Huiyun's Story

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Huiyun's Story (1)

My wife, Huiyun, is a beautiful and virtuous woman. 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 is extremely gentle and obedient to her husband! She also gave birth to two lovely
little angels for me. To be honest, she has no flaws that I can find fault with. 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, I may have become
too complacent! I only see her gentle side, and over time, I have become bored with her! Perhaps it is because
we have been together for a long time, and the novelty of the honeymoon period of marriage has gradually faded. Perhaps it is because we are too familiar with each other
, to the point that even the most intimate sexual behavior between husband and wife has gradually lost its appeal! This matter is like an unfinished
task, which has been left unfinished in our hearts.

A few days ago, I stumbled upon a website discussing sex online. Surprisingly, many people there shared
similar sentiments, which piqued my interest. One guy 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, however, I was experiencing abnormal arousal!

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 aroused! After a few times, my wife noticed something was wrong with me, and she was puzzled for a
long time. Women are sensitive and prone to suspicion. She finally asked me, worried, "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 the secret I'd been pondering. I'll never forget
the look of disbelief and horrified on her face when she heard what I said. She then
left with 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, seeking solutions. During this time, I encountered many people who claimed to enjoy this kind of thing, but
these people gave me a very disrespectful and dirty feeling towards women. 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 . After reading these articles, I was deeply shocked and also felt
a restless excitement.

I tentatively sent him an email, and to my delight, he replied. 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 understand physical pleasure without hurting her! He also suggested that I let my wife
talk to him and his wife on the phone first.

I mustered up the courage to tell my wife this suggestion, and asked her to reluctantly chat with them. My wife
agreed, and after I gave her 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 had gotten 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 inserted into 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 : "My husband's back, you can do it again 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 disregarded my suit and tie, hastily ripping down my zipper, pulling out my already erect
penis, seeking the "entrance" of desire.

My eyes burned 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 aroused! My wife, however, fainted from
my assault, 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 nature take its course." It was this phrase, "
Let nature take its course " that opened up another chapter in our lives!

After that, my wife and I often had phone sex with him and his wife. He also individually 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 people other than our spouses, and our former shyness gradually decreased. To put it in a
more scheming way, my wife was gradually being guided by me to transcend the constraints of traditional sexual norms!
This brought us closer and closer to my goal.

Of course, I wasn't 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, and safer. Also, because they
were younger than us, my wife could more easily approach them as an older sister to a younger brother, and the "age"...
The incentive of "lightness" applies to both men and women, understand? Of course, it must be legal!

The people I'm recruiting must be from public schools, come from impoverished families, and have excellent academic performance and conduct . I then
interview them individually. My terms are very attractive: high hourly wage, only two or three times a week, two or three hours each time…

Sure enough, quite a few people came, and I found some handsome young men. During the interviews, compensation is, of course, a
very important incentive. I told the male applicants beforehand: "McDonald's hourly wage is around 100 yuan or less.
If the starting point is 500 yuan, or even over 1000 yuan, would you be interested?" Usually, they
almost never refuse to listen further.

Then, in a very earnest tone, I told him, "I want to ask you for a favor. We've been married for a long time, and
the honeymoon phase of our marriage has gradually faded. Perhaps we've become too familiar with each other, to the point that even the most
intimate acts between husband and wife have lost their appeal… So we'd like to ask you for your help…"

Usually, they would ask me with a mixture of doubt and curiosity, "What do you want me to do for you?" I told
them: He just needs to be there; he doesn't need 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 wife and me psychologically
: I told her that this was absolutely not obscene, and that
it was a way to prevent the other from having an affair! And I had to assure my wife that I would be in complete control, that I would absolutely not expose her
, and that she was completely safe! 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. My wife didn't object, presumably because she was also extremely
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 told him to get in. Then I drove towards
the motel I had found beforehand, circling around a few times to check for any unusual activity.

Just before reaching the motel, I had him lie down to avoid any unnecessary trouble.
After paying and getting the keys smoothly, I went into the garage, closed the garage door, and took my wife upstairs first, asking her to sit in a corner and dim the lights
. Then I called the boy upstairs.

Now the three of us sat there, feeling uneasy. Time seemed to stand still; I seemed to be flustered myself
. My wife sat with her back to us two men, while the boy looked around anxiously.
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 thought she was too nervous, but was
n't I too?

I told her to stand up first, then I wrapped my arms around her from behind, gently telling her in her ear not to be so
tense. 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 have her way.

Slowly, I turned her around and hugged her. She turned her head away, afraid to face the boy, refusing to take off her sunglasses
or let me kiss her lips. 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 before me. Meanwhile
, my hands slowly moved from her waist to her buttocks, one gently stroking her bottom, the other
moving down her thigh. When she realized I wanted to lift her skirt, she grabbed my
hand tightly! After a while, I heard her soft sobs. She whispered to me, "I'm scared! Please don't,
okay?"

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

So that's how our first threesome ended up. Actually, it wasn't entirely without reward. I still remember
the boy's incredulous expression when he received his payment. I think he was thinking, "
500 yuan just for watching them kiss?" I'm sure he'll go again next time!

When I dropped the boy off by the roadside, I noticed my wife, who had been silent the whole time, secretly glancing at him
a few times. I trust 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! She unexpectedly
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 inside anyway!

Thinking about this, I grew bolder and started exploring her body under her clothes. Oh!
Her private parts were already overflowing! 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 from before our marriage. Only this time, my method was different; I was going to forcibly
strip her naked and possess her completely! Even ravage her! I had to utterly
destroy !

She knew my intentions and resisted fiercely, but unable to overcome my strength, she let me forcefully
enter her! She had no experience of being raped, especially by her own husband, and on
the side of the road amidst heavy traffic and pedestrians!

Soon, both of them succumbed to the urge to climax! Because the air inside the car wasn't very good, she seemed to faint again
, a habit she often had. Only when I finished dressing and started the car did she realize she was completely naked.
I wanted to find some clothes to wear but couldn't find any because I had hidden them long ago. She wanted them, but I wouldn't give them to her! She was both embarrassed and anxious,
which I found quite amusing, as I hadn't seen her so shy in a long time.

Wanting to play a trick on her, I drove to a gas station. Just as my car was about to enter the gas station, she
screamed, "You're crazy! No way!"

I didn't care! When I got out to fill up, I didn't close the car door completely, so the bright light from the gas station combined with
the car's interior light allowed me to see my wife in the front seat, naked, her arms wrapped around her knees,
curled up. 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 her like this was actually quite satisfying! I ignored her! But

the story doesn't end there! Back at my house, I parked the car in the underground parking space. She refused to
get out of the car , so I forcibly pulled her out! Because there were surveillance 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 became bolder, and I
penetrated her again in the stairwell—no! I should say "raped" her!

So, I raped my wife as I walked up the stairs along the emergency elevator! She was afraid of being heard, so she
endured it as much as possible without making a sound. When we got home, we were both in a terrible state, and she
was completely filthy!

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

The storm will eventually pass. I believe that experience was quite impactful and worthwhile for my wife and me
, and I will definitely try again.

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

When the time came, I first settled the children, and then naturally said to her, "
How about ?" 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 appearance was even more charming. At the motel, we started with a passionate kiss. My caresses encountered no resistance, the only obstacle being her sunglasses; she simply refused to take them off! When I hugged and caressed my wife from behind, I deliberately turned her to face the boy, and he stared wide-eyed . I hugged her breasts from behind, gently rubbing them, while her hands rubbed my penis through her pants. Then I unbuttoned the front of her dress, revealing her bra. I reached inside and caressed her white bra, finding her erect nipples. Next, I embraced my wife and kissed her neck. My hands, which were around her waist, slid down, exploring her buttocks and genitals. Then, I slipped my hands under her skirt, lifting it 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, then her panties, and finally removing the entire dress, her body looked even more beautiful than if she were completely naked! Now she was only wearing her bra and panties… The boy's eyes never closed; he stared intently at the scene before him. Perhaps because of his erection, his legs were pressed tightly together. I continued to embrace my wife from behind, caressing her and reaching my hands through her clothing to touch her body. We were all very nervous. Every time I tried to unhook her bra, she resisted . Perhaps she wasn't ready to expose herself to a boy? The boy seemed restless . I pushed my wife closer to him, slipped my hand inside her bra, gently biting her ear while my other hand reached into her panties to caress her genitals. My favorite thing to do was to pluck my wife's pubic hair out of her panties, making it into a mustache shape . Although it didn't look very elegant, and she didn't like it much, it was very stimulating for me. My wife was panting and trembling, her back constantly bent, causing her breasts to droop gracefully. I noticed the boy's eyes were fixed on the gap in my wife's bra; he clearly wanted a greedy peek at her nipples. So I pulled down one of her bra straps and then down one cup, revealing 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 disappeared from her heart. As I touched her vulva, I also realized that her desire had reached an uncontrollable point. Perhaps because a third party was present, my wife couldn't let me directly remove her bra or panties ; at most, I could only pull the edges of her underwear up. I thought this wouldn't 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 to her buttocks, stretching the crotch of her panties into a narrow strip, making her buttocks appear exaggeratedly exposed. As I pulled and tugged, the crotch of her panties rubbed against her vulva. Perhaps it was too sensitive, because her body moved up and down with it, and of course, she let out soft moans of "Oh... Oh..." My hands then began to freely caress and grasp her two full buttocks, before I pulled down her panties to expose her entire backside! She tried to pull her panties back up, but I stopped her. Women 's panties are very elastic, and hers was still stuck between her thighs and knees. Her thighs were tightly clamped together, and even as I pulled the panties down further, she wouldn't let go, so they 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! Then I turned my wife's body to face the boy, and she began to twist her body in protest.

No, I could only hold her breasts with both hands, while her hands frantically tried to cover her thick, dark pubic hair.

Actually, if you, dear readers, were to appreciate a woman's naked body from a different perspective, you'd eventually realize 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; all she could do was cross her legs as much as possible to try and conceal her messy pubic hair
.

Imagine your wife being held up in front of you, wearing only a bra,
her panties pulled down to her knees, writhing her body, her legs crossed in front of behind trying
to cover her most private parts. I ask you: what would you most want to do next?

Actually, what you're thinking isn't too different from mine, but the boy in front of me probably doesn't 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
instant , my wife pulled her hands back to cover her shameful pubic hair.
After rubbing her outside her bra a few times, I unhooked the bra straps, kissed her shoulders, and then pulled down the cups,
exposing both her breasts!

I think this is probably the most shameful moment for a woman; now she's releasing
her hands from covering her genitals to protect her two soft mounds of flesh! I've had several experiences where, when a woman
suddenly exposes herself in front of strangers, her most common protective action is usually her breasts, not her
genitals—it's truly perplexing!

The boy in front of me was truly innocent, because I noticed his gaze lingered not on her genitals
, but on my wife's breasts. He really did have a bit of a mother complex!

My wife was still wearing a bra and panties, but they had shifted! Her
three private parts were completely exposed to the handsome young man. I gently teased each of those familiar yet strange
points—parts I could look at, touch, and do as I pleased, parts I knew intimately
! Yet now, in front of a stranger, they appeared so erect, so overflowing. "What a pervert!" I
cursed inwardly.

My body was experiencing an unprecedented level of arousal, and incredibly, I was actually enjoying
the thrill of having my wife ogled by a stranger! My previously waning awareness of sex had turned into
a childlike frenzy! And she, my spouse, her sense of shame was
being replaced by a woman's latent lust. Her resistance was gradually lessening, 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 hardly looked at my wife directly, relying entirely on
the tactile sensation of our bodies touching, my senses completely connected to the boy's eyes. Hard to understand? Actually, not at all! 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 surprise and regret!

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

To unbutton my clothes, I released her nearly paralyzed body, letting her slump onto 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, but she too
collapsed to her side. She shyly covered her anus, which was directly in front of the boy
, causing him to lean forward, wanting 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 erotic fiction, so I can't vividly describe the
"humming… ahh…" sounds, please forgive me!

Actually, the most realistic process 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 my husband and I'd have our second, third, and so
on experiences, and I hope to continue providing references for those who "want" it!

Huiyun's Story (2)

After experiencing an unprecedented one-night stand, my husband and I were like different people. On the way
home , our expressions were surprisingly calm.

Just before entering the house, we decided to go for a walk on the rooftop balcony. After walking around the balcony and making sure
no one was around, we tacitly removed the clothes around each other's genitals and
had sex without any shame under the starry sky! As for whether we were being spied on? We didn't care at the moment. Even if we were, it seemed like
it was what we wanted.

After removing the psychological barrier, things went much more smoothly afterward. Three days later, the forbidden date
came again. We met again at the same time and place! But I played some tricks.

That night, I wanted to surprise her. I didn't tell my wife beforehand that we were going to play this forbidden game again
. Instead, I invited her to a sex shop. Normally, she would never come to such a place! But now she seemed to
no longer reject anything related to sex. She was even curious and interested. She blushed as she looked at
the sexy lingerie I had picked out for her. "Sexy" was my adjective; in reality, those lingerie were practically useless—wearing them was
like wearing nothing at all, yet not wearing them revealed a woman's wantonness.

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

I told her to go to the restroom to change. When she came out, I saw that what had appeared under her ordinary bra...
Her breasts, though of moderate size, now displayed their raw form, the two nipples piercing the sheer bra cups and 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 mattered was whether her current lust was enough to entice all the men to spy on her and
rape her. If it weren't for the constraints of the law, I would rather she were just wearing that incredibly provocative lingerie,
walking back and forth in this department store!

I linked arms with my shy yet determined wife, quickly shaking off the swarms of sticky, fly-like stares
, and led her to the fire escape, a relatively secluded spot. I told her to stand at the turn of the stairs, to
lift her skirt, revealing her panties, even more revealing than a typical thong.

She obeyed me in utter panic. As she lifted her pleated skirt, her eyes darted nervously up and down
the stairs, terrified someone would suddenly burst in and see her revealing outfit, where hair outweighed the fabric. After satisfying my voyeuristic desires
, I hurriedly led her away before causing any major "incident."

Just as she was recovering from her shock, she realized I wasn't on my way home. A hint of suspicion
and a smug smile appeared in her eyes. I think she assumed I was going to find a place for our usual intimacy. But I
had gone to the pre-arranged meeting place with the boy, as planned.

When she saw the handsome boy again, her face showed 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," you all remember her, right?
Yes, she looks just like her! And the boy was also captivated by her face.

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

Then I heard the sounds 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 my 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! He's watching!" I noncommittally told her, "He said he wants to watch you shower, so just let him
!" She lightly spat at me, saying, "How can you be so perverted..." I ignored her, went back to the edge of the bed, and
sat with the boy to admire my wife's showering beauty.

I don't know what the boy was thinking, but the way my wife looked while showering
was just like the shy expression she had when she showered naked in front of me when we were newlyweds. Although she didn't close the door immediately, she tried to turn
her back to us, and that alone was enough to make me reminisce.

As I was lost in this whirlpool of desire, a sudden thought struck me. I asked the boy, who was staring intently
, "Have you ever seen a woman shower?" He nodded timidly. I pressed further, "Who do you watch shower?" He said, "My mom
and sister." I asked again, "Was it peeping?" He blushed, lowered his head, and didn't answer
. I asked him again, "Do your mom 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 sister in his family probably wouldn't do something like this! I decided to grant him his wish, and said, "Then take
off your clothes and go in to shower with her!" He looked at me in disbelief, and 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
covered herself and kept backing away, glancing at me from outside the bathroom, pleading for my help. I remained
unmoved, watching her keep dodging until she slipped out of the bathroom door and backed up to me.

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

"Let nature take its course!" Next, I lay down and began to watch the
physical movements of the two people in the bathroom, who were both strangers and familiar, through the frosted glass...

Huiyun's Story (3)

A child is always a child, and at this moment, he can only be considered to be in the stage of having lust but no courage! The image I saw through the frosted glass told
me: my wife frantically covered her body with her hands, eventually turning her back to him, while he pressed his hands
to his private parts. They remained in this awkward position for quite some time, the only
sounds the water from the showerhead.

Slowly, I vaguely heard the woman say something, but it was hard to hear clearly through the glass, so I moved
closer to the glass door to listen to their conversation:

Woman: "Don't be so 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 you won't do anything!"

She slowly turned around, still covering her breasts with her hands, forgetting her genitals. Ha! I really wondered:
do women always lose their composure like this in important moments? Thankfully! She realized her mistake soon enough!
She suddenly realized her mistake and hurriedly tried to cover herself, but her breasts were still exposed! Clearly, she
realized she had embarrassed herself again! She quickly changed the position of her hands, her posture and movements clumsy
, and she probably laughed awkwardly, feeling embarrassed herself.

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

Man: "I didn't move!"

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

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

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

I saw that she was now covering her genitals with one hand, her chin resting on her other hand, and
her forearm covering her breasts. 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 figured time was limited and we couldn't keep wasting time like this, so I knocked on the door and told them to hurry up and shower
. My wife yelled back, "How am I supposed to shower like this?!"

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

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

My wife said, "He said that, so I can't do anything about 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
system's service; and at first, he only dared to spray water on her shoulders, arms, and back, but as he
saw my wife gradually relax, he began to spray water on her sensitive areas! From the changes in her figure
, I could tell she was beginning to enjoy this unprecedented baptism of desire…

She tilted her head back, leaned back, and lowered her hands completely, her mouth full of warm, lustful water, 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 , but I was wrong. She first reached out and grasped his engorged 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. While washing, she would look up at the boy every now and then
, as if saying something? I couldn't hear clearly, but I saw the boy lower his head and slowly bend down,
reaching out to touch her breasts! As the steam rose, the image on the frosted glass became so blurred that
it was impossible to distinguish how many legs there were; only vague movements of moving forward, backward, up, and down were visible.

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

How would I know if he was? 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 clean 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 retaliate by penetrating my wife's private parts, the private parts that another man had "possibly" already possessed
!

Men are truly despicable! When you truly have someone all to yourself, you take it for granted and don't necessarily cherish
it. But when you have to compete with others, the unstoppable force and pleasure are truly
incredible! Especially when I was riding my wife with abandon under the boy's gaze, enjoying her
ravaging cries . 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 his way 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 a fantasy for most men, and although it was a struggle,
I still smiled victoriously as I turned to
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 over: "Your turn! Take her to the bathroom!"

I think he was fooled by the semi-conscious state my wife always exhibited 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 enter!

He gave up! He removed the condom and then obediently and carefully washed her body. While he was
washing my wife, I seemed to see a scene from when I used to bathe my older sister...

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. I even let him lift her 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...you know!
What are you thinking?" I glanced at her sideways and replied, "Oh! Really!..."

[The End]

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