My wife was panting and moaning under someone else's body. (The sentence is incomplete.)

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No matter how handsome the husband or how beautiful the wife, or how harmonious their sex life is, over time, things will inevitably get tiring, and the passion will gradually fade. I can't deny that this is true for my wife and me too! After we got married, especially after having a child, our sex life gradually decreased. Even when we did have sex, it felt like we were just going through the motions, with little foreplay, no erection, no penetration, no ejaculation, and then we'd just go to sleep. My wife is actually quite beautiful, with a great figure, but she's slowly lost her allure for me! For the past two years, every time I have sex with my wife, I fantasize about having sex with other women—a sexy colleague, a mature woman, or even a voluptuous friend's wife. Only such fantasies make my erection last longer, but… Gradually, such fantasies lost their effectiveness until a scene suddenly appeared in my mind: my wife being fucked by another man. This scene actually aroused me greatly, and the hardness and duration of my erection were much better than before. It's undeniable that many men have had such thoughts, secretly fantasizing about their wives being raped, having sex, and having ejaculation inside them to achieve their own sexual pleasure. Yet, outwardly, they consider such thoughts dark and dirty. But in reality, there are quite a few men like this, and some have even already done it. With this idea in mind, every time I made love to my wife, when she was aroused, I would keep asking her things like, "Do you want to have sex with other men? Have you ever been with other men?" At first, my wife would always roll her eyes at me and call me "crazy." After asking a lot, my wife got angry and asked me why I was asking such abnormal questions. I pretended to be very serious and replied, "I think our sex life is already very bland. If you can get a greater sexual climax with someone else, I'm willing to do it. As long as you're happy, I'm happy too!" My wife responded to me actively and replied very earnestly, "I've never thought about being with other people. I'll only be with you in my life! You've already made me very satisfied!" Hearing her answer and feeling my wife's sincerity, I felt a little excited! But thinking about it later... I didn't think so, because my wife was always passive during sex. She would only give in when I wanted it, and sometimes it was only after several attempts that she would reluctantly give in. She also rarely reached orgasm, unlike when I was younger, when I would have multiple orgasms every time, and when I was so happy I would shout "Help!" or "You're killing me!" That was a true orgasm, and the words I uttered were involuntary! At that moment, I couldn't help but think that if a woman had no sexual desire for her husband, or if she did, it was so perfunctory, then she was either frigid or already had another man and had lost interest in her husband sexually! Thinking about this, most men would feel frustrated and furious that they might have been cuckolded, but frankly, I didn't think it was that difficult. The hardship was palpable. After all, I had women outside of marriage—before and after, and even now, I still have one or two casual sex partners. Unlike other men who can have countless casual sex partners and lovers, my wife must remain faithful. If I knew she had another man and was experiencing pleasure and orgasm with him that I couldn't give her, I wouldn't mind. I even hoped it would help her balance our sex life. But I just couldn't get anything out of her or see anything. It's funny, really. I have casual sex partners; would I tell her just because she asked? However, I asked these questions every time we had sex. One time, my wife suddenly answered that she had, that she had been with someone else and enjoyed it, and that she wanted to have sex with him again. Hearing this, my half-erect penis... Jie Xiongqi, that time he brought his wife to a rare orgasm as well. Afterwards, I asked her about it, and she replied that it was because she had read those wife-swapping and cuckoldry novels I had saved in my folder, so that's why she answered me that way this time. I didn't expect that I would be so excited and stimulated. She sighed and said, "Are all men this abnormal? Giving your own wives to others to play with, can that really make you so happy?" I could only reply that it was also a way to adjust our sex life. My wife then told me, "I won't, you are the only man I have!" She said it firmly, like a virtuous woman wanting to build a memorial arch! Our sex life continued in this ups and downs, exciting and mundane. Occasionally, I would also find my sister-in-law (in my other article, "My Sister-in-Law Who Shyly Buttoned Up Her Buttons") to have sex with her a couple of times, but nothing changed. The turning point in my wife's career came on the day of an entrance exam for their medical school's continuing education program. She worked in the continuing education office of the local medical school, where medical professionals from neighboring counties and towns would register, study, and take exams for their qualifications and continuing education. Especially for the exams, the medical school would invite one or two teachers from other cities or provinces to assist in supervising and proctoring. This had been the routine for years. That day was also my wife's busiest. She was busy with school affairs during the day and had to entertain the visiting teachers in the evening. I knew it was her entire department accompanying them. However, my wife arranged the accommodations for the visiting teachers. I had heard her make hotel reservations in front of me several times before; the hotel was familiar with the school and could book rooms with just one phone call, so I didn't pay much attention. Actually, deep down I had a vague desire for something to happen! Then, that day, I noticed my wife was coming home quite late. One day, I noticed she went straight to the bathroom to wash her underwear as soon as she got home. When she came out, the underwear was already washed off. We usually wash our clothes before bed and leave them until the next day, so my wife's actions caught my attention. I thought back to when her school had arranged exams with visiting teachers; something similar had happened before – she would come home, hide in the bathroom to shower, and then wash her underwear. Because I was concerned, I knew something was wrong. The next day, my wife again came home and went straight to the bathroom to wash. Halfway through, her phone rang. She went out to answer it, and I said I needed to go to the bathroom. Hu quickly entered the bathroom and saw her underwear still in the basin, not yet washed. I grabbed her panties and saw a wet patch on the crotch with a thin, white liquid. I smelled it and detected two scents: my wife's natural body odor and a scent that any man could recognize—semen. I was certain no one could mistake that smell. At that moment, I didn't feel resentment or the rage of being cuckolded, but rather joy, excitement, a surge of exhilaration. "Hmph," I thought, "she always acts so proper in front of me, but behind my back she's already having an affair." But this smell couldn't serve as evidence. I threw the panties back in the basin, left the bathroom, and saw my wife waiting at the door. Seeing me leave, she immediately slipped inside to wash clothes. I casually remarked, "Why so frequent?" "Are you washing them all tomorrow?" My wife, head bowed, scrubbed the clothes, her reply revealing nothing of the situation: "I just washed them while I was at it!" That night, I wanted to have sex with my wife. She didn't refuse, but she wasn't enthusiastic either. I asked her the usual question: "Do you want to be penetrated by other men? Have you been penetrated (times)?" My wife hummed and gave the same answer she always gave: "No, I don't want to!" I didn't say much, because I knew my wife had definitely been with someone else before, her mind was always fantasizing, so I was happy and quickly ejaculated. When I lay down, I casually said: "If you want to, just tell me, I really don't mind! It would be better if you found out!" My wife, probably feeling guilty, snuggled against my back as I gently stroked her hand and said: "Don't overthink it, I won't!" Without evidence, I couldn't expose her in this conversation, but a plan formed in my mind!I knew they were studying [a specific language/skill], so I thought they were learning [a specific language/skill]. I saw my wife walk into the hotel alone around 10:00 PM. I quickly took a picture with my phone. A little while later, I saw a tall man wearing glasses also go in, but I wasn't sure if it was him, since I hadn't seen him before. However, seeing that my wife went in alone, it seemed they were being quite cautious. I waited in the car for about 10 minutes. The time had come to a close, and I figured it was about time, so I went straight into the hotel and headed to the front desk. A receptionist stood up to greet me, and I said directly, "Hello, which room did the medical school book for me? Please give me the key card!" The receptionist checked and told me, "Hello, sir, the medical school only booked one room with us this time, and someone has already checked in!" I deliberately grumbled, "Damn, this medical school is so stingy, only giving us one room? Okay, I understand, what's the room number? And please give me the key card too!" "The room number is 302, but I'm sorry, sir..." "Teacher, the access cards have all been taken. Perhaps you could try contacting them again yourself and ask!" I nodded, thanked the clerk, and went straight to the third floor, arriving at room 302. My heart was pounding. I looked around to make sure no one was watching, then gently pressed my ear against the door to eavesdrop. This wasn't a high-class hotel, so the soundproofing wasn't very good. I could vaguely hear Lang Lingqing's rapid moans. Although low, I could still tell it was definitely his wife's moans. They were whispering something in the middle, but I couldn't hear that next. I stepped back... (Stepping down, I looked under the door and was pleasantly surprised. The door wasn't completely sealed; there was a tiny crack. I pulled a thin recording pen from my coat pocket and gently inserted it into the crack. It wasn't deep enough, but I figured it should record fairly clearly. As I put the pen in, I also listened intently by the crack. My wife's breathing was rapid, and I vaguely heard her saying, "Deeper, deeper, ah... ah...!" My penis, uncharacteristically, became erect. It was so exciting! Hearing my wife moaning like that while being penetrated by someone else made me even happier than I had ever imagined.) I was afraid someone might pass by, so I only listened for a little while before standing up and walking away. I picked up my phone and dialed my wife's number. "Beep...beep..." It rang for a long time, but she didn't answer. I dialed again, and it rang many more times before her voice finally came through: "Hello!" She had probably just experienced a climax, because although her voice was already suppressed and panting, I could still hear a slight tremor. I only asked, "What time are you coming back?" "Around 8 o'clock!" I looked at my watch; it wasn't even 7 o'clock yet. It seemed that man was quite strong; he'd been doing it for three days straight, and now he wanted to do it for another hour. At least this... I couldn't do that intensity now, so I just said "Oh" and hung up the phone. I smoked another cigarette on a small balcony off the side of the hotel. About 40 minutes later, I went to the door, picked up my recording pen, and left. As soon as I got home, I eagerly took out the recording pen, plugged it into the speakers, and instantly, my wife's moans and gasps filled the room: "Ah...ah...deeper, deeper, just like that, it feels so good!" A male voice also breathed heavily: "I'm about to come!" My wife's voice: "Mmm, shoot inside, give it to me!" The male voice let out a low growl, as if he had been constipated for a long time. With a satisfying roar, my penis, already hard, was about to be pulled out and ready to "fuck" when they stopped. I had to give up and see if they would continue. Then I heard their panting, interspersed with occasional conversations: "Honey, fucking you is so good!" "Me too!" "You know what? Every day I'm waiting at home for you guys to come and tell me to come to the school to supervise and teach!" "Hmph! You think you're that good? You want to come and supervise and substitute teach?" "Haha, of course, the most important thing is because there's a hole here to go in!" "Bastard, I knew you weren't up to any good!" "Then tell me yourself..." "Do you like being fucked by me?" I didn't hear my wife's voice, but she probably nodded or something. Then came the "sizzling" kissing sounds. Nothing seemed to progress after that, though there were occasional whispers, sometimes too low to hear, sometimes mixed with their laughter. Hearing my wife's murmuring, coquettish voice, I felt a pang of unease. How long had it been since she'd shown me this position! Finally, after another half hour, I heard the man's voice say, "Baby, come here!" "How come you've gotten so big?" "Fuck you forever, I'll fuck you forever!" My wife is beautiful. Her breasts, though not large, are firm and elastic, not soft or saggy at all. Especially noteworthy are her nipples; despite breastfeeding, they remain small and perky. Even when not sexually active, they stand erect, unlike the sunken nipples of most women. Aside from a birth scar, her abdomen is relatively flat. In my eyes, her most beautiful and sexy feature is her buttocks—round and perky. Wearing a short skirt, her buttocks are sure to turn heads on the street. However, her only flaw is her short legs. When she's naked, her upper and lower body are roughly the same length. If her legs were longer, combined with her 1.65-meter height, she would definitely be a sexy, long-legged beauty. Suddenly, I heard my wife exclaim, "You want that side again?" The man chuckled mischievously, "Hehe!" "No, please, it hurt so much the other day!" Hearing this, I realized what was going on. My joy was now mixed with a hint of morbid ecstasy. She'd even done it to my wife's anus? I don't know how many times I'd begged her for it, but she always refused. Once, I tried to force it in, making her very aroused. (Heaven was against me, but I never expected that in front of this man, her usually guarded anus would be so easily penetrated, and it was clearly not just once or twice.) The man's voice: "Don't you feel any pleasure at all?" "Even if there's a little bit, it still hurts more!" "Xiaohua, then I'll be gentler." "Huh? I love fucking your ass the most, do you know why?" "Why?" "I'll tell you after you let me fuck you!" "Hmph! Who's weird about that!" Another silence, perhaps they were preparing, and then finally I heard my wife let out an "Ah!" The man had already fucked my wife's ass, which I had never been in before! Although I was a little unhappy about this, hearing them start doing it made me more happy than anything else. I took out my penis and slowly started stroking it. Hearing my wife's "Ah...ah..." sounds, my penis got harder and harder, but obviously, my wife's moans this time didn't bring her much pleasure. It is said that some women can reach a great orgasm when their anus is penetrated, but my wife didn't get any pleasure from this, at least for the time being. Even so, the wife was still willing to open her anus for that man to penetrate, which shows how much she loved him! The man's breathing sounded quite excited, and then he said between breaths, "Do you know why I love penetrating your anus the most? Because your first time was with me! You told me you'd never let your husband penetrate you before, and I was really happy and proud! I've penetrated every place your husband has, and there are places I've penetrated that your husband hasn't. Darling, promise me, your anus belongs only to me, I won't allow your husband to penetrate it too!" The wife's breathing also quickened, and slowly began to contain a hint of pleasure and joy, whether it was because the pleasure in her anus had increased, or because the man was doing something else to stimulate her. "Mmm..." "Mmm...this place...mmm...only belongs to you, I won't let...mmm...mmm...my husband penetrate me! I...mmm...my whole body...mmm...is...mmm...your...!" This seemed to stimulate the man, his breathing becoming heavier, while his wife continued to make intermittent "mmm..." sounds. Actually, wasn't I also increasingly aroused by their panting conversation? My left hand masturbated faster and faster, imagining my wife naked, that man lying on top of her, thrusting hard into her anus. Finally, a wave of tingling sensation washed over me, and my semen shot out. The man also reached his climax, his low growl of relief reappearing, followed by more panting, and then all sound ceased. I think I had already picked up my recording pen and left by then! [This post was edited by hu34520 on 2015-03-04 00:15]15 (Re-edited)15 (Re-edited)15 (Re-edited)15 (Re-edited)15 (Re-edited)15 (Re-edited)15 (Re-edited)15 (Re-edited)

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