Ten years of marriage

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My wife and I have been married for ten years. The passion of our early days has faded, replaced by a quiet, enduring bond and a deep sense of kinship. Sometime during this time, I stumbled upon a forum for couples to connect. Initially, I was only curious and skeptical about the forum's advocacy of couples swapping, or perhaps more accurately, fantasizing. I never imagined I would actually try it myself. I suspect most people on the forum shared this attitude. Driven by curiosity and a man's primal desires, I frequently browsed the forum, marveling at the wives' alluring selfies and sharing their novel perspectives on swapping, and becoming fascinated by the couples' blissful experiences. However, all of this had been a closely guarded secret for my wife for a considerable period. Unfortunately, after two or three years of keeping this private matter secret, she finally discovered it. Let me tell you the story. Before I begin, I need to tell you about my wife and me. Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. Over the past ten years, our relationship has experienced both romance and ups and downs. There have been passionate honeymoons and periods of icy indifference. But one thing has remained constant: our loyalty and love for each other. My wife and I were both virgins when we married. Although we had both had other partners before, we were both quite conservative when it came to sex. So, we preserved our precious innocence until our wedding night. Hehe, isn't that old-fashioned? But it's true. Because I've always kept my activities secret, I always remember to delete my browsing history after visiting forums. I usually choose to do this when my wife isn't home or after she's asleep and I've finished my online business late at night. It wasn't until last year's May Day holiday that I realized that for over thirty years, I've considered myself cautious, but in this matter, I've only been burying my head in the sand. For salaried workers and civil servants, the May Day holiday is, of course, a joyous feast—either enjoying travel and fine dining or staying home for a complete rest. But for us private business owners, all of this was endless torment. I spent the entire long holiday with my clients. By day, I was their servant, running errands and serving them tea and water at their tourist spots. By night, I became their meal ticket and drinking buddy, indulging in a life of luxury. The result, as you can imagine, was neglecting my wife and daughter. But what could I do? After all, my clients are my bread and butter. I finally returned home late on May 7th, exhausted and reeking of alcohol. When I got home, I found my wife alone; my daughter had gone to her grandparents' house. Seeing my disheveled state, my wife was initially very caring, preparing a late-night snack and running a bath for me. But her words were anything but kind, a mix of bitter memories and retaliatory remarks. Her mood shifted from cloudy to gloomy, and finally, she started to shed tears. Sigh, is this a common trait of wives everywhere? Of course, I'm used to it by now. First, I tried sweet talk, then I tried a stern reprimand, but nothing worked. I had no choice but to resort to my ultimate weapon: avoid trouble. After showering, I went to my small bed in the study and slept alone. Because I was really tired, I soon fell into a deep sleep. In the middle of the night, my stomach started acting up, and I woke up. I had to get up to use the bathroom. When I came out, I noticed the bedroom lamp was still on. Oh, my wife isn't asleep yet? I pushed open the slightly ajar bedroom door and found my wife still online. Because she was wearing headphones with large overhangs, she didn't even notice me when I walked behind her. I looked at the computer screen and was shocked. It was clearly showing explicit photos of wives from various forums. Just as I was about to tap her on the shoulder, my wife turned around and saw me. "Ah!" she screamed, "You're like a ghost! I didn't hear you when you came in, you scared me to death!" I slowly removed the headphones from her head from behind, and only then did she realize what was wrong. I pointed to the stunning image on the computer screen. She glanced at the screen, then turned back to look at me. In the dim light of the computer screen, I noticed a fleeting hint of shyness in my wife's eyes, and a flush rising to her face. Good heavens! Good heavens! As a married couple of ten years, this was a sight I hadn't seen in years. But a wife is a wife, possessing a remarkable composure that most people can't imagine. In just a few seconds, that shyness and flush transformed into a serious expression and a low, angry rebuke. "You actually did this behind my back! Tell me honestly, what happened?" Ah, my clever wife was turning the tables on me. What to do? What to do? Heh, well, she's my wife, I have to handle her myself. I didn't say a word, but wrapped my arms around her soft waist from behind, first gently kissing her neck, then sucking on her earlobe. After the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, the bedroom was filled with my wife's soft, murmuring breaths. Seeing the time was ripe, I swept her into my arms and carried her to bed, where we both removed our pajamas. Reaching out, I found her flowerbed overflowing like a raging river, a flood of passion. What followed, of course, was a series of passionate encounters, a triumphant journey. An hour later, the storm subsided, and we slept soundly through the night. In front of my wife, I always felt like the Monkey King, Sun Wukong, incredibly intelligent and omnipotent, his seventy-two transformations invincible. But as time went on, I realized I was just a monkey, while my wife, though lacking seventy-two transformations, could easily kill me with just three. The first transformation was into the nagging Tang Monk, reciting the Tightening-Headband Mantra to drive me crazy; the second, into the caring Guanyin, who helped me in my time of need, leaving me deeply grateful; the most terrifying was the third—she could even transform into the all-seeing Buddha, not only seeing right through me but also pinning me under the Five Finger Mountain when I became particularly rowdy. How could my little bit of cleverness possibly escape my wife's discerning eyes? The next day, she told me that she actually knew my little secret all along, but just didn't want to expose it, giving me face. Oh my god, I finally realized that believing in Brother Chun is not as good as believing in my wife. Believing in Brother Chun brings eternal life, believing in my wife makes me a victorious Buddha. However, my wife and I really have to thank the brothers and sisters on this forum. In the days that followed, their amazing or touching stories, their gorgeous or beautiful photos, truly became the spice of our marriage. Among the female friends I know, my wife, while not the absolute best, is definitely one of the most beautiful women. When she was young, my wife was 172cm tall, with a slender and tall figure, a typical slender beauty. But as she has aged, and thanks to my careful nurturing, my beloved wife, now thirty-five and a mother, has inevitably gained a more voluptuous and mature beauty. Her once small and delicate breasts have become full and firm, and her once high and shapely buttocks have become large and full. In short, time, like a sculptor, has imperceptibly transformed my wife from a slender, shy young girl into a beautiful, voluptuous, and alluring young woman. My wife works for a large commercial company, surrounded by handsome young men and dashing figures. Although she has been devoted to me for ten years and never actively flirted, you can't stop the butterflies from swooping over a beautiful flower. She has never hidden her romantic encounters from me, sometimes even boasting about them. Since we started frequenting couples' forums, my beautiful wife has become even more alluring. It was a spring weekend evening in mid-May, after a passionate encounter with my wife who had just returned from a business trip to Guangzhou, ninilu...As usual, we were naked, admiring the explicit photos and stories of our friends on the forum, chatting and commenting. As we talked, my wife looked at me with dreamy eyes for a full minute, then suddenly asked, "Honey, if you were to find a lover other than me, what kind would you choose?" "Huh? What?" I was caught off guard. "Well, do you want the truth or a lie?" "The truth, of course. Look me in the eye and tell me the truth." "Haha, then I won't hold back, don't mind. I like mature, voluptuous women, preferably older than me. I have a bit of a mother complex, you know. Hehe?" I said, reaching out to stroke my wife's full breasts. "Take it away, look at you, I'm talking to you nicely, why are you touching me?" My wife said, removing my hand. "And you, what kind of type do you like?" Of course, I wouldn't miss the chance to follow up. "Me? I like young, handsome guys. I don't like those lecherous old men; they all look so filthy and disgusting." "Oh, really? Have you got your eye on someone? No problem, just tell me who you like, and I can play matchmaker for you. Hehe!" I said, grabbing her full, round breasts again. This time, my wife didn't resist, letting me fondle her breasts. "I have something to tell you, don't mind me, but Xiao Z from our company got drunk in Guangzhou the other day. On the way back to the hotel, she knelt down on one knee and told me she loved me. I was a little stunned. What should I do?" "Ah, Xiao Z? You mean that college student Xiao Z who's been interning at your company for almost a year?" "Yes." Hearing this, I was a little taken aback. I'd met Xiao Z before. Once, after get off work, I stopped by my wife's company to pick her up. The young man who came with her was no more than twenty-one or twenty-two years old, with big eyes, delicate features, and a tall, handsome figure—a real heartthrob. After my wife got into the car, he turned around and greeted her with a childlike smile. Later, my wife told me that he was a new college intern at their company, Xiao Z, the son of the company's boss's classmate. He lost his mother in a car accident when he was young, and his father specifically asked my wife to take care of him. Good heavens, I never expected that young, callow boy to be so cunning. Even more unexpected was that my wife, already middle-aged, still had such charm, making a young man's heart flutter. "You're so charming, honey. Doesn't she have a mother complex like me?" I was really a little jealous and let go of my wife's hands that were patting her breasts. "Yes, maybe a little. He said he feels an indescribable warmth when he's with me." "Isn't his internship about to end?" "His father found him a job in Hainan, and he's going to report for duty next week. He said he was afraid of missing the chance to confess to me, so he told me while we were on a business trip." Heavens above, haha, it seems I really have to satisfy my wife this time. My wife, accustomed to delicacies, finally had a plate of exquisite appetizers placed before her. How could I let her slip away? "Alright. Honey, I understand what you mean. Go ahead and arrange it. I don't mind." Hearing my words, tears welled up in her eyes. She gently lowered her body and took my old gun into her mouth with her pearly white lips. Immediately, I heard a soft sizzle and a soft moan. A warm current rushed from her body to her head. Before long, her whole body felt like it was floating on clouds. The next hour, of course, was filled with the sounds of wind and rain, the blooming and falling of flowers. The next morning, my wife, still entangled in bed, told me that they had actually had sex as soon as they returned to the hotel that day. I wasn't surprised when I found out. After all, we've been married for ten years, and I used to frequent various adult websites. I had long accepted various open-minded views, so I could understand this. Although my wife had been absolutely loyal to me before, and had never been with any other man besides me, just as a normal man enjoys various women, my wife, in the prime of her life, would naturally be attracted to handsome men. I thought that letting my beloved partner fully enjoy the beauty she had long admired reflected a man's generosity and tolerance towards women, and a husband's care and protection for his wife. The most important things between husband and wife should be loyalty and love; as the saying goes, love is eternal, sex is limitless. My wife and I have been married for ten years, and she is a mature woman, a wife and mother. Although emotions and desires sometimes suddenly flare up, even burning fiercely, reason is ultimately the norm. After that day, my wife told Xiao Z that no matter what happened between them, they could only be friends. Xiao Z told her that he understood this very well; he had always considered my wife a gentle and considerate older sister, and that would never change. "How did it feel?"Looking at my wife nestled in my arms, a sudden curiosity arose within me. "Of course, it's indescribably wonderful," she said, her face flushed and her eyes brimming with desire. "Really?" Damn it, I felt a surge of jealousy, a wave of bitterness washing over me. I knew jealousy was inevitable; after all, my wife had always been my exclusive possession. This intimate encounter with Xiao Z had stirred up a storm between my wife and me, disrupting our previously peaceful married life. I approved of and appreciated the swapping game, but for some reason, I longed for the thrill of a threesome. That way, my wife's lovemaking could be completely under my watchful eye and control. On one hand, although my wife understood the teachings of our community, sometimes she still found it unacceptable to treat women as playthings to be swapped with a stranger for sexual stimulation. On the other hand, even the tallest building starts from the ground up; everything takes time, and my wife's mindset needed gradual education. When I told my wife about my idea of a threesome, she didn't object; instead, she seemed eager and impulsive. This time, I truly understood that my wife's impulse reflected a common characteristic of women: the desire to experience more men. I've found this awareness deeply ingrained in every woman's heart, even though many women never dare to cross that line in their entire lives. And now, my previously stubborn and conservative wife, once her desires were unleashed, was unstoppable. After accepting my suggestion, the next step, of course, was to consider suitable candidates. When it came to candidates, my first thought was Xiao Z. But my wife had her own considerations. She didn't approve of Xiao Z. Although she and he had already had physical contact, they knew each other, and doing it with him would definitely bring unnecessary trouble. A threesome is ultimately unacceptable to most people in real life. Of course, I wholeheartedly agreed with my wife's suggestion. Although I admire Nicholas Tse's self-control, and although I'm not a public figure, if something like Cecilia Cheung's situation happened to my wife, I still wouldn't have the courage to bear such immense social pressure. Finally, my wife and I agreed on a plan: find a stranger online, have some fun, and then go our separate ways, with no further contact. While choosing a single man seemed relatively easy in theory, putting it into practice proved quite challenging. But perseverance pays off, and we finally identified a suitable target: a senior at X City Transportation University, 1.8 meters tall, and from his photos and videos, unsurprisingly handsome and dashing. I'll call him Xiao W for now. Our criteria for choosing a single man were: first, he had to meet my wife's expectations—young, handsome, and energetic; second, besides his dashing appearance, he needed to possess gentle, honest, and trustworthy qualities; and finally, and most importantly, safety was paramount—he had to be in good health. To this end, my wife and I communicated with Xiao W online for nearly two months. Xiao W's appearance was immediately apparent—handsome and impeccable. On the other hand, Xiao W is truly an honest and good kid. He not only showed us his ID card, student ID, driver's license, academic transcript, school medical examination results, and other identification documents, but also sent us photos and videos of his school life. Time flies, and in the following months, my wife and I and Xiao W became close friends who could talk about anything. What's left? The rest should be a natural progression, like a ripe fruit falling into place. Finally, the exciting moment we had been waiting for arrived. In mid-August, I happened to be going to X city to attend a product ordering conference. Of course, I wouldn't miss this excellent opportunity and decided to go with my wife. The day before we left for X city, we told Xiao W the news. He was also extremely excited on his computer and said he absolutely had to pick us up at the airport. Actually, the clients in X city had airport pickup arrangements, but after thinking about it, we decided to meet him first and agreed to his request. The next day, my wife and I made careful preparations before departure. Besides the necessary business trip items and condoms, I also specifically asked her to bring a box of emergency contraceptives. Although I knew those were her safe period, I didn't want any accidents to happen because of a moment of pleasure. The flight to X city took about an hour and a half. Whether it was nervousness or excitement, my wife, who often travels all over the country by plane for business, was a little airsick. From takeoff to landing, she sat next to me, holding my right arm tightly with both hands and resting her face on my shoulder. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" After the plane landed, I gently touched her slightly pale cheek with my left hand and asked softly. "Oh. It's okay, just a little airsick." My wife said, adjusting her bangs and shaking her head. By then, the plane had come to a complete stop. We packed our luggage and got off the plane. I took my wife's arm with one hand and pulled the luggage with the other, stopping at the airport exit. I glanced back at my wife, who was holding my arm. She had clearly recovered quickly after getting off the plane; her face had regained its usual rosy glow. As my wife and I walked out of the airport terminal, we immediately spotted Xiao W. In real life, Xiao W was even more robust than in the photos. He had short hair, his white shirt collar slightly open, and the sleeves rolled up to his arms, revealing his tanned skin. He had clear, bright eyes with a touch of childlike innocence, a straight nose, and thin, lovely pink lips. He really did look a bit like Tony Leung. He was craning his neck, looking this way, on the steps of the airport exit. Just as my wife and I were carefully observing him, he noticed us and quickly walked over. "Brother, sister-in-law, hello. You must be tired from your journey," he greeted us, extending his right hand to shake ours. When he grasped my wife's fair, delicate hand, I saw a bright, childlike smile spread across his face. To welcome us, Xiao W had specially borrowed a Jetta from a classmate's father. Although the summer holidays were over in August, the heat was still intense as soon as we got off the plane. After getting in the car, I realized that Xiao W was quite thoughtful; he hadn't turned off the air conditioning when he picked us up, and the cool air immediately dispelled the fatigue and weariness my wife had felt from airsickness. On the way to the hotel, Xiao W and I chatted and laughed like old friends. My wife remained silent, only occasionally offering a knowing smile as she listened to our conversation. Xiao W drove us to the hotel that the client had already booked. After getting out of the car, because the client had a business dinner that evening, I didn't ask Xiao W to go upstairs. Xiao W was clever; he clearly understood my meaning and said, "...""Brother, sister-in-law, you should rest first. Call me if you need anything." He dropped us off and drove off. After two days of business negotiations, the client arranged some sightseeing tours, which really left us exhausted. To recharge, my wife and I slept until noon on the third morning. After lunch, we returned to our room. While my wife was taking a shower, I called Xiao W. When she came out of the bathroom, I told her that Xiao W would be there soon. A blush and a hint of tenderness crossed my wife's face. I knew that the exciting moment my wife had been waiting for was about to arrive. By the way, for the sake of description, I must introduce our room. I had asked my client to arrange this room for me in advance. I told him on the phone that I wanted my wife to come along, as she rarely goes out with me, and asked him to arrange something luxurious. My friend really didn't disappoint. It was a deluxe suite in a four-star hotel. Besides a huge, luxuriously equipped bathroom, it was divided into two rooms, with leather sofas, a flat-screen TV, a deluxe bed, and all sorts of amenities. While waiting for Xiao W, I took a shower. When I came out in my pajamas, I found my wife had changed into a white floral dress that she had specially brought from home. To be honest, because of her tall figure, my wife is really suited to long dresses. They accentuated her slender and graceful figure even more. Her long, freshly washed hair hung loosely over her shoulders, her dark hair concealing her two full, fair arms, making me a little dizzy with desire. "Hehe, are you in a bit of a hurry?" I went over and hugged my wife, gently kissing her cheek. "What did you say?" My wife pushed me away, but then turned back to me. "I think Xiao W has a great figure. Do you like her?" I knew my wife really liked Xiao W, but I still wanted to tease her on purpose. "I like her." My wife winked at me coquettishly. I could already feel my wife's longing for the happiness to come. To be honest, I love my wife, and I long to give her all the happiness and joy. "Ding-dong." Just as we were whispering, the doorbell rang. I knew Xiao W had arrived, so I quickly went to open the door. "Brother, sister-in-law, hello." Xiao W stood at the door, holding a bouquet of lilies, her face beaming. "Hello." I said, glancing at my wife. My wife went up and took the bouquet of lilies, placing it on the coffee table. I saw the sparkling eyes in Xiao W's eyes when she looked at my wife; she actually found my wife quite attractive. After Xiao W came in, the three of us, for some reason, sat side by side on the sofa in the living room, looking at each other without saying a word. We just looked at each other, unsure how to start. Before this, although my wife had already had physical contact with Xiao Z, and she had described the situation to me verbally, and I had imagined the upcoming scene more than once, it was still just someone else's account and my own imagination. When this moment was truly about to unfold before my eyes, how could I not be nervous and apprehensive? I often wonder if men with such thoughts are really a bit perverted, actually wanting to watch their beloved wife writhe and moan under another man's crotch. Looking at the tall and handsome Xiao W in front of me, and then at my alluring wife beside me, a slightly perverse desire rose from the soles of my feet, seemingly occupying my entire mind and body. But after all, it was truly the first time, and nervousness, apprehension, and even a slight sense of rejection were inevitable. To change the somewhat heavy atmosphere and create a harmonious and positive ambiance, I opened a bottle of dry red wine and poured a glass for everyone. Perhaps due to the unspoken tension, the first glass, after saying "Cheers!", was drunk down by all three of us in one gulp. The second glass, and the third glass, were also quickly emptied. "Tea is the matchmaker for romance, and wine is the go-between for love." After three cups, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became ambiguous, like the faint aroma of red wine in the air, seeping into the bodies of the three people, seeping through their skin, and spreading throughout the room. At this moment, the blush on my wife's face had spread all over her body, and her body, leaning against the sofa, gradually became charming and alluring, even her fair and slender arms became pink and rosy. The change in Xiao W was obviously more obvious. His big, blinking eyes had lost their childlike innocence, and he stared at my wife with a pair of eyes full of a man's thirst and longing. I saw that the time was ripe, so I gestured to Xiao W towards the bathroom. Xiao W obviously understood what I meant and turned to go into the bathroom. While Xiao W was taking a shower, I turned the TV volume down to the lowest setting and turned off all the main lights in the room, leaving only the bedside lamp on. After all, it was the first time, and I knew my wife was still very nervous. However, I was nervous too, but I didn't show it. I leaned back on the sofa, my wife gripping my hand nervously. I knew I couldn't let her back down now, so I gently pressed my lips to hers. My wife loves kissing, and we kissed passionately. She was lost in the moment and slowly relaxed. While kissing her, I took off her outer skirt and bra, gently caressing her breasts as we kissed her tenderly. I knew this was the most relaxing thing for her, but of course, I also had to keep an eye on Xiao W's movements. Finally, Xiao W emerged, wrapped in a towel, and silently approached. My wife didn't notice him. He quietly walked to the sofa, gently lifted her feet, and lightly kissed the soles of her feet. My wife was clearly taken aback; her body trembled slightly, like water rippling in a gentle breeze. I wanted my wife to lie flat on the sofa, but she wasn't ready to fully relax and simply lay on her side. I stood up and went to one end of the sofa to make room for Xiao W. Xiao W knelt down in front of his wife and gently kissed her ear. His breathing was heavy as he licked her earlobe with the tip of his tongue. His wife immediately gripped my hand tightly. At that moment, I didn't know if it was nervousness or stimulation. Later, she told me that Xiao W's heavy breathing made her feel attracted to him because his deep breathing made her feel he was very masculine. Xiao W didn't kiss his wife's lips, which I agreed to. He slid his tongue down to her neck, another sensitive area. At this moment, his wife truly relaxed, lying flat on the large sofa, fully displaying her alluring curves, rising and falling with Xiao W's kisses. Next were her breasts, then her lower abdomen. At this point, I held his wife's hand, observing her expression. She seemed to be enjoying it, her eyes closed. Seeing this sensual scene, I couldn't just stand by and watch. I continued kissing his wife's lips. Xiao W's tongue had already slid from his wife's dense forest to her beautiful valley. His wife began to moan softly, her legs starting to close but being gently parted by Xiao W. His tongue made swirling motions, but not with his mouth; that was a woman's most tender spot, and he couldn't be too forceful. The soft swirling sounds of Xiao W's tongue, his wife's soft moans, and the pounding of our hearts blended into the most beautiful melody. My dear wife, in my eyes she was so reserved, so noble. Now, she was stimulating my senses and nerves with her increasingly intense moans, revealing the most authentic nature of a mature woman under the stimulation of a strange man. Xiao W was experienced and understood women. The foreplay ended with Xiao W's tongue, his wife's moans, and her slowly swaying body and slightly trembling legs. I reached my hand to his wife's secret place, where it was already overflowing with desire. His wife's rising moans and her constantly opening and closing lips showed her desire, and also aroused the passion in both Xiao W and me. I glanced at Xiao W; he was looking at me too, seemingly seeking my opinion. I nodded. Xiao W stepped forward and gently kissed my wife. She didn't turn her mouth away. Later, she said her consciousness was already blurred. Xiao W began kissing her, and she cooperated. Actually, it's hard to describe the feeling at that moment with just the word "excitement." I noticed they were kissing deeply. Of course, I was more focused on how Xiao W entered my wife's body and how she reacted during penetration. Xiao W and I together laid my wife's delicate body, which was trembling like a leaf in the wind, sideways on the sofa. While kissing my wife, Xiao W used his right hand to support his body, leaning forward and holding his thick penis with his left hand. It was then that I noticed Xiao W's penis was pink and thick, much larger than mine. I was a little worried about whether my wife could handle it. Xiao W didn't rush to insert his penis into his wife's vagina, but instead played around at the entrance. I stared intently at that spot, swallowing hard. Suddenly, my wife made a soft moan, her body trembled noticeably, and she released her grip on my hand, instead tightly wrapping her arms around Xiao W's neck. I felt a pang of jealousy and wanted to end it all immediately, but curiosity and reason kept me going. Perhaps sensing it was about time, Xiao W slowly rubbed his penis into my wife's wet vagina. I had to admire Xiao W's skill; his penis penetrated deeper with each movement, and my wife's moans grew louder. Suddenly, Xiao W stopped, and everything came to an abrupt halt. Just as my wife was about to release her arms from his neck, Xiao W thrust his hips forward, my wife jerked her head back, released his lips, and cried out, "Ah!" Xiao W began...The intense movement caused my wife to moan incessantly. This was a scene I had been waiting for. Little W thrust violently back and forth, and my wife, moaning, tentatively responded. I stroked her breasts, continuing to watch. It was all so beautiful, so alluring. At this moment, all morality, all tradition, all the hypocritical masks men and women wore, all love, all restraint and dignity—all vanished. Only the sounds of flesh mingling, the heavy breathing of men and women driven by desire, remained. I found my penis still hard, but the physical reaction was far less intense than the psychological one. I squeezed my wife's breasts hard. Little W was working very hard, and afterwards, my wife said she truly enjoyed it that night, feeling each thrust more intense than the last. Little W's attacks were fierce, bringing her orgasms wave after wave. Little W changed positions, and my wife seemed to enjoy these positions even more. I simply became a true spectator. Little W had great stamina; each thrust didn't make him ejaculate, but instead made his wife scream loudly. Little W wrapped his arms around his wife from the sofa, kissing her as he continued to thrust. Suddenly he increased his speed, and his wife's screams rose again. One, two, about sixty thrusts later, Little W shouted and left his wife's body. The stimulation and a renewed surge of jealousy aroused my desire. I pressed down on my wife's body, her empty vagina filling up again, making her scream again. Later, my wife said, "How come I was so amazing that night?" Little W was a man who understood women; he also kissed his wife passionately. After the happy three of us finished our battle on the sofa that day, the battlefield moved to the bathroom, and finally to the luxurious bed in the hotel. During this time, it was sometimes like a storm, sometimes whispered conversation, sometimes intermittent sweet nothings, sometimes a gentle murmur, until finally, like a sudden burst of iron, swords clashing, and water splattering everywhere. The stimulation and pleasure were indescribable.

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