My wife likes being fucked by other men in front of me.

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After a long silence, the door opened, and my wife came into the bedroom. She leaned over and kissed my neck, but I pretended not to notice.

She asked, "Why didn't you come earlier?" I said, "Never mind, men generally don't like other men around, and besides, you seemed to be having a good time." "You're so naughty. But I really wanted you to come over soon, so I could feel at ease. I'm always worried you're overthinking things." "

I really wasn't thinking anything, as long as you're having fun. What's he doing?" "He's asleep, snoring." "Oh, don't wake him, he's probably tired. How many times have you two done this?" "Just twice, and he came both times." "Oh, how was it? He's good-looking, you can accept it, right?" "He's got so much hair, like those foreign men in porn, it's so tantalizing to touch."

"Compared to me?" I still felt a pang of jealousy. "Your skin is so nice, so smooth. I like your skin. Men with a lot of hair are only stimulating to touch at that moment, not as good as you, it's more comfortable for a longer time." My wife really knows how to talk, making my heart warm.

"If you don't go in, I'm a little... I said you let him go in first, but he's quite the smooth talker. Later, when we talked about this, he said he was very capable and asked me to touch him there. I was too embarrassed, so he grabbed my hand and made me touch it. He also touched me there and said I was wet and even licked it for me. I started thinking..." "Is his penis big? Is he good at it?" "Not as big as he said, but the glans is quite big. When it goes in, it's like a big meat scraper. I can feel where the tip of it goes in. It's different from the others." As she spoke, my penis slowly swelled up.

"Compared to Xiao Zhao?" "I still think Xiao Zhao is better." "Oh, what about Hua Zi?" "Hehe, I always feel like Hua Zi is a little kid. He's too reserved, which sometimes makes me feel awkward too. Next time, you should definitely do it with me, then I'll feel more comfortable." "

Okay, we'll do it together tonight. You're going to eat his? Don't you dislike eating there?" "He offered to, and I felt embarrassed, afraid of upsetting him, so I opened my mouth, and he came in." "How did it feel?" "I don't know, my heart was pounding, I was so excited! When I opened my eyes, I could see his urethra and the red flesh on it, it was so stimulating..."

"And then?" "Then I kept it in my mouth. But he told me my teeth were poking his flesh, and it hurt a little." "So you stopped taking it in?" "Yeah, I stopped, and then I took it out." "So you wanted him to go inside you? You were horny, weren't you?" "You bastard, I'm ignoring you." I knew she was faking her anger, so I pushed her down onto the sofa in the study, pulled out my penis, parted her labia, and inserted it into her vagina. It was a little loose inside because of Liu Bin, but it felt very comfortable inside, wet and slippery. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it, her little belly jiggling as I thrust inside her, quite alluring.

Making love on the small sofa in the study wasn't as comfortable as on the bed, but I still quickly ejaculated inside her.

After pulling out, I quickly stuffed a stack of tissues next to the sofa into her vaginal opening. Her vulva was exposed to the sunlight streaming in through the study window, and that small tuft of hair was illuminated by the sunlight, giving it a slightly golden sheen. I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, thinking that I would charge my digital camera later and take some pictures that night.

By bedtime, we were quite familiar with each other. My attitude had Liu Bin running around my wife all night, even following her into the kitchen to cook, saying he was helping his sister-in-law. I was happy to relax and watched TV in the living room.

I suspect he made quite a few advances towards my wife. Liu Bin's personality is pretty much as he described in his emails—bold and outspoken, quite different from how he was when we met the night before. I guess he's loosened up now. That's good; these things require everyone to be open. If one person is reserved, everyone loses interest.

We all took showers one after another. My wife and I went to the bedroom first. As soon as we got into bed, I started caressing my wife's genitals. We were talking passionately, listing all the men who had been with her. After my wife started to get wet, Liu Bin finished showering and came into the bedroom. He was wearing a towel, and seeing that we had already started, he took it off, put on his shorts, and got into bed, immediately starting to touch my wife's breasts.

My wife knew that hand wasn't mine, so she started moaning and groaning on the bed, her buttocks wriggling on the sheets.

Liu Bin volunteered to come to the foot of the bed, wanting to lick his wife's vulva again. I stepped aside and licked his wife's breasts instead. Liu's licking from below made his wife tremble with excitement, and his hands scratched my arm until it hurt slightly. After a while, he started to lift me onto her. His wife was already very aroused, probably feeling very empty down there. I used my hand to probe his wife's vulva, and Liu Bin used his tongue to lick inside and outside her vulva. His wife's vulva was wet and sticky everywhere.

Liu Bin got up, stood on the floor, took off his shorts, and threw them aside. His two hairy legs were a dark mass under the lamp. He knelt between his wife's white legs, and a thick penis stood out from among the thick pubic hair. It was thick in the front and thin in the back, and I guessed that it was inserted into his wife's vulva. His wife was having a great time, just like she said at noon, she could feel the penis moving back and forth inside her vulva.

In my imagination, Liu was already thrusting his "gun" into my wife's bullseye. Having seen my wife being penetrated more than once or twice before, the initial thrill had faded considerably; sometimes it just felt like the protagonist of an adult film had changed to my wife. My wife and I didn't mention the idea of having a sperm donor all day. We'd both learned our lesson; a good mood was paramount in crucial moments.

Liu penetrated my wife for a while, then I took over. My penis was thicker than Liu's, something I was very proud of. My wife seemed quite familiar with my penetration, though the flesh inside her was a little loose, probably due to the stretching effect of Liu's large glans. Each thrust made my wife gasp for breath, her hands gripping Liu's penis, stroking his foreskin on the large glans.

Liu then lowered his head, and the two kissed passionately. I then thrust hard from below, my wife's climax making my whole body tingle. I didn't want to finish so quickly, but I gritted my teeth and quickly ejaculated into my wife's vagina. When I pulled out, my wife was still gripping Liu's penis.

I stepped aside, and Liu came over, took the pillowcase left on the bed, and wiped away the semen that had flowed from my wife's vagina. He then pulled my wife down and leaned over her. I then noticed that his buttocks were covered in thick body hair, which looked particularly alluring against my wife's fair skin. With each thrust, a wet, squelching sound came from my wife's vagina.

Liu pulled my wife's waist up, flipped her over, and penetrated her from behind. The squelching sound became even louder. My wife was unable to utter a word from his thrusting; she just buried her head in the large pillow and made intermittent moans. Liu was kneeling on one leg and standing on the other, thrusting into my wife's vagina at an angle. Bright fluid dripped down my wife's legs onto the sheets.

After a frenzied thrusting session, Liu said, "I'm going to cum, do you want to?" His wife changed position, placing a large pillow under her buttocks, spreading her legs wide to expose her vagina. Liu then aimed at her everted vagina and forcefully thrust his large glans inside, rapidly pumping in and out while holding her white legs. His wife spread her legs even wider, and Liu's thrusts became increasingly violent. When he suddenly collapsed on top of her, the force of his thrusts into her vagina startled me, and I felt a surge of tenderness for my wife.

Liu stopped his vigorous thrusting, only occasionally pushing lightly into her vagina. After half a minute, he got up, pulled out, and lay back down. After he withdrew his penis from my wife's vagina, to prevent his semen from leaking out, I inserted my penis back into her vagina, not thrusting, but simply blocking the entrance, and placed another pillow under her buttocks.

The next day at noon, before I took him to the station to return to Beijing, he lay on his side and entered my wife from behind in the morning, ejaculating again. I didn't participate, pretending to be asleep. After he left, we never contacted each other again. I occasionally look through his emails, thinking about the beginning and the end—it's quite dramatic. But we all understand that this kind of thing is just a sexual game and shouldn't be taken seriously.

(12)

After the child was born, my wife remained quiet for half a year, immersed in the joy of being a mother. However, the alternative pleasure gained through artificial insemination left an indelible mark on our physical and psychological well-being, a pleasure that surpassed the usual.

With the arrival of summer in May, the desires that had been suppressed deep within us began to stir again.

That day, our child had been taken away by his grandmother, and we, who had been deprived of sex for a long time, were aroused by the warm breeze blowing through the window at night. After watching an adult film, I whispered to her, "How about I find you some handsome guys?" My wife no longer feigned coquettish anger as before, but instead fell silent, burying her head in my chest. I knew she was itching for something, so I reached into her panties and found them damp.

I kissed her and said, "Let's go to Tianleyuan." Tianleyuan was a nightclub not far from our home. We went there around 11 pm for the second show. Tianleyuan's D hall was packed that night. We went in one after the other. She was wearing a small sundress, and her slightly plump figure after giving birth to her baby, under the lights of the D hall at night, gave her a unique charm, a mature woman's allure. I found a high spot on the second floor, ordered a beer, and watched my wife follow the crowd onto the dance floor.

Soon, several shirtless men, hot from dancing, surrounded her. A tall man kept shouting at her, but the music was too loud to hear anything. My wife would occasionally turn her ear towards him as if to reply. A dozen minutes later, to the strain of the loud banging music, the man put his hands on my wife's waist, and the two of them began to sway wildly to the music, their heads bobbing like drums. After

dancing for a while, the man dragged three other men and my wife and her group away. The men's seats were on the round platform at the entrance to the dance floor. My wife was seated in the middle, surrounded by them, while the man sat back down, a dragon etched all over his back clearly visible in the flickering lights.

The man beckoned to a waiter and ordered several bottles of Blue Ribbon cigarettes. He picked one up and poured it down his wife's throat. She hesitated slightly, then tilted her head back and drank. After a while, they started chatting, heads close together, before being led back to the dance floor by the men.

A little while later, she left the dance floor and headed upstairs. I thought she was coming to find me, but she went straight to the restroom. After she went in, I went into the men's restroom across the hall, but left the door open, waiting for her to come out. When she came out, she stood behind a group of people at the entrance and said to me, "Those guys sounded like they were from Northeast China. The man with the dragon tattoo asked me to go to a private room to sing karaoke later."

I said, "Go ahead, don't worry about me. Be careful." My wife said, "Okay, I'll be careful." Then she went back to the dance floor. I took a cigarette and sat down at a long table in front of the bar downstairs, ordered another bottle of liquor, and continued drinking.

My vision was blurred by the surging crowd of dancers; I could only vaguely make out the heads of a few men shaking incessantly. A moment later, they went back down to drink, while the two men went back up to dance. The tattooed man and another naked man, along with his wife, remained seated, drinking. The tattooed man's hand was already behind his wife's back; I couldn't see what he was doing, only that his wife was nestled tightly against his bare arm, her head bowed.

After about ten minutes, the tattooed man stood up and shouted something to his group on the dance floor, then pointed to the exit. The two men then pulled his wife towards the exit. As they passed me, my wife's eyes were glazed; she'd probably drunk at least two bottles. I only remember that the man from Northeast China had long sideburns, was over 1.8 meters tall, and was tilting his head, sniffing my wife's hair as he walked towards the door.

I had nowhere else to go, so I continued watching others dance. About ten minutes later, one of the men who had stayed to dance came out to answer his phone. After finishing, he seemed to call to the remaining men, and together they walked towards the exit.

I followed them and saw them go to a private room on a street corner in the KTV area. They knocked on the door, it opened, and the group filed in, then slammed the door shut behind them. I sat at a teahouse on Tianleyuan Pedestrian Street, watching the exit of that private room area. A waiter brought over a few bottles of wine and a fruit platter but didn't go back in.

Half an hour later, two shirtless men came out and went to the restroom. I pretended to go to the restroom too and followed behind. I went into a small stall, and one of the two men went into the stall as well, while the other urinated outside. The one who finished urinating said to the one in the stall in a thick Northeastern accent, "Damn, that woman's pretty good, she ate all my 'snail,' did she eat yours?" "No, I shot inside. I think she ate my second brother's too. She's really something!" I heard this in the stall, and my ears burned, and my lower body became incredibly hard.

After the two men left, I came out too. I didn't see them on the pedestrian street; they probably went back into the private room.

I sat back down. A while later, the waiter came to collect the tablecloths. I asked what was wrong and learned it was already past midnight; their rule was to collect the tablecloths at midnight. Just then, I saw the man with the long sideburns come out to the restroom, and I followed him in.

When I went in, I saw him with one hand propped up on the top of the urinal, his eyes closed, perhaps reliving the feeling of enjoying my wife earlier. His other hand was on his penis. I pretended to urinate too, glancing sideways at his lower body; his dark, limp penis hung outside his crotch. He didn't urinate for a while, then a stream of yellow, straight urine spurted from the head of his penis, seemingly indicating the force with which he ejaculated into my wife.

I thought, my wife must have felt incredibly good being touched by this big thing. I went out first, and after Dabinjiao came out, I went back to the private room. Around 1 a.m., a man came out and called for the bill. I figured it was almost over, so while the waiter went to collect the bill, I pretended to go to the front private room. As the door opened, I peeked inside and saw my wife sitting on the sofa eating a slice of watermelon. I was relieved.

A while after I got home, my wife knocked on the door. As soon as I opened it, she threw herself into my arms and said, "I can't take it anymore, my legs are weak." I closed the door, carried her into the bedroom, and quickly took off her sundress. Then I noticed she was missing her underwear. I asked her where it was, and she said that she had used her underwear to wipe herself when she ran out of toilet paper while wiping the men's "things" in the bathroom, and then threw it away.

I asked her how many people were in the private room, and she said, "Four in total. The one with the dragon tattoo is called 'Second Brother,' they're all from Northeast China." My wife's legs were covered in dried male ejaculation marks. I leaned down and smelled her vagina; it had a strong semen smell. When I touched it, her legs trembled uncontrollably, and she told me not to touch her lips, saying it was prickly and her vagina was wet.

My wife also said that "Second Brother" was very skilled at it; he even sat on my wife's head and made her lick his anus.

I had never heard of my wife licking a man's anus before, so I asked her what it felt like. She said, "I didn't feel anything, I just felt that there was hair around his anus, and I kept licking it. The first time he ejaculated into my mouth, and it seems there were two others who did the same, ejaculating into my mouth and telling me to eat it and not spit it out." "You ate it?" I asked her. "Yes, I ate it. Later, they also penetrated my genitals, and they ejaculated there too." "Was it tasty?" I asked. "The taste is different. That 'second brother' seems to be around thirty years old, and his semen is sweet. The younger ones didn't produce much, and it was a bit astringent." I continued to ask my wife, "Which one is the best at fucking you?" She replied, "It's the one with a dragon tattoo on his arm, and his penis is really thick. Luckily, he went in last. If he had been the first, he definitely wouldn't have been able to handle it. He came so fast, and if you're not used to it, it would definitely hurt."

Every time this happens, I tease my wife, so I immediately asked her, "How does it compare to your two boyfriends from the science and engineering school?" "It feels different. Zhao and the others are very gentle, as if I was the one who initiated it. Tonight, these guys were all pretty good at it. They probably sleep with women often, so they're very experienced and strong. I had several orgasms, and I'm still dizzy."

After a few days of quiet, my wife started getting restless again. When I asked her what was wrong, she said she was thinking about what happened that day. I asked her if she was thinking about a specific person or about that kind of thing. She insisted that she was thinking about that kind of thing. So I said, "If you're thinking about it, then go find someone. If you go to Tianleyuan again, make sure no one you know sees you. Also, be careful. If the other person is relatively safe, you can bring them back. And I need to be there." Actually, I only said the last part because I wanted to see for myself, and my wife agreed.

The frequent business trips after SARS have kept me busy until now, and only now am I writing this. During this time, my wife often went to Tianleyuan (a dance hall in Taiwan). According to her, the men she met that night also frequented Tianleyuan every day. They got to know each other and learned that my wife was married, but she lied to them, saying that I was often away on business trips and couldn't come back, so she went out to play because she couldn't stand the loneliness.

She was particularly close to that second brother. He came to my house three times in one month, always going out for a late-night snack after dancing, and then spending time alone with my wife. My wife talked about his skills with great enthusiasm, often saying that she couldn't handle it and that she never wanted to come to my house with him again. However, after a few days of calm, she would miss him terribly.

I wondered, just how good was this man from Northeast China? How could he make my wife so infatuated with his "goodness"? So, I suggested to my wife that she bring him back so I could see for myself. My wife told him my idea, and he replied that it was possible. He had never slept with another woman's wife in front of another woman's husband. We then arranged a time, and it was set for him to come to my house one afternoon.

When he arrived, he reeked of alcohol, probably having drunk quite a bit at lunch, but he seemed quite lucid. After greeting me, he casually sat down on the sofa, appearing familiar with my home. He had a handbag tucked under his sideburns and was dressed smartly. My wife urged him to take a shower. Right in front of me, he took off his t-shirt—whoosh! A coiled dragon tattooed from his chest to his back! He went to the bathroom wearing only shorts, and after showering, he wrapped himself in a towel and went straight to the bedroom.

During this time, we barely spoke, and he barely looked at me. A slight annoyance welled up inside me, but I held back. I kept smoking, watching him walk past me barefoot. He had an indescribable odor about him, and he looked very arrogant. On our first meeting, this Northeastern man had already humiliated me.

Damn it, I brought this on myself, serves me right!

Before, when others came to my house or when we met, they were always a little reserved and hesitant, usually becoming more intimate after we got to know each other better. This guy with the big sideburns was so indifferent to me, I was really unhappy. If it weren't for my wife's request and my own dark thoughts, I would have already suggested ending this game. But even as I was thinking this, there was already movement in the bedroom. My wife's moans were already starting. I pushed open the half-closed door and slipped into the bedroom like a thief.

On the bed, a broad back with a dragon tattoo was squatting on my wife. The guy with the big sideburns had one hand behind his back, which was holding my wife's vagina. His buttocks were squatting on my wife's chest, and my wife's snow-white breasts were being squeezed and spread out, like dough being kneaded by a cook. My wife's legs trembled incessantly under his manipulation, opening and closing. The guy with the big sideburns' hands were already wet with my wife's vaginal fluid. My wife's hands tightly hugged the thighs of the guy with the big sideburns who was squatting

there. The moans in her mouth were abruptly stopped by the guy with the big sideburns' buttocks pushing forward. The guy with the big sideburns' buttocks were hovering in front of my wife's head. He pulled out his fingers, knelt in front of my wife, his head tilted against the wall, and thrust his penis into my wife's mouth. Between his parted legs, with his sideburns spread wide, I could clearly see my wife diligently sucking his penis. His penis, already hard from her sucking, moved slowly in and out of her lips, which were once described

as her adorable little mouth. After the first time my wife bit me, I hadn't asked her to suck my penis again; I hadn't expected her mouth to be so good now. He leaned against the wall, his buttocks slowly pressing down and rising, his thick, dark penis, moistened with saliva, slowly withdrawing from her lips and then repeatedly thrusting back into her mouth. After one particularly deep thrust, my wife coughed silently, her throat trembling. He then withdrew his penis, lifted my wife's large buttocks, turned her over, bent her down, spread her legs, and skillfully thrust his buttocks forward, his dark penis entering her wet body. Once his large member was firmly inside her, the rough thrusting caused her breasts to shake violently.

I stripped naked and got into bed, pressing my head between my wife's legs so I could clearly see the entrance where her penis was being penetrated by her groin. My wife hugged me, taking my already erect penis into her mouth. The sensation of her mouth servicing me again excited me so much that I closed my eyes for a moment. The sounds of impacts from above were mixed with the sounds of thin, sticky fluid. I could even clearly see the outline of her groin protruding from my penis and urethra. I had never seen a man enter my wife's body so closely before. My wife's vagina, which I was used to seeing, was exceptionally alluring today. It wasn't the vagina itself that was alluring, but the sight of another man's body entering this familiar little opening that gave it an unprecedented charm.

His sideburns, thick with satin pubic hair, brushed against the flesh of his wife's exposed labia, his swaying testicles constantly rubbing against the soft hair beneath her labia. His wife's slippery, lustful fluids caused his thick, dark penis to writhe like a sea serpent inside her. Her crotch was glistening with oily fluid. Several times, his penis pulled out too far, the head almost touching my nose, and the unique sensual scent emanating from her body nearly made me ejaculate. His forceful thrusts caused the skin of his penis to be pulled back against the tight muscles of her vaginal opening, making his penis resemble a deformed plug of flesh blocking the opening of her labia with each insertion, its contents firmly embedded inside her.

Between the two of them, glimpses of the wife's pinkish flesh could occasionally be seen at the base of their joined bodies. Her inner flesh, usually so familiar, now seemed exceptionally alluring under the touch of this stranger. Words were superfluous at this moment; her satisfied moans were the best aphrodisiac. The penis, long honed within her flesh, thrust and swayed, bringing her immense pleasure, almost to the point of limpness. She slowly spread her legs and pressed herself against me. Big Sideburns lifted my wife's body, turning her to the edge of the bed, then got off, spreading her legs and placing them on his shoulders. His erection began to throb again.

I was quite heavy under my wife's weight, and taking this opportunity to exhale, Big Sideburns suddenly withdrew his penis, ejaculating two streams of white semen. My wife's buttocks immediately blossomed into small white flowers. With just two thrusts, the man with the large sideburns re-entered his wife's vagina, turned her body to the side, lifted one of her legs, and placed the other leg on the bed, half-straddling her, thrusting forcefully into her vagina at a 90-degree angle.

His wife trembled all over, reaching orgasm in this brutal, primal impact, gasping for breath, her moans indistinct, a mixture of pain and extreme pleasure echoing between the two of us. The small blanket was crumpled into a ball by her hands. Her buttocks began to twist, as if grinding against the end of the man's large sideburns inside her. Because one leg was being lifted, the other began to move towards the other, but the man's large sideburns firmly pressed down on her raised leg, making her look somewhat pitiful—like many women being raped.

However, from her slight but continuous upward thrusts of her hips towards the man's large sideburns, it was clear she was experiencing pleasure. What she was seeking was like how, during many of my orgasms, I would repeatedly call out the names of men she knew, and she would become increasingly excited. I thought that if my brothers with big sideburns were around, she could also allow those erect penises to continue entering her warm, soft, and juicy cavity in this atmosphere.

I understand my wife; I know very well that in this state of extreme physical pleasure, her body always betrays her will. Often, in our post-coital conversations, when this issue is brought up, my wife would always say with a shy and apologetic tone, "I can't do that next time."

Rationally, her theories of womanhood are always clearer than anyone else's, but she herself also says that in those most suffocating moments of passion, a desire that disregards everything else always intensely tempts her to open her body to every possible stranger, yearning for the entry of these strangers' penises, which are similar in shape but different in form, into her lower body, preferably an intrusive entry, but not barbaric, retaining a touch of masculine gentleness within its roughness.

Sometimes she fantasized that the tools of these strange men entering her body might legally belong to another woman, and that perhaps the man thrusting into her with such passion had done the same to another beautiful, petite woman just hours before. Her orgasms were more based on the pleasure of her own body and the sense of accomplishment she gained from releasing another man inside her. The more I talked to my wife, the more I understood her. My sour feelings towards these sexual encounters lessened, and I became more deeply involved with her.

The dancing dragon finally unleashed its fiery power as his wife slumped completely. He abruptly pulled his penis from her body, the special male member that had been inside her multiple times now positioned between her labia. Several spurts of white fluid violently sprayed onto her stomach, the furthest landing on her hair, while some was blocked by her pubic hair, clinging to it as small white droplets.

He thrust back into her. I don't know if he was still climaxing, but I felt her body jolted slightly by the force of his penetration. I imagined his penis completely opening her vaginal cavity, resolutely pushing through her cervix, with the same force that had sprayed onto her hair, ensuring his fluid would naturally flow deep into her womb.

I held my wife's satisfied and limp body, inhaling the captivating fragrance emanating from her pleasure, and became completely uncontrollable. My wife's large sideburns left her body as I ejaculated with my eyes closed. I heard the faint sounds of the door opening and closing; the Northeastern man had returned home satisfied. My wife opened her arms and began to grope for me. I turned around and embraced her…

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