Days of multiple partners

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(I)

My wife is twenty-four years old this year, the prime of a woman's life. She has a pair of large, clear, dark eyes
, soft, full red lips, a delicate, petite nose, and beautifully smooth cheeks.
While not a beauty, she is undeniably adorable.

My wife was originally a conservative and virtuous girl, raised with strict discipline
. Even when we were discussing marriage, she only vaguely understood matters of sex. It wasn't until our relationship was officially established that she
gave me her pure virginity.

Perhaps because we haven't had children, our sex life has been very fulfilling, as
evidenced by our two years of married life.

In this quiet, safe little home, we gradually became familiar with each other's bodies, constantly discovering our
primal desires and accumulating experience in sex. We unleashed our pent-up sexual desires to the fullest
, savoring the unparalleled pleasure of sex.

We frantically created and indulged in pleasure.

But I couldn't convince myself to encourage her to find a lover. Letting my wife have sex with other men
seemed like a hassle, and she'd think I didn't love her. Each of us having our own affairs
wasn't an option either; that was no different from encouraging her to find a lover.

But the burning desire within me, like a blade of grass, would grow wildly as long as there was sunshine.

As our lives gradually became more mundane, these strange thoughts grew stronger and stronger, becoming uncontrollable.
In these moments, sex with my wife became somewhat dull. For a period, although we had frequent intercourse
, I often felt weak just before reaching my climax, and for almost six months,
I didn't ejaculate even once during sex with my wife.

So, I was often troubled by this state of mind, not understanding what was wrong. At that time, I
was incredibly frustrated, even feeling hopeless. Later, while browsing the internet, I suddenly discovered that there were actually 3P, 4P, and even
multi-P sexual encounters, which immediately felt incredibly stimulating.

Every night before bed, I fantasized about other men frantically ravaging my wife's body, penetrating her until she was almost
dead, and then ejaculating thick semen inside her. Over time, if I didn't think about these
scenarios during sex with my wife, I couldn't ejaculate.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind: it would be incredibly
exciting to do this with a stranger. This thought made me eager to try it; of course, if I were to do it, it had to be done secretly, extremely secretly
.

Similar thoughts came to me while lying in bed, feeling depressed, in a half-asleep, half-awake state.

Not long after our marriage, one evening after watching TV and washing up, I went to bed first, while my wife
took a shower alone in the bathroom. Just then, I glanced up and noticed that one corner of the curtain was drooping. I stood up to take a closer
look and realized that a clip on the curtain ring had come loose. Since I was already naked and the curtain was quite high up, I
didn't bother to fix it.

But just as I was about to lie down, my eyes swept over that spot again, and I thought I saw
a figure on the balcony of the building across the street!

My wife had just finished washing up and was lying in bed reading a magazine, wearing only her underwear. The ceiling light was on,
and the glare made it difficult to see clearly. My immediate thought was that someone was peeping.

After getting into bed, I turned off the bedside lamp to get a better look, but it was impossible for us not to see
the balcony of the building across the street from our bed. It seemed that the person on the other side could only see the foot and middle of the bed. Even so, it
gave me a real fright…

I wondered who it was? How many days had the curtain ring been loose? Luckily, we've been keeping the lights off most of the time when we're making love lately
. But because it's been so hot lately, my wife likes to wear very little clothing and walk around the house in the evenings…

The next evening, the same thing happened. While my wife was washing up, I was online, but at the same time,
I was keeping an eye on the activity on the balcony upstairs.

There really was someone there!

The person was completely still, and you couldn't really tell unless you looked closely. It seemed to be a
man in his forties living alone in the building across the street. This man seemed to be very lecherous; every time my wife and I waited for the bus at the community bus stop, his
eyes would always leer at my wife, which had made me feel quite disgusted several times.

It seemed this guy had been observing our lives for more than just a day…

At first, I was conflicted. I wanted to confront him, but I also wanted to close the curtains tightly. But thinking about it carefully,
what could he possibly be doing? At most, he'd just be peeping. As I thought about it, a strange, mischievous thought suddenly popped into my head
: He's hiding there just to watch my wife! My wife is pretty, with a good figure, neither too thin nor too
plump, so I decided to indulge him and let him see what he was made of!

After my wife came out of the bathroom, she was practically naked in front of the mirror fixing her hair, admiring herself. At that moment,
I stood up, walked behind her, hugged her from behind, and slowly unbuttoned her nightgown. One hand
gently caressed her bare breasts, while the other kneaded her round, soft buttocks, all the while
we looked at each other in the mirror. My wife sweetly reached out and hooked her arms around my neck, and then we kissed standing in front of the mirror
…

Then, I secretly glanced at the window, and the man's figure was even clearer against the sky!

I knew he was watching us intently. With a determined heart and a gritted teeth, I unbuttoned all the buttons on my wife's nightgown
and flipped the front of it up to her shoulders.

My wife calmly looked at her naked body in the mirror, smiled softly, and said, "What are you doing? It's
not like I haven't seen you before."

I said, "Even if you saw me every day, I wouldn't get tired of it!"

Then I pulled my wife's panties down to her thighs, and she lifted her leg to take them off herself, holding them in her hand.
My wife and I admired her naked body in the mirror together: her two full breasts, her flat stomach, and the thick
pubic hair below...

My wife teasingly asked me in a soft voice, "How is it? Is my figure good? Is my skin smooth?"

"Wow, so smooth!" I praised her, continuing our kissing.

To give the audience a better view, I simply pulled my wife away from the mirror from behind,
positioning her facing the window. I lifted her breasts with one hand and removed the hand that had been caressing her genitals with the other
, letting the guy see clearly!

At this point, my wife thought I was going to pull her to bed, so she readily agreed, half-lying, half-sitting on the bed, and smilingly
said, "Go turn off the TV and the ceiling light..."

By this time, I was determined to completely expose her, so I said I'd turn them off later, and then I took off my clothes.

To be honest, undressing naked in front of someone was initially a little embarrassing. But I gritted my teeth
and did it.

Then I secretly glanced out the window again; that person was still there!

Afraid he couldn't see us clearly from the head of the bed, while we were kissing and caressing, I completely removed my wife's nightgown, turned her
body at a 75-degree angle from the head of the bed to the foot, so her open legs faced the window!

Then, I placed a pillow under my wife's buttocks, lay on my side next to her, put my arm
under her neck, and kissed her while caressing her breasts, lower abdomen, pubic hair, and thighs. Then, I spread her legs
and started playing with her clitoris. Finally, I rolled over, lay on my side, and put my head between my wife's legs, kissing her
vulva and anus. My wife, meanwhile, held my penis with both hands, kneading it intently.

Knowing someone was watching us, I felt incredibly aroused!

My wife only rubbed my penis for a short while before I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want to end it immediately, so I lay flat
on the bed, pulled my wife onto me, and started riding her up.

Under the pressure of my wife's body, the urge to ejaculate gradually faded...

To give that guy a clearer view, I gestured for my wife to turn around so her back was facing me, and then I began to move up and down, panting heavily
...

My wife usually liked this, because she could see my penis going in and out of her vagina if she lowered her head slightly.

I lay on the bed, touching my wife's round buttocks, and carefully looked out the window from behind her back. At that moment, I
clearly saw that the viewer was that man...

At that moment, I couldn't take it anymore, so I rolled over, spread my wife's legs, and vigorously fucked her until I ejaculated
with great pleasure...

After catching my breath, my wife whispered to me that she also felt very comfortable and suggested that we change positions more often in bed
, saying that it would be more novel and exciting!

After resting for a while, my wife got up to go to the bathroom to clean herself and expel the semen. On her way back, she
admired her naked body in the mirror before turning off the overhead light and the computer.

In the instant darkness fell, I discovered that the man's figure was still standing there.

Lying in bed, recalling the scene from earlier, I couldn't resist taking my wife again, but this time it was
in the dark, truly just the two of us.

After that, I tentatively opened the curtains a little wider, without my wife noticing. In
many subsequent sexual encounters, I noticed the men opposite me were there, and once I even saw something
flashing in his hand. Then it suddenly dawned on me: it was a telescope! But I found it even more exciting.

Like many couples, I used to imagine my wife having sex with multiple men,
telling her these stories during kisses and caresses in bed, arousing her to the point of unbearable desire, her moans echoing as
we reached climax together.

Of course, after the passion subsided, my wife probably thought it was too exaggerated. Perhaps it was just a technique I used; she always thought I was creating an atmosphere, or perhaps she believed such things were completely impossible
in real life . 　　After much pleading, she finally agreed to open the curtains and make love with the bedside lamp on after 10 PM. Later, she simply turned on the overhead light completely! 　　At that time, our sex life might have seemed almost crazy to outsiders. To seek excitement, we liked to make love naked on the balcony at night. Our bedroom window was also near the balcony. In the summer, we didn't have air conditioning in our bedroom, so we couldn't close the curtains, only the screen. 　　Sometimes we would deliberately open the curtains, and under the bright light, I would hold my naked wife in my arms, and we would make love in front of the brightly lit window. Or we would stand on the bed, lift my wife's naked body, and deliberately point her genitals towards the man outside the window, forcefully spreading her delicate labia. Although this position was more strenuous, this angle completely exposed her genitals . 　　At that time, I thought that from the building or street across the street, about twenty or thirty meters away, there must be more than just that man watching us make love. And with a good pair of binoculars, even my wife's genitals could be seen clearly, down to the smallest detail. 　　Sometimes, we would simply make love on the windowsill. 　　Our windowsill was a bit small, but my wife was petite, so it wasn't a big problem. I would have her kneel on the windowsill, insert my penis into her vagina from behind, and continue thrusting while standing. My hands would reach under her armpits to her front to caress her breasts. With that position, and the dim lighting in the living room, I believed that if someone across the street were there, they could fully appreciate my wife's beauty. 　　The tension of being spied on actually heightened the climax, and I noticed my wife was particularly excited. At these times, her buttocks would bounce up and down energetically, often causing me to ejaculate quickly . 　　We even had sex on summer nights, standing in the hallway outside our neighbor's apartment. My wife wrapped her arms around my shoulders, her legs entwined around me, our genitals still tightly joined. I held my naked wife, my penis inside her wet vagina, and vigorously rocked her soft buttocks up and down with my hand. 　　"Ah...ah..." My wife raised her head, whispering, afraid to make a sound. 　　I held her tightly so she wouldn't fall to the floor. I fucked her while paying attention to...

I could hear noises coming from inside the neighbor's door (afraid they might suddenly come out).

Just a moment later, "Mmm...mmm..." With a moan from my wife, her hips began to
twitch like a motor, and I struggled to keep thrusting.

"Oh...ah...mmm..." Finally, with my ejaculation, my wife collapsed into my arms
; I knew she had reached orgasm.

We remained in that position until our breathing gradually calmed.

I touched her apple-like cheeks with my sticky hands, listening to her soft breaths, and asked
if she enjoyed it. She gently bumped her head against my chest.

Sometimes my wife told me that she also felt that orgasms came especially quickly and intensely during this strange kind of intercourse
!

I even half-jokingly said to my wife, "Could we have
sex in the grass in the park or on the bus one night?"

Although my wife was shy and a little uneasy, she nodded in agreement.

It really was a secret pleasure. My wife's impulsiveness realistically reflects a
common characteristic of women: the desire to experience more stimulation. This awareness resides deeply in a woman's
heart, much like how many young girls or lonely adult women have fantasies of being raped.
Although many women never dare to cross that line in their lives, deep down, that desire for indulgence is still
very strong. Although my wife never explicitly expressed it, I could clearly feel this through her unusual excitement and explosive pleasure

during our intercourse . Whenever we tried a new position or posture, or when we imagined my wife being raped during intercourse, even with the lights on or next to an open window, her pleasure came very quickly. 　　When we talked about it after experiencing intense pleasure, we both absolutely believed that it could never happen to us. We didn't realize, or perhaps didn't want to realize, that this transgressive desire had gradually sprouted in our subconscious . 　　In truth, everyone is like this: deep down, they harbor countless secrets, countless sordid thoughts, and countless indulgences impossible in the real world, yet outwardly they all appear as upright gentlemen, putting on a sanctimonious facade. 　The following weekend, my wife and I went for a walk together in the botanical garden, not too far from our home, after dinner. This was something we often did in the summer. But I suddenly remembered our sexual suggestion, so I said to my wife, "Honey, how about we make love outside?" My 　　wife was initially taken aback, then blushed and said, "Are you crazy? Aren't you afraid someone will see?" 　　I said, "It's late now, and the botanical garden is dark. It's unlikely anyone will notice, and even if they do , they won't care. Nobody can stop us." 　　My wife blushed, thought for a moment, and agreed. 　　I said, "Should I wear a condom?" 　　My wife said shyly, "No need, I'm in my safe period." 　　So, we went to the botanical garden together under the cover of night. 　　I searched around for a while before finally finding a stone bench in what I thought was a secluded corner. It was actually a bend in a narrow path, barely a meter wide. The wooden bench was surrounded on three sides by waist-high holly trees, with the path in front. Although secluded, there was a streetlamp overhead, and people occasionally walked by. 　　My wife kept saying she was worried about being seen, but I reassured her that even if someone did see us, they wouldn't care. So we sat down and began our lovemaking. 　　At first, I simply held my wife and kissed her, my hands exploring her breasts under her clothes. My wife leaned against me, letting me caress her. Perhaps due to the environment, her nipples immediately hardened. Her breasts were round and firm, with small areolas and small, pink nipples, like ripe grapes. 　　I gently rubbed her nipples, and my wife seemed to enjoy it, moaning softly the whole time. Later, I reached my hand directly under my wife's skirt and touched her thighs and genitals. While kissing her, my hand roamed over her buttocks and genitals. My wife struggled, afraid someone might come out, but I held her tightly and continued touching her genitals . She became wet from my touch and stopped moving, slowly spreading her thighs. I teased her genitals. 　　Soon, her vagina was very wet, and I put two fingers inside to play with her. She seemed to enjoy it, but her panties kept twitching at the edges, which was annoying. I decided to just take off her panties. My wife hesitated, wanting to refuse, but after looking around and seeing no one, she agreed to let me take them off. She lifted her buttocks slightly, and after pulling her panties off her legs, I played with her delicate breasts with one hand while pulling her body to the side of the chair. Then I lifted her skirt completely , up to her thighs. 　　I continued to caress her like this. 　　After a while, my wife couldn't take it anymore. She rested her head on my thigh and reached into my pants to touch my penis. I glanced to the side and suddenly noticed a man hiding behind the holly bushes just two or three meters away in the darkness, his lewd eyes watching us. 　　My wife's buttocks were very white; even in the dim light, they were clearly visible. Actually, my wife has a great body, snow-white, with full buttocks and thighs. That guy's lucky! 　　Seeing my chance, I deliberately touched her thighs while casually pulling up her skirt. With her buttocks sideways and her head resting on my thigh, I slowly pulled her skirt up to her buttocks without her noticing. 　　As I pulled, I secretly glanced at the man opposite, only to see him still intently watching my wife, completely unaware that I had noticed him. But what I really wanted was for him to see my wife's body, so I continued to pull her skirt up to her waist, exposing her entire buttocks, her snow-white...

My wife's thighs and buttocks were completely exposed. Her pubic hair was sparse, softly covering her pale pink vulva. Even
I, seeing it, felt an urge to ejaculate. My hand was on her buttocks, touching them.

That man was still staring at my wife's buttocks; he probably hadn't expected such a treat today!

My wife's vulva was very wet. I inserted two fingers into her vagina from behind, making her
incredibly excited. That man had actually secretly moved two steps closer to us, squatting directly in front of our seats,
less than a meter away from my wife's buttocks—he should have a clear view.

I deliberately avoided looking at him to avoid disturbing him. At this moment, my wife's buttocks were angled,
so I lifted them up slightly to give him a better view, and then inserted two fingers into her vagina,
spreading her labia for an even clearer view.

My wife was completely unaware of all this, still enjoying herself!

I deliberately kissed her again, covering her face, then turned my wife over so she was facing up,
her skirt still around her waist, exposing her entire lower body.

What a stimulating scene! My wife's snow-white abdomen, dark pubic hair, and snow-white thighs were all exposed
, and she didn't even know it. I lifted her skirt from behind, deliberately lifting it high,
exposing her entire thigh and buttocks, and my hand went to her vulva. My

wife giggled softly as I did this; that man must have been enjoying it. Although it was night, under
the streetlights overhead, I think he could see my wife's vulva and pubic hair very clearly, not to mention her buttocks
. Just thinking about him watching made my penis hard and I was about to ejaculate. Ah! How exciting!

I was holding my wife, kissing and playing with her vulva, and there were other men around—how exciting!

I glanced at the man again, and saw his eyes were fixed on my wife's genitals. I wondered if he
was masturbating.

My wife was unaware of this; she thought it was just the two of us.

I covered her face with my head and lifted her clothes, revealing her bra. Then I
lifted the bra up, exposing her breasts. Now my wife was completely naked, clearly visible under the light. Let
him see to his heart's content!

I pulled her bra up to her neck, completely exposing her breasts. One hand kneaded her breasts
, while the other continued to probe her vulva. My wife spread her legs wide, and I even used my fingers to
pry open her labia for the guy to see. I really hoped that man would be bold enough to join in and play with my wife; she would
n't know. Unfortunately, he didn't. It's a pity I couldn't let him touch her; he was out of luck.

Actually, my wife was also feeling very stimulated and excited, so she kept her eyes tightly closed and didn't notice
anyone else beside her. Later, my wife, panting, urged me, "Hurry up... someone come!"

So, I took out my already erect penis, spread my wife's thighs, grabbed her ankles, and then
aimed my swollen glans at her wet vagina and thrust it in.
When I inserted my thick penis into my wife's vagina, she couldn't help but tremble, let out a soft cry, her hair fell down, and her two small toes
pointed upwards.

Having sex with someone watching was so exciting!

My wife cooperated with me, twisting her hips, and I deliberately spread her thighs a little wider, so that the person next to us
could probably see my penis going in and out of my wife's vagina. I felt so excited, constantly thrusting my thick, hard
penis, feeling the tightness of my wife's wet and elastic vaginal walls, and I ejaculated after only a few minutes
.

My wife felt the trembling and heat of that thing, and while swaying her white buttocks, she gasped
, "No...don't...go inside, it's bad...wipe..." As she spoke, she already felt the warm
impact.

I quickly pulled my penis out, and a stream of white semen sprayed between my wife's thighs...

the semen flowed onto my wife's thighs, and I deliberately lifted her skirt, as if to prevent the semen from getting on it
. My wife lay there, her snow-white buttocks bare and raised upwards, her thighs spread wide,
the place where we had just fought a mess, her delicate labia swollen, a stream of white semen
slowly flowing between them.

That person was secretly watching my wife's buttocks, probably even seeing my semen flowing from her vagina
, haha...

Then, we continued to embrace and entwine, my wife simply lying there until I became erect again
, and then we began our second round of intercourse. This time it lasted longer. Since I had just ejaculated,
I lasted longer. At the moment of final ejaculation, I simply stood up and thrust hard against her vulva
. My wife suddenly gripped my buttocks tightly, frantically raising her hips to meet my thrusts, her fingers digging into
me forcefully, moaning a mixture of pain and ecstatic pleasure.

I held my breath, quietly savoring this rare pleasure, experiencing the tightness of my wife's vagina. This passionate
and frenzied, wanton woman, this oblivious joy, was something most people couldn't understand.

After it was all over, I took my wife's clothes off. When she got up, I covered her back
to prevent her from seeing the person behind her—I felt really embarrassed. My wife got up and wanted to put on underwear, but I didn't let her, letting
her go home in just her skirt, her buttocks bare.

Walking down the street, my wife's plump little buttocks swayed, incredibly alluring.

On the way home, that person kept following us, wanting to see my wife. The streets were crowded, and I didn't dare
lift my wife's skirt.

My wife said, "Honey, I'm so tired. Let's take the bus home!"

I smiled, "Why are you tired? Tell me."

My wife playfully pinched me, and so we got on the bus. It was already past nine o'clock at night,
but because it was the weekend, almost everyone who had gone out relied on this bus to get home, so the bus
was packed. Then I looked back and was surprised to find that the man had also boarded the bus behind us!

Because of the crowd, and with my wife facing away from the door, she had no idea that a pair of lustful eyes
were staring at her smooth, white thighs. I felt my penis slowly becoming engorged.

At the next stop, several people got off, and several others got on. I saw the man also step onto
the steps by the door, casually leaning towards my wife from behind. I knew his intentions, but I didn't react
; I even hoped something would happen.

Sure enough, the man stopped behind my wife. I was facing him sideways, able to clearly see
his face, but not his hands hanging down. He feigned nonchalance, pressing his body tightly
against my wife's back. After a while, I saw my wife begin to feel uneasy, her body shifting slightly; I knew
the man had begun his move.

My wife seemed unwilling to let others know she was being violated, only slightly furrowing her brow, her face gradually turning red.

Seeing that my wife still didn't respond, the man became even bolder. His left hand went around her back,
gently kneading her waist, then moving down to her buttocks, kneading and pinching her round, pert bottom.
Even through her short skirt, I could feel the softness and plumpness of her buttocks; it felt incredibly satisfying to hold them.

I casually shifted my body back, and in that instant, I saw the man's hand
freely caressing my wife's buttocks. My wife's buttocks were very pert, and the flesh was very elastic; the man must have been enjoying himself immensely
.

Inadvertently, I noticed the man's gaze was fixed on her. I followed his gaze and discovered he was looking
at my wife's buttocks! He had boldly lifted her skirt completely up to her waist,
so in the dim light, my wife's buttocks were almost entirely exposed! Those two full
, round, snow-white mounds were incredibly alluring. His hand went straight to her round, plump buttocks!

He began to squeeze and knead them forcefully.

His wife's buttocks were full, her hindquarters slightly upturned, giving them a round, fleshy appearance. Her waist was slender and
supple, so when she walked, her buttocks swayed more dramatically, further emphasizing their
plumpness and naturally exuding an alluring, seductive charm. Watching her walk from behind only heightened a man's desire
.

His wife's breathing grew heavier, and she let out soft moans. She was becoming unsteady on her feet, her body
seemingly leaning unintentionally against his chest, her buttocks pressed against his lower body. She must have felt his
erection.

A moment later, I noticed my wife's face growing increasingly red, her eyes becoming somewhat hazy. I
glanced down again, using my usual method, and saw that the man's hand was inside her buttocks, seemingly
rubbing against the base of her thighs. My wife squeezed her legs tightly together, seemingly trying to stop the man from touching her, yet also as if trying to hold onto his
hand. Looking at her face, she seemed somewhat intoxicated.

I found it very exciting; I never imagined that a man touching my wife in front of me would arouse me. I had a
vague feeling that I should do something, but this excitement rendered me incapable of doing anything; I just
watched silently from the side.

Slowly, my wife sensed something was wrong. It seemed the man's hand had entered her vagina.
She let out a soft gasp and looked at me. It appeared the man's fingers were already directly probing her thickly haired pubic
area.

As if possessed, I put my right index finger to my lips and shushed her. My wife's
mouth gaped open even wider. She had seen my left hand gripping the handrail, while my right hand wasn't below!

At that moment, I suddenly realized that she had thought I was touching her, but now she realized it wasn't me, and
I had even gestured for her not to make a sound...

My wife was smart; she immediately understood what was happening, her face turned even redder, and she didn't dare to move at all. The man
hadn't noticed the brief exchange between my wife and me, and was still enjoying himself alone. Perhaps realizing that my wife wasn't
resisting, he became even bolder.

"No..." she tried to say, but before she could open her mouth, something invaded:
a hand came between her slightly parted legs, its fingers roughly reaching into her buttocks, pressing against the mons pubis
above her vagina.

At that moment, she realized (somewhat realized) the intention of the hand between her legs. Her legs
clamped tightly around his hand, and she trembled as if electrocuted. A wonderful pleasure spread throughout her body. My wife tried to control
the overwhelming pleasure, but she was too sensitive, too comfortable. She almost cried out. Her face
flushed red, her eyes wide open, staring ahead, as if she wanted to scream but had her throat constricted, unable to utter a
sound.

Inadvertently, I saw him unzip his fly and quickly pull out his penis. In an instant
, I noticed that it was already quite thick, with bulging veins, very impressive. I wasn't worried, because in this
situation, it was impossible for him to penetrate my wife.

He leaned forward again, and I guessed that his thing must have been inserted between my wife's thighs.
At this moment, my wife closed her eyes tightly, looking very uncomfortable. I think she understood my feelings
; at that moment, we seemed to truly understand each other.

Her face was flushed, and she was breathing heavily. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand tightly from below,
while the man began to tremble, letting out a few muffled groans before going limp. I knew he had reached
his climax.

We arrived at our stop. My wife and I got off the bus, and from behind, I saw white fluid flowing down between her legs. She
quickly stopped and whispered to me, "Cover me up, don't let anyone see."

I stood behind her, turning back to look into the bus. I saw the man looking at us. The bus drove off,
carrying that lewd and obscene face away. I gave him a smile that would surely leave him bewildered.

Back home, I couldn't wait to push my wife onto the bed, lift her skirt, and stroke
the stains she hadn't wiped clean, saying, "Baby, your butt is covered in someone else's semen."

My wife was so ashamed she wanted to disappear. She covered her face and said, "It's all your fault ! 　　Watching your wife being humiliated by someone else, you not only
didn't say anything, but... Luckily, he only rubbed against her from the outside." I laughed and said, "Weren't you enjoying it too? As long as you're happy, it doesn't matter." 　　My wife lowered her hands and said shyly, "Honey, are you really not bothered? Don't you really think I'm a bad woman?" 　　I said, "As long as you love me, and I love you, what's wrong with a little excitement?" 　　I asked my wife how she felt. She said shyly that she felt incredibly excited, especially during sex in the botanical garden. She had orgasms again and again, and the subsequent harassment by other men was even more stimulating. 　　I couldn't wait to pull off her skirt, make her kneel on the sofa, and carefully examine her snow-white buttocks . At this moment, the flesh exposed between my wife's thighs was wet and thicker than usual, her plump buttocks covered with red finger marks. 　　I laughed, "Honey, I see you've got some flowers growing on your butt!" 　　My wife turned around and playfully scolded, "And you say that? Who told you to neglect your own wife and let some stranger play with her like that! His pinching of my butt still hurts!" 　　Later, I was very excited by this and had many more ideas, thinking that I would definitely put them into practice in the future. 　　After intercourse, lewd thoughts often haunted me. I often fantasized about when my wife could have sex with another man right under my nose—how exciting that would be! But I also felt that these thoughts were dirty, yet I couldn't stop myself. I know I might have some dark thoughts, but I can't help it. 　　I often rubbed her tender breasts, listening to her alluring moans, and habitually imagined myself as the man who usually drooled over her but had no chance. I don't know when it started, but this imagination became the best stimulation for me when making love with my wife. 　　I fantasize that one of those men will finally succeed, taking my wife to bed, half-coaxing, half-forcing her to lose her virginity amidst her desperate pleas; I fantasize that he will pin my trembling wife down, ignoring her feeble resistance , his enormous penis thrusting into her pure vagina, wantonly venting on her body, ejaculating into her womb again and again… 　　Actually, many things aren't clearly right or wrong. Why reject this pleasure? In fact, everyone inevitably has some dark thoughts in life. Wouldn't it be better for our relationship to release these thoughts completely? 　　I deeply love my wife, and I firmly believe that she loves me just as deeply. This is just a game, an interlude in our peaceful life, an embellishment. At most, it's just seeking the thrill of infidelity to overcome societal notions of fidelity. Love is selfless, but love and sex are separate. Love and desire are two different things. In fact, there is no fundamental difference between humans and animals . 　　Should a man only have sex with one woman his entire life, and should a woman only have sex with one man? I believe that as long as there is love, it doesn't matter if a husband only has sex with his wife, or a wife only has sex with her husband. As long as we deeply love each other, that's enough. Why insist on exclusivity? 　　Besides, the pleasure of sex and the pleasure of love are two different kinds of pleasure; there's no need to force them to be the same . Love is unique, while sex is limitless. A woman's youth fades quickly, and my wife has given me so much; I want to compensate her. I want my wife to experience pleasure and happiness in sexual play. 　　I don't know why, but I especially want to witness my wife having sex with other men. Call me a pervert , call me stupid, I just want to see my wife being fucked by other men. 　　After thinking about it many times, I finally made a decision. As for wife-swapping, we can take it slowly later. The key is to get my wife to take the first step towards extramarital sex. But I knew that given my wife's personality, I couldn't directly tell her my inner thoughts; otherwise, she would be incredibly angry. After reading many online posts sharing their experiences, I decided to patiently guide her and do thorough preliminary work. 　　For a while afterward, I consciously browsed pornographic websites with my wife. She had never participated in such things before, but in recent days, she had gradually discovered the pleasure in them. My wife seemed more interested in the self-portraits on the websites , looking at them constantly, so I would join her. 　　My wife said, "These couples are so bold! Aren't they afraid of people finding out?" 　　I said, "It's okay, they don't show their faces, so nobody knows who they are." 　　My wife said, "Yeah, it's all the same whether they're naked or not." 　　I tentatively took out my digital camera and said, "Honey, get into position, I'm going to take some nude photos of you." 　Based on past experience, she would never agree, but this time she laughed and said, "No way, I'm afraid you'll post them on the internet." 　　Ignoring her objections, I insisted on taking pictures, and my wife didn't resist, posing as I instructed . Finally, after my repeated insistence, she slowly took off all her clothes. 　　After the photos were taken, we looked at her nude photos on the computer, and I said, "Honey, you're prettier than those women on the website." 　　My wife seemed very happy and said she wanted to buy some pretty lingerie to take more photos. 　　The next morning, my wife warned me not to upload these photos online, but I still secretly processed the photos and uploaded them to an erotic forum. A few hours later, I saw many provocative replies, which excited me greatly. One person said, "Her ass is so tempting, I want to fuck her to death, cum inside her!" 　　For the next week, we took photos every night. My wife seemed to be getting more and more into character; she even started posing in incredibly suggestive positions. Therefore, our sex life was exceptionally high that week. 　　After one particularly intense session, I discussed this issue with my wife late into the night, asking if she agreed with my idea and would be willing to have sex with another man. 　　At first, she didn't answer, but after my persistent questioning, she closed her tired eyes and said, "You..."

"Are you crazy? Why do you think like that?"

I said, "Nothing else! Just looking for some excitement! Honey, do you only want to fuck me
?"

She mumbled, "Then you want me to be fucked by someone else? Stop thinking nonsense, I'm really sleepy!"

I said, "Then I'll really look for someone."

She wiggled her hips, pushed away my hands that were constantly stroking her, and said, "Who are you looking for?"

I said, "What kind of person do you want?"

She ignored me.

I said, "How about two college students? From out of town, it's safer, and they're young and in good shape
!"

She said, "And what about you?"

I said, "I'll just watch from the side! I like watching you get fucked by someone else."

She sighed and said, "Looks like you really have something wrong with you."

I said, "How is that having something wrong with you? Don't you like it?"

She didn't say anything.

I said, "Finding college students from out of town is mainly for safety. Nobody knows anyone there, so you can just do it and leave.
They won't tell anyone. It's just an experience, really."

My wife, aroused by my caresses, chuckled, "Are you willing to do that?"

I said, "That's precisely why it's so exciting..."

My wife teased my increasingly hard penis, "Do you want to see me get fucked?"

I replied, "Yes, watching a strange man touch your breasts, your ass, touch your whole
body, and then fuck your little pussy with his big cock, oh my, that's so exciting!"

My wife pinched my thigh, "You're naughty! You're letting someone fuck your wife just for the thrill?"

I kneaded her clitoris, arousing her again, "That's it, are you willing?"

Her ass began to excitedly respond to my fingers, playfully saying, "If you're willing, I'll dare."

I said, "Then I'll go find it." After saying that, to test her, I deliberately turned around and called out towards the bedroom door
, "Don't hide, come in!"

My wife jumped in fright, immediately sitting up and staring wide-eyed at the door.

I chuckled and said, "Scared?"

She angrily hit me hard with her small hand. Then she lay back down, ignoring me. I went over and embraced her
, gently stroking her breasts, and whispered, "I really love you, but I just want to try it once,
darling, will you say yes?

" She asked me, "Aren't many people doing this now?"

I said, "Yes, you want to too, right?"

My wife said shyly, "Impossible." Then, sleepily, she turned over, turning her full buttocks
towards me.

I begged her again, and she mumbled a reply, "Okay! Okay! You can do whatever you want, I'll listen to you."

That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, acutely aware of how much I wanted to experience
all that horror, how much I wanted to enter that unknown world. I tried my best to suppress my excitement. So I started to let my mind
wander aimlessly.

But no matter how I thought about it, all I could think about were the scenes from porn. The thought of my wife's pert little
buttocks possibly being twisted and deformed under another man's big hands, and another man's fingers possibly
exploring along the deep cleft of her buttocks, all the way to my forbidden zone, made me tremble uncontrollably.
Why did I have such a crazy idea?

My wife slept soundly beside me.

I couldn't help but wonder, was she really agreeing to my request, given how calm she seemed? On one hand, the thought of my
wife being with someone else filled me with a sour, bitter feeling. On the other hand, if she actually took
that step, I felt I had done right by her, and a sense of relief washed over me…

That night, I spent a lot of time planning the details of our game. But fantasizing is one thing,
and putting it into practice is another. Perhaps every man with a cuckold complex has this dilemma. Imagining
my wife in someone else's arms is so exciting, but if it actually happened, seeing my beloved wife being played with, would
the pleasure truly outweigh the jealousy? I didn't know.

The next day was Monday, and with this uneasy feeling, I took the opportunity to go online and
told two netizens who had already had this idea about it. Since we are a young couple and my wife is very lovely,
finding a suitable man would be easy.

They immediately said excitedly that they would be very willing to have sex with my wife, but they didn't know if it was a trap
, like standing someone up or something. I told them that my wife and I had watched some erotic content online and
were very interested in threesomes. I love my wife, but I also wanted her to experience some excitement.

Morally, my wife is my most private possession, especially sexually.
Revealing what is inherently private is a challenge to myself and to morality; people live by constantly facing challenges—that's
also a source of excitement. Life is short, and married life is too monotonous; I should seek some excitement.

Therefore, I especially want to do what I've always wanted to do while I'm still young—to find a man to
have sex with my wife. But I can't just find anyone; I'm afraid of encountering vulgar people who could
harm my wife's fragile mind and delicate body. Actually, I think many people online have this thought, but when it comes to
the crucial moment, they hesitate because they worry about whether the opportunity is real.

The netizens understood my situation and said they could fully cooperate and would respect my wife.
I said, "I'll send you photos of my wife. If you think they're real, you decide the location, and we
'll follow your arrangements.

" So, I sent them nude photos of my wife that I had taken before, and they immediately agreed. We arranged to meet

at a small, secluded hotel in the city at 5 PM on Saturday. 　　At noon, I called my wife and asked if she had any plans for Saturday night. 　　She asked, surprised, "Is something wrong?"

I said, "That's the one!"

My wife said, "Are you crazy? We weren't just joking, were we?"

I said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow night!"

My wife said, "I'm not going. Whoever wants to go can go, I'm not going."

I thought it might have been too sudden and direct, maybe I hadn't laid the groundwork, so I said, "Just
consider it a test of your courage!"

My wife then realized I was serious, and angrily refused, "Huh? You're not serious, are you
? Don't you think it's absurd? Are you crazy? Or are you joking? You're actually making me sleep with another man...
I always thought it was just a joke, it's too scary!"

My wife paused for a moment, then said, "You're not trying to achieve something through this, are you? Are you trying to take
this opportunity to divorce me and dump me?"

I said, "How could I?"

My wife said, "Then why do you insist that I sleep with another man? This won't do! I have a
husband, you can go see him yourself, I'm not seeing him! You're my first man, and you'll be my last, only..."
"Having you by my side is enough for me; I don't need anything else."

I said, "But you've already shown your photos to others."

My wife asked, "What photos?"

I said, "The ones where you're sleeping naked."

My wife said anxiously, "Are you out of your mind?!"

I threatened her, "If you hadn't come, they might have posted the photos online."

My wife hesitated for a moment, "Them? How many people did you invite?"

I said, "Two."

She exclaimed, "Two? I think you've really gone mad!"

I said, "Only two! It's nothing, it's all the same. From the physiological differences between men and women,
as long as you pay attention to hygiene and contraception, a mature woman can have multiple..." "I've had sex with several men,
so you don't need to worry about getting hurt at all. Most importantly, we both enjoy sex and want to explore its
mysteries. Our relationship won't change because of this; it'll just be more diverse experiences, isn't that great?"

My wife thought for a while before saying, "Then if I go, they won't post it online?"

I urged her, "Yes, come on over. It's just once, no one will know. You're
married now; life is short. Take advantage of your youth to do what your heart truly desires, find a few men,
experience it all. I really just want you to try the taste of other men, really!"

But my wife ignored me.

After a while, my wife asked again, "Do we really have to do *that*? Can't we just look?"

I said, "What do you think? If my lovely, beautiful wife were really lying there naked, how many
men wouldn't want to? That's a next step; intercourse is inevitable." My

wife said anxiously, "Aren't you forcing me into prostitution?"

I said, "That's different. Prostitutes get paid, but you're doing this voluntarily."

My wife said, "Isn't that even more foolish?"

I said, "We've already agreed that our interaction is solely for sexual pleasure, and there's no money involved."
"It's about money

My wife asked me, "What's a 3P?"

I laughed and replied, "A 3P is two men and one woman doing it together. A 4P is three
men and one woman. For example, me and two other men doing it with you!"

My wife said, "Oh, you men are so bad, you can think of anything." After a moment of silence, I replied, "You
've already promised someone else, so let's try it, but only once... The most important thing is, are you really
willing to let me do this kind of thing?"

I said, "Why not?"

I was serious. I'd thought it through. Since I'd fantasized about it for so long, it needed a breakthrough to be interesting.

After that, we were silent for a long time. Finally, she said, "Let me think about it."

She didn't say anything more after that, but I could tell she had already agreed. That's how women are.
When she says no, it means she needs to think about it; when she says she needs to think about it, it means she's already agreed. For my wife,
this was simply too crazy a game.

That night, my wife was unusually sexy. We made love, and throughout, she kept moaning, "Husband
, husband, I want you, hurry up, I want you to fuck me, right now..."

I said, "Baby, in a few days you'll be fucked by other men, and that will be
even more exciting than this!"

Hearing this, my wife suddenly clung to me like she was having a seizure, her genitals, which were moving up and down violently, were covered in
a wet fluid. I could clearly feel her lower body contracting intensely, as if she had just reached orgasm. In the dim light of the nightlight, I saw that my wife's eyes were tightly closed and her teeth were clenched. I thought she must be imagining being played with
by another man . 　　After we finished, I pretended to be asleep, secretly watching my wife. In the middle of the night, my wife, naked , climbed out of bed, quietly lifting the covers. She stared at her smooth, white skin, perhaps suddenly realizing I was about to give her to another man. Shame, fear, remorse, and resentment overwhelmed her , and tears silently streamed down her face. 　　She was tormented by terror and worry all night. Facing a psychological and moral challenge, what did we want? Neither of us knew. However, one thing I understood: though somewhat worried, desire had overcome reason, attempting to break free of all constraints. 　　To intensify my wife's desire, I deliberately refrained from having sex with her for the remaining five days. Although it was only a few days, my own heart pounded fiercely every moment . I also suppressed my strong sexual urges, waiting for this moment that could be considered a breakthrough. 　　The weekend finally arrived amidst my anxiety.

I remember the weather was bad that day. At noon, I told my wife we were going to a hotel that evening. She still didn't want to go on the phone
, saying, "I'm not going."

But I said, "If that happens, your photos will be all over the place tomorrow."

She was startled and could only meekly agree.

After work, I picked my wife up and took her to the hotel. On the way, we were silent. My wife kept her head down and
didn't say a word. I couldn't describe the feeling in my heart. My

wife seemed a little absent-minded, as if thinking about what was about to happen, both embarrassed and seemingly expectant
. I knew that tonight's game wasn't just for me; it was also a rare experience for her to turn her sexual fantasies into reality.
Seeing this, I felt excited too, like a child going on a school field trip. My wife's loyalty
moved me deeply, but she seemed unable to take that step, leaving me bewildered.

As we approached the agreed-upon location, I said, "This is just a game. Please don't think too much about it
." My wife replied that as long as I was there for her, that was enough. She really didn't want to play these unconventional sex games.
Besides, we didn't need anything else; we could have sex on our own.

It seemed her main concern was that I would be emotionally hurt.

I said, "No, you don't need to worry. The intention isn't to play with my wife, but for us
to enjoy a new kind of excitement together. Life can't be without some novelty. Women can
enjoy men too, and they can also be the possessors and enjoyers of sex."

My wife said, "Honey, I know you mean well, but I really can't take that step. It's like you
're forcing me to eat fatty meat. I know it won't do any harm to my health, but I'm afraid of that
feeling. Please don't force me, okay?"

I realized that my wife's reluctance stemmed from female pride and insecurity; she needed her husband
's reassurance and support. So I continued to try to persuade my wife, saying, "Don't you think this is an experience?"

"Do you think this is an experience?" my wife countered.

I said, "Definitely, no matter what. It might be an experience that's not easily accepted by most people,
but it's definitely a stimulating one. Besides, haven't you ever fantasized about
having sex with other men in real life? And besides, it's all my choice. Extramarital sex is a
beneficial supplement to marriage. As long as you don't fall in love with someone else because of it, and your feelings still belong to me, then
the more colorful our extramarital sex life is, the stronger our marriage will be."

I continued to persuade my wife, "Besides, this is a secret between us. If you don't tell, and I don't tell,
who will know? Anyway, we've both been through this before. As long as it doesn't affect our marriage and family,
what's wrong with a little sexual indulgence?"

My wife still hesitated, saying she had never had sex with another man before. If we really did this, she
didn't know what to do. Besides, wouldn't it be too promiscuous?

I suddenly felt very confused. What should I do? I had no idea.

This was indeed very exciting, but if it hurt my wife, in a way, this...
It was indeed
my wife and them… that was very possible. What was about to happen was especially weighty because it was my first time
, at least psychologically.

After my wife entered the hotel, she turned around and looked at me helplessly. I didn't know if
she was blaming me or herself for not refusing. There was even a hint of resentment in her eyes, like two sharp blades
cutting back and forth in my heart.

Perhaps she couldn't cross this terrible chasm, always feeling insecure. For a moment,
I wanted to just go home, but some strange, exciting thought controlled my body
, making me unable to move.

"I really regret agreeing to your request, but it's too late now," my wife sighed.

My heart ached, and regret welled up inside me. But then I thought, this little girl still
came on her own in the end. If we got to the room, it wouldn't just be a simple conversation; everything would happen, and the deed
would be done.

To ease my wife's tension, I joked, "Actually, there's a first time for everything. As long as
you're not nervous the first time, I won't be."

My wife rolled her eyes at me and ignored me.

I checked my watch; it was a little past 5. I said, "Let's go upstairs. It's room 302."

My wife didn't say anything more, just followed me upstairs. She walked very slowly, and I felt like she was being
tortured. Perhaps she kept thinking about going back, about leaving, but she had to keep going.

I knocked on the door and entered the room.

It was a standard room, not very big; the two beds in the middle made the room quite cramped. A
sports event was playing on the TV. Two online friends, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin, looked to be in their thirties. They asked us
to sit down, and one poured us tea while the other watched my wife intently, his eyes filled with joy
.

At this moment, I noticed my wife's face suddenly flush. She silently sat down,
her hands helplessly clinging to my arm, her body pressed tightly against me, her mouth tightly shut, and her head turned to the side. She truly regretted coming here
; her heart couldn't calm down, and even in such a secluded space, she remained nervous.

They all said they hadn't expected my wife to be so young and beautiful. Actually, in my opinion, she wasn't particularly beautiful
, but her delicate oval face, her large, watery eyes were captivating, her demeanor very
charming, and her figure very slender.

As they spoke, my wife was very shy, not saying a word, unsure of what to say. But they
also seemed a little embarrassed, remaining seated, perhaps unsure how to begin. The air
seemed to freeze, and my wife kept her head down, not daring to look at them. All four of them knew what was about to happen...
What to do? Nobody knew what to do. Every beginning is difficult! My wife's heart must have been
pounding in her chest.

Perhaps due to nervousness, she kept drinking water and forcing a few smiles to hide her
emotions. Everyone's eyes were on her, making her feel very uncomfortable. Perhaps she was wondering why she came, why she
had to experience this gang rape? Why did she have to
offer her body to these men, men she might not even glance at normally, to this sexual torture that might be unbearable for her?

It was truly repulsive.

My wife grew increasingly nervous; her lips trembled. The tea trembled. Her hands trembled. Although the air conditioning
was on, a fine layer of sweat still appeared on her forehead. I could feel that my wife was suffering;
at this moment, her mind must have been somewhat confused, not knowing what she was doing.

A netizen comforted my wife: "Sister-in-law, don't be nervous. We know this is your first time
doing this, and we absolutely won't force you. If you really don't want to, we won't force you. At most,
we can look and touch, okay?"

My wife didn't say anything, just nodded.

So, I said to my wife, "Ladies first, would you like to go take a shower first?"

I thought getting her to take a shower would be a problem, but to my surprise, although my wife was hesitant, she immediately obediently
went to the bathroom, and then I heard the sound of running water. Maybe she was embarrassed to face the three of us like this
. At this point, all we had to do was wait. This process was really nerve-wracking, and I imagine they were too.

I wondered what she would be wearing when she came out. I didn't deliberately ask her to; actually, I
was also hoping she would give me a surprise. Anyway, if she came out wearing more clothes, they would strip her naked anyway.

While she was showering, I drew the curtains. The curtains in this room were different from those in other hotels.
Beneath the thin, pale yellow curtains was only a layer of white gauze, unlike
the thick, black underlayers of the curtains in other hotels that completely blocked out light. Actually, this was for the best; if it were pitch black
and nothing could be seen, there would be little sensory stimulation.

While my wife was showering, I frankly told my two online friends that I was very nervous, experiencing a unique and
indescribable feeling…

Although I felt extremely excited about letting them have my wife, and had no regrets, clearly
watching others violate my wife always created some psychological pressure. They comforted me, saying that the first time is always like this, with a lot of anxiety, and that this feeling would gradually disappear

after experiencing it .
One of my online friends, with a kind and understanding tone, asked me, "You really won't back out, right? If you do, we
'll give up."

I lowered my head and whispered, "I won't back out, but you absolutely must keep this a secret."

They generously replied, "Don't worry about that, we have our pride too."

After a moment of silence, I discussed with the two friends that they should act when my wife came out of the shower.
Although I said that, I was actually worried that my wife might be hurt...

The two friends understood my feelings at that moment, saying they wouldn't hurt my wife, promising to respect her, and asking
me not to worry.

I specifically instructed the tall, thin guy that when they were with my wife later, they must find an opportunity to enter her
body first. I did this mainly because I was afraid my wife would change her mind; if we did this, it would be a done deal.

The tall, thin guy calmly smiled and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter who goes first, we won't care about that."

I could tell that the two friends were indeed experienced in this area.

The short, fat guy suddenly asked me, "Should we use a condom?"

I thought for a moment; these past few days had been my wife's safe period, so it should probably be fine. I generously
said, "Whatever! Go ahead and shoot!"

After waiting and waiting, the door finally opened halfway, revealing half of my wife's body and a flushed face.
My wife hesitated and asked me to spread the sheets. I didn't hear her clearly and thought she wanted me to close the curtains, so I casually replied that I already
had. This meant my wife was about to leave the bathroom.

My heart was pounding as I imagined what would happen if my wife came out fully clothed.
Should I undress her, or should the two online acquaintances undress her? If I undressed her, she might be more psychologically accepting,
but if the two online acquaintances undressed her, and I watched, that would be even more exciting…

After a while, the bathroom door finally opened, and my wife, who had been showering all day, stepped out and
walked straight into the room. My wife's face was flushed after her bath, her hair slightly disheveled, but her fair skin shone even
brighter. To my surprise, she wasn't wearing any clothes; she appeared completely naked, although there was a dark yellow line

on her lower abdomen .

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