was a little evasive, but gradually she seemed to be enjoying the automatic shower service. He initially only dared to spray water on her shoulders, arms, and back, but as he saw her gradually relax, he began to spray water on her sensitive areas! From the changes in her posture, I could tell she was beginning to enjoy this unprecedented baptism of desire… She tilted her head back, her hands completely down, warm, lustful water in her mouth, caressing and kneading every inch of her skin from top to bottom. I think my wife was probably shy and had her eyes closed, so she didn't know that the boy's other hand was reaching for her breasts! I estimated that my wife would have a strong reaction after being touched, but I was wrong. She first reached out and grasped his erect penis! At the same time, his hand, which was originally going to touch her breasts, quickly withdrew to protect his manhood!

She picked up the showerhead and bent down to wash the boy, occasionally looking up at him as if saying something. I couldn't hear clearly, but I saw the boy, head down, slowly bend down and reach out to touch her breasts! With the rising steam, the image on the frosted glass was so blurred I couldn't tell how many feet were visible; only vague movements of forward, backward, up, and down were discernible.

Finally, the bathroom door opened, and my wife, like a ripe lobster, was flushed red, while he slumped onto the toilet seat! My wife said mockingly, "You're hopeless! He's a virgin!"

How could I know if he was or not? I only knew that during this process, I experienced a powerful surge of lust. My own wife, right in front of me, was naked in the bathroom with another man, letting him wash her private parts.

I didn't even know where he came from, so how could I know if he was a virgin? Was I filled with jealousy, perverse lust, or the excitement of wanting to compete? I couldn't figure it out! At that moment, all I wanted was to vengefully penetrate my wife's private parts, the private parts that other men had "potentially" already possessed!

Men are truly despicable! When they have something all to themselves, they take it for granted and don't necessarily cherish it. But when they have to compete with others, the unstoppable force and pleasure are incredible! Especially as I rode my wife with abandon under the boy's gaze, enjoying her wild moans like a horse's neigh and a wolf's howl. Three times! Three complete orgasms! She was exhausted from my fucking and collapsed on the carpet. I looked at the boy at the bathroom door, then proudly gripped my penis and ejaculated onto my wife's face!

Immediately, I faced the dilemma of whether to let him have sex with my wife in front of me. I had never had this experience before, and I didn't know if I could handle it. Although this is most men's fantasy, and although it was a struggle, I still smiled victoriously, turning to face the boy who was dumbfounded yet felt pity for his wife, whom I had so intensely violated until she fainted. I tossed him a condom and, in a triumphant tone, commanded him like a trophy being handed out, "Your turn! Take her to the bathroom!"

I think he was fooled by the fact that my wife always seemed to be in a semi-conscious state after extreme excitement. He struggled to carry her, stumbling to the bathroom, and made her kneel on the toilet seat. Under my tense gaze, he tried to penetrate her. Perhaps my earlier performance had suppressed him; his erection seemed unable to penetrate deeply. Perhaps he really was a virgin, or perhaps he just didn't know the right method. In any case, he kept hovering at the entrance, unable to get in!

He gave up! He removed the condom and then obediently and carefully washed my wife's body. While he was washing my wife, I seemed to see the scene of me bathing my older sister again... On the way back, I let him sit in the back seat with my wife, and I encouraged him to unhook my wife's bra again, allowing him to touch and even suck on her breasts again. I even let him lift up my wife's skirt and reach into her panties to touch her genitals. My wife was exhausted and let him do as he pleased! This scene was just like what I had done to my older sister, and I savored the memory warmly.

Before getting off the bus, when I happily paid the boy double the fee, he unexpectedly asked my wife for her panties. We were both very curious. He said that his mother and sister's panties were very conservative, and he wanted to keep this one as a souvenir.

My wife jokingly said, "Oh! Do you also do bad things to your mother and sister?"

His face turned red, and he kept saying, "No! No!"

My wife looked at me with difficulty, and I said, "Give it to him!" My wife reluctantly took it off and gave it to him.

Watching his excited figure, my wife said thoughtfully, "He looks just like my younger brother!"

I was startled! I asked her, "In what way do you think he resembles your brother?"

She stammered, "Age...age! What are you thinking?"

I glanced at her sideways and replied, "Oh! Really!..."

[The End]
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