Sharing my wife with my brother

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I'm X, 31 years old, and I've been married to my wife Y for two years. Y is 28, and we have a daughter who just turned three. When our daughter turned one, my parents took her back to their hometown to take care of her,

which made things easier for us. We got married on the day we had been dating for exactly seven years, so we've had sex for 11 years since we started dating. Let me put it this way: if you guys had sex with the same woman for three years, you'd probably have other ideas, or feel like you'd lost the passion, right?

I considered myself a man of lasting affection, but after marrying Y, I started to feel powerless, or rather, lacking passion. However, while my sex drive has decreased, Y, nearing 30, is still incredibly sexually active. Sometimes we have sex once a week, sometimes not even once a month.

Y is a very conservative woman when it comes to sex, but now she's been very considerate, satisfying me in ways she doesn't approve of, such as saying very lewd things; letting me drag her to the balcony with the floor-to-ceiling windows to make love, her large breasts pressed against the window as she moaned passionately; having sex in a car in a secluded place; taking off her underwear in a karaoke bar and letting me touch her.

Even the summer before last, when my brother Z and his wife went on vacation, they asked us to water their plants and gave me a key to their house (Z is 35, his wife is 33, a bit older than us).

After that, I dragged Y to Z's house every day to have sex wildly on their bed. There was a large wedding photo of Z and his wife on the wall, and we were having sex on their usual bed. During that time, I dragged Y to Z's house every day to have sex. On the bed, I would always say to Y, "You little slut, how about I find you another big dick to fuck you?" At first, Y wouldn't answer, but I could feel her vagina tightening every time I said that.

In the following days, Y gradually responded, saying, "Okay, okay, ah!!! Quick, husband, I want you to find a big dick to fuck me, let him fuck me to death!!!" But afterwards, Y said, "How can you be so perverted, actually wanting someone else to fuck your wife." I didn't say anything, only saying, "Just to lighten the mood, look at us looking at Z and Z's wife's photos, riding on the battlefields they fought on, how exciting!" Y also thought it was very exciting, and also sensed that I was different from usual, and actually wanted to have sex every day.

In those days, Z's bathroom, shower room, living room, sofa, in front of the TV, study, computer desk, dining table, kitchen, and even Z's balcony became our battlefields.

One day, Z and Z's wife were coming back, and it was the last time we had sex at Z's house. We went back to their bed, and after the frenzy, Y and I hugged and chatted. When the topic turned to Z's extramarital affairs over the years, which had caused numerous arguments between Z and his wife, Y harshly declared, "Z is such a bad man, making his wife heartbroken. What's so great about a mistress? It's so much better to live a peaceful life." The discussion began. "Z had an affair because his sex drive was too strong, and he couldn't satisfy his wife's desires after things cooled down, so he went out to find mistresses, even a fourth or fifth one," Y said. "There are other ways to satisfy a strong sex drive, and besides, he has his wife. He can just have sex with her when he wants to." "That's fine, but you know they've been dating, married, and together for over ten years now. After doing it for so long, won't they get tired of it?" "But didn't Z also have affairs before they got married?" I said. "That's because Z's sex drive was too strong!" Y snorted in strong disagreement.

Afterwards, we went to the bathroom to clean ourselves. I lathered Y with shower gel, and my hands began to wander, rubbing her breasts incessantly. My penis pressed against her buttocks, moving up and down with the lubrication of the shower gel. Y closed her eyes, her left hand reaching up to touch mine, while her right hand slipped between her legs, slowly massaging.

I leaned close to Y's ear and said, "Z will be back tomorrow. It'll be harder for us to make love here after that." "Isn't it the same at home? Why do we have to come here?!" "Hehe, you little slut, you're not telling the truth. You've been acting differently these past few days," I teased. After a slight hesitation, Y whispered, "It's really exciting here. It's where Z and Z's wife live every day. Everywhere here is covered in my juices. It's so exciting! Especially that day at the dining table, when you were fucking me, I was thinking about how Z and Z's wife sit there eating every day. It felt like they were watching us make love. It was so embarrassing!" I felt excited too after hearing that. Y continued, "I had two orgasms that time. Usually, I only have one. But if you had held on a little longer that day, I would have had another orgasm!"

Without hesitation, I immediately grabbed Y and walked to the dining table. I ran back to get a bath towel and laid it on the table. I carried Y to the table. "Let's continue. Let Z and Z's wife see how I fuck this little slut."

After saying that, I pulled out two dining chairs and made a gesture of invitation, cupping my fists and saying, "Z, Z's wife, please sit down. You should watch carefully how I fuck this little slut, Y!"

Y didn't dare to open her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, and she didn't say anything. I used both hands to lift Y's legs, which were lying on the dining table, and dragged her to a suitable position (I'm 1.85 meters tall, and standing on the ground, my penis was directly facing Y's already overflowing, shower gel-smeared cunt).

The head of my penis slid in without any resistance, and I began to thrust in and out, slowly at first, then faster. 　　"

Is it good, you little slut? Is it good? Z and his wife are watching me fuck you on their dining table." "Ah, ah...so good, husband, husband, I love you, faster, faster, almost, almost, faster..." 　　As my thrusts gradually increased, Y's eyes widened, her hands gripped her breasts tightly, her body stiffened slightly, and her vagina contracted, taut like a balloon about to burst, anticipating the pleasure of that explosive moment. 　　"Hey, I'm not your husband, I'm Z. Your husband is tired and went to rest over there, so I came to fuck you! Fuck, fuck you to death, you little slut. Tell me, is Z fucking you good?" 　　I growled, pushing my luck. About two seconds after I finished yelling, Y's pupils suddenly dilated, and she cried out in a daze, "Ah, ah, ah, Z is going to fuck me to death, ah... ooh... ooh..." 　　Her vagina tightened even more, and I knew that Y had reached orgasm. I immediately plunged my iron-like penis all the way into her cunt and stopped thrusting. 　　After Y slowly relaxed, she breathed heavily, and her vagina throbbed and pulsated, lustfully sucking on my penis. 　　"Husband, ah... how could you, how could you let Z fuck me, oh..." Y cooperated with me. 　　I leaned down, "Come on," Y tacitly wrapped her arms around my neck, I thrust my waist, picked Y up, and walked towards the bedroom. As we walked, my penis gently thrust in and out of her vagina. 　　Blushing, Y blinked at me and said, "Z, what are you going to do?" 　　Her provocative words were irresistible. I quickened my pace, pressed Y onto Z's bed, and began thrusting into her violently. "What do you think, you little slut, Y? What do you think Z is going to do? Tell me, what is Z doing?" 　　"I don't know, ah... I don't know." 　　"Don't know? Haha, look, where's Z's big dick?" 　　"Inside my cunt, ah, Z, Z is fucking me! Husband, Z is fucking my little cunt, Z is fucking me, husband, how could you let Z fuck me? How..." 　　I thrust even more wildly, penetrating deeply each time, calling her name. "Roar! Roar! Y, am I fucking you in front of your husband? Is my dick bigger or your husband's? Who fucks me better?" 　　"Yes! Your dick is the same size as X's, but you don't fuck me as well as my husband, ah... ah..." Y answered with a lewd moan.

I paused slightly, slightly disappointed, after hearing this. I pulled out my penis, jumped off the bed, turned Y over, and made her kneel by the bedside, raising her plump buttocks. I circled the head of my penis around the entrance of her vagina before slowly inserting it. Her vagina was already dripping onto the sheets. I didn't go deep, but inserted halfway, slowly moving it from side to side. Y twisted her buttocks, leaning back, wanting me to penetrate deeper.

"What? I don't enjoy it as much as your husband does, do I?"

Y didn't speak, just kept twisting.

Then, I began to thrust nine times shallow and once deeply. Each time I penetrated, Y let out a joyful moan, but she stubbornly refused to give in.

I knew Y was as stubborn as a mule, so I said, "Y...Y!"

"Hmm?" Y responded.

"Is it good?"

"Hmm..."

Seeing that Y was gradually sobering up and no longer as frenzied as before, I thrust deeply and quickly each time, ejaculating deep inside her.

But I didn't feel the same pleasure as before.

Holding Y, whose rapid breathing was gradually calming, I asked, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

"What do you think?"

"Um... I just suddenly feel like this isn't right," Y said, blushing.

I tried to comfort her, "Look, we have a very good relationship with the Z family. For the sake of their family harmony, and to prevent Z from going out and looking for 345 again, you can have sex with Z. It satisfies my need for excitement, satisfies yourself, and also satisfies Z's sexual desire. Isn't that a win-win-win situation?"

Y strongly disagreed with this idea. "Since our two families are so close, if I have sex with Z, it will be extremely awkward. I won't be able to face Z's wife afterwards. And what if other people find out?"

"So what if other people find out? What does it have to do with them! I agree to everything. Who are they? Why should they care about my business? Even if they do find out, I don't care. What are you afraid of?"

Y looked at me. "Even if you don't care, how am I supposed to face Z when we come to his house or meet him normally? It'll be so awkward. What if Z's wife finds out? She'll go crazy!"

"Does Z's wife know? She can't possibly know. Even if she did, I'll be responsible for persuading her. Z goes out to see other women regularly, and he even contracted a disease once before. Z's wife knows that, and they always argue about it. Why don't they just get a divorce? It's because she loves Z, so she can only endure it and tacitly accept it, as long as she doesn't find out. She just doesn't care. As long as Z still loves her, that's enough. Look, last time when Z's wife found out, she didn't even argue with Z's brother."

After saying some useless things, we cleaned the whole room, but the stains of semen on the sheets were still faintly visible. Z will be back tomorrow, so there's no way to wash it today. Otherwise, without an excuse, we'd just have to leave it like this.

I tried to persuade Y many times afterward, but she still couldn't accept my idea.

But I told Y that I consider myself a good man and wouldn't go out to find other women for excitement. I could only think from Y's perspective, letting her experience the sex of other men besides me, thus stimulating my sexual desire for her. I know 99.9% of men couldn't accept this idea, but I love her and don't want her to be sad because I have other women. My views on sex are very open; as long as Y doesn't betray me emotionally, I can accept Y having sex with other men. Y asked me if I wanted to sleep with Z's wife. I solemnly told her it was impossible. Although I really liked Z's wife's lips, it wasn't to the point where I wanted to sleep with her. I also told Y that if Z's wife found out, I would persuade her, and then she could serve that macho Z with Z's wife. Y still couldn't accept that situation.

Since that's the case, I decided to let Y experience the sexual sensations that other men bring her first.

She can't accept having sex with Z, so let's take it slow.

Our lives returned to their previous state, and often we didn't have sex for a whole month.

Four months before Y's birthday last year, I had a deep conversation with her, explaining our current sex life. She also felt there was a problem.

Since there was a problem, we needed to solve it.

I suggested that on Y's birthday, I take her to a women's club to experience the pleasure of squirting. Of course, going to a club was because it was relatively safe, and it wouldn't involve our relationship, so Y wouldn't feel too guilty. Also, when Y and I watched porn together before, she was particularly interested in videos featuring squirting—a subconscious expression; she wanted to experience that feeling, but unfortunately, I wasn't capable.

I told Y that I didn't mind, and even wholeheartedly supported her experiencing that ultimate sexual pleasure, so I wanted to take her to a women's club to experience the ultimate pleasure of a squirting spa.

After receiving my affirmative answer, Y decided she could accept this wild experience, but only if she regained her pre-pregnancy figure; otherwise, she wouldn't have confidence. Haha, of course, I gladly agreed to this condition.

Three months passed. During those three months, without any prompting from me, Y consciously ate less and exercised more, quickly regaining her figure. I knew deep down she wanted to experience the feeling of squirting.

After regaining her figure, Y didn't receive any "nourishment" from me for the next month, making it four months without it.

I had previously told Y that after she squirted with a masseuse at a club, I would experience what it was like for her to squirt with another man.

The night before Y's birthday, I teased her, telling her my fantasies about the next day. Y's vagina was incredibly wet, but I gritted my teeth and didn't penetrate her. In the middle of the night, I even went to the bathroom and ejaculated. Y also masturbated to orgasm after I fell asleep.

The next day, I drove to the club I had contacted beforehand. I can't mention the name here, of course, because some of our friends are still involved in online activities, and if they see this article, they might associate it with us.

Before setting off, Y had dressed up meticulously, even wearing see-through lingerie, applying light makeup, and carefully selecting a dress. But why was she so nervous now? I reassured Y, telling her not to worry, and instructed her on what to say upon entering the club, what services she wanted, and that once in the room, she should just follow the masseuse's instructions.

I had contacted the club extensively after obtaining Y's consent, of course, under Y's name; the club didn't accept male services.

As the long journey progressed, Y gradually calmed down.

I took Y to the club, kissed her trembling lips, and told her I loved her, solemnly declaring, "I love you!" Y, feeling more at ease, slowly walked towards the club.

After spending over three hours in the car, my heart pounding with anxiety (do you know how anxious I was?), Y returned to the car, her cheeks flushed, looking quite weak.

I then eagerly drove to the nearby hotel I had already booked. On the way, I asked Y if she experienced squirting, what it felt like, and how pleasurable it was.

Upon arriving at the hotel, I eagerly left the deposit and rushed into the room.

As soon as I entered, I locked the door, forcefully kissed her reddened lips, and stripped off her few remaining clothes one by one. I threw her onto the bed, shoved my tongue into her mouth, and with practiced ease, inserted my middle finger into her already overflowing and slightly loose vagina.

After five or six minutes of caressing, I trembled slightly as I pulled off my remaining underwear, mounted her, and thrust my penis in, feeling the tight, taut sensation.

The frenzied scrutiny, the roaring shouts, "Was it good being fucked? How many times did he fuck you? Was it good? How many men fucked you?" That unusually sensitive vagina gave me an unusual stimulation, contracting and relaxing, clearly a reaction of extreme excitement. In less than two minutes, I roared and ejaculated deep into that vagina that had been ravaged by another man.

We embraced tightly, streams of semen spraying into the depths of that vagina.

Y didn't reach orgasm, but she didn't seem disappointed.

After calming down a bit, I asked Y about the details after she left me.

What followed was what Y told me, 90% of which was her account, and 10% was my fantasy.

Y entered the club, and led by the receptionist, she walked shakily to the front desk, telling the receptionist in a trembling voice that she wanted to have the VIP spa. The receptionist calmly explained the prices to her and arranged a room, which was then led to by a waiter.

After the waiter made tea, he asked Y, "Miss, do you know any masseuses?"

Upon receiving a negative answer, he asked, "What are your requirements for a masseuse?"

Y timidly told him what I had told her: "I'd like a strong, sunny one, is that okay?"

"Of course, our club can fulfill any customer's request,"

the waiter said. He told her to take a shower first, and that the clothes for the spa were at the bathroom door.

After showering, Y put on the disposable underwear and towel provided by the club, and soon there was a knock on the door.

The waiter led eight sunny masseuses, wearing only tight underwear, into the room for her to choose from.

My wife, blushing, sat on the edge of the bed and chose a handsome young man with well-developed muscles and bulging underwear. The waiter then led the other seven out of the room and closed the door behind them.

My wife told me that she chose him because the others weren't her type, or their physiques were too strong and somewhat intimidating; this one wouldn't be too aggressive, and he was more agreeable.

The young man went over and locked the door, then returned to light aromatherapy and play some soft music.

Then, she solemnly introduced herself, "My surname is H, you can call me Xiao H. You've chosen the Supreme Spa and me, I'm honored, and I'll definitely make you satisfied. If there's anything you're not satisfied with, please let me know."

Xiao H then took out a notebook and showed it to the puzzled Y. It turned out to be this week's medical examination report. Y flipped through it with surprise and found that all the indicators were within the normal range (the medical examination report showed the normal range). Y became even more convinced of the safety of this high-end club. Looking at the various medical examination items, Y became even more shy, because all the items were related to sex.

Xiao H then had Y lie face down on the bed.

Y was wearing underwear underneath a bath towel. Little H reached out and touched Y's exposed skin before starting to prepare the essential oils. He did so casually, unlike his previous serious tone when introducing the oils he had formulated. He told Y that the oils were perfectly tailored to her skin condition and asked her how he should address her. Y told Little H the prepared response, "My surname is L, you can just call me Sister L."

Chatting easily with Little H, Y gradually relaxed.

Then Little H applied the essential oil to his palms, rubbed his hands together, and skillfully and gently placed his oil-covered hands on Y's neck, massaging her while chatting. Little H told Y he wanted to untie the bath towel for a back massage, and Y softly hummed in agreement, enjoying this boundless relaxation and slowly becoming completely at ease. Slowly, H's hands moved to Y's buttocks, massaging her full hips gently and firmly. Y tensed up slightly, and H sensed this, telling her to relax and enjoy life. Moving down her hips, H massaged her thighs, and Y tensed again as H's hands occasionally brushed against her beautiful cleft, bringing a subtle, stimulating pleasure, but without going deep. Slowly, Y began to breathe heavily.

However, not long after, H's hands moved down to her calves, and Y's tense muscles slowly relaxed again. But a feeling of disappointment gnawed at her heart.

After massaging her calves, H told Y to turn over and lie flat. Y readily rolled over and pulled up the towel covering her.

H then began massaging her neck. When her hands moved down, reaching inside the towel to the edge of her breasts, they made intermittent advances towards her breasts. At this point, H said to Y, "Sister L, the next massage is for your breasts. You need to take off your bra."

Y hummed in agreement and closed her eyes.

Little H gently lifted the bath towel and tossed it aside, then tore open the paper bra. He immediately placed his hands on her breasts, slowly kneading and squeezing them. Y's nipples stood erect. He reluctantly left her breasts after ten minutes.

Because his wife Y's breasts were very full, almost a D cup, Little H greedily enjoyed the soft touch.

His hands moved down her abdomen. This time, Little H didn't ask Y, directly tearing open the paper panties and pressing them against Y's pubic bone.

Y let out a soft moan and tensed up. Little H kneaded her pubic bone for about two or three minutes before continuing to lower his hands.

"Ugh..."

Little H covered Y's vulva with his palm, rubbing the vaginal opening. Y's legs parted slightly to welcome the pleasure.

Little H rubbed slowly, and Y occasionally let out suppressed moans. After about ten minutes, Y's moans gradually grew louder, and her body began to twist.

At the opportune moment, Xiao H inserted his index and middle fingers into the already overflowing, lustful hole. The instant his fingers entered, Y trembled uncontrollably and screamed.

"Ah...ah...husband...ah..."

Xiao H's fingers continued to thrust and probe, and after about five or six minutes, Xiao H leaned close to the already dazed Y's ear and whispered ambiguously, "Sister L, which way do you want me to do it? Sister L can choose to continue like this, or let me use my body."

Relying on the last shred of reason, Y said, "Use your hand." (His wife was conservative after all; even at this point, she didn't really want to have sex with someone else.) Xiao H hesitated for a moment after hearing this, and then the two fingers that had been thrusting in and out quickly began to twitch. Y screamed and moaned, his right hand unconsciously reaching into the underwear of Xiao H, who was lying on his right side, and tightly gripping the thick, iron-like penis.

"Ah...huff...ah...faster...faster! Faster!"

A few minutes later, Y reached orgasm. He gasped for breath.

Little H stopped, but didn't pull out, continuing to thrust very slowly.

Little H held Y, kissing her earlobes and the base of her ears incessantly.

Y slowly calmed down, then Little H's hand began to move slowly again, and Y, who had almost calmed down, started panting rapidly again.

About ten minutes later, Y, having abandoned everything, shouted, "Quick, quick, quick, use your big dick to fuck me, fuck me! Fuck me! Ah..."

Little H didn't hesitate at all, using his other hand to pull down her already tight panties, his penis springing out, and he slightly turned his body.

Little H placed his penis on Y's lips, his right hand constantly digging into her vulva, Y's eyes glazed as she opened her sexy lips, taking the penis into her mouth and stroking it up and down.

After a few minutes, Little H pulled out his penis, turned his body back, pulled out his right hand, and rubbed the glans against her vulva, and Y gradually went crazy.

"Your dick is so big, so big, bigger than my husband's, fuck me, fuck me, please! Ah..."

Hearing this, Little H smiled slightly before thrusting his thick penis all the way in. He then grabbed a pillow and placed it under Y's buttocks, stimulating her G-spot at an angle, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes left, sometimes right.

After about half an hour, and after Y had three more intense orgasms, he began thrusting wildly, at a speed almost like dogs mating. Each time, the head of his penis would stimulate the tip of Y's vagina, a spot her husband hadn't focused on.

Feeling waves of tingling and fullness she had never experienced before, Y suddenly cried out, "No!!! Don't!!! Stop! Stop! Stop... I can't take it anymore, ah... I need to pee! Ah... Stop it now! Ah... Stop it now!!!"

Y protested verbally, but her arms didn't loosen their grip on Little H.

Little H, experienced and unfazed, ignored it and continued his frenzied thrusting. Semen splattered everywhere, the sounds of flesh colliding echoed. Y's eyes widened, her upper body arched upwards, her hands loosened, kneading her breasts while crying out, "Ah...ah...stop! Stop...ah..."

A few seconds later, with Y's hysterical screams, "Ah...ah...ah...husband...husband...ah..." Little H's penis was forced out, and at the same time, clear semen gushed from her vulva like a urethra. Little H then mounted Y's upper body, the semen spraying all over his back, mixing with sweat and dripping down onto Y's abdomen.

Simultaneously, Little H's penis was aimed at Y's wide-open mouth, his right hand rapidly stroking his iron-like shaft, a thick stream of semen shooting onto Y's face and into her mouth.

At this moment, Little H also let out a low growl, "Roar...roar...is it good? Is it good...roar..."

Y's pupils dilated, staring blankly upwards. His breathing stopped for about twenty seconds before he finally relaxed, releasing his grip on her breasts, breathing heavily, and unconsciously swallowing the thick semen in his mouth.

Rapid breathing came from both of their mouths.

Without hesitation, Little H shoved his still-hard penis back into Y's mouth, without force.

Y licked the penis absently, gripping it weakly with both hands, as if afraid it would suddenly disappear.

"Hoo, so thick...hoo...so long,"

Little H then pulled out his penis and inserted it again into the wet, dripping vagina. Little H kissed Y's lips domineeringly, his penis slowly thrusting in and out, gradually increasing in speed. Y gradually tightened his embrace of Little H, his nails digging into Little H's back. After Y experienced two more orgasms, he withdrew his penis and ejaculated his still-thick semen onto Y's breasts once more.

Y was too weak to open her eyes. Xiao H got up and walked to Y's side, giving her a light, fleeting kiss on the lips.

"Sister L, are you satisfied?"

Y weakly murmured "Mmm..." and then fell silent, panting softly.

Xiao H gently covered Y with a towel and quietly left.

After resting for about twenty minutes, Y weakly propped herself up, her heart still with her husband waiting outside. Her legs trembled as she leaned against the wall to wash herself, but she didn't wash her genitals. Then she put on her clothes, went to the front desk, signed the papers, paid, and with her eyes half-open, dragged her heavy steps towards her waiting husband.

[The End]

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