My wife's first 3P (02)

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(II) "Yu the Great controlled the floods and divided the land into nine provinces: Ji, Yan, Qing, Xu, Yang, Jing, Yu, Yi, and Yong. In modern times, some of the names of the nine provinces have become provincial names, such as Ji and Jing, while others have become city names, such as Yanzhou and Qingzhou. The most famous are Xuzhou and Yangzhou." "For thousands of years, Yangzhou has been a famous city throughout history." My wife raised her face, and her thousands of black hairs swayed in the breeze. My heart was warm, and my eyes were fixed on my beautiful wife. She was wearing a white t-shirt that reached her waist and skinny jeans. Her hips, chest, waist, and legs were perfectly displayed. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on my wife's face, and I was intoxicated by the spring breeze. This was in my wife's hometown, a corner of Yangzhou. On a sunny March day, my wife and I strolled through the outskirts of Yangzhou, a place far removed from the city's hustle and bustle, with fields of rapeseed flowers and winding paths leading down to the distant mountains. My wife had always excelled academically. In our generation, parents were proud of their children's academic achievements and almost without exception sent them to high school and university, majoring in science. My in-laws, however, gave my wife the choice, allowing her to study music, majoring in the guzheng (a traditional Chinese zither). Perhaps because they were both university professors, and both majored in humanities, their family had a refined and traditional yet democratic atmosphere. I remember the first time I visited my in-laws' house, I was incredibly nervous, but they were very easygoing. They didn't see me as an oddball when they learned I studied science. When my wife told me afterwards that I had "passed the test," I happily picked her up and spun her around several times, while she giggled. On our wedding day, my father-in-law presented me with a handwritten inscription: "A fine son and a fine son-in-law." To continue her beloved research and studies, my wife gave up the opportunity to become a university teacher shortly after our marriage and came to the United States with me. Three years have passed in the blink of an eye. During this time, my wife only occasionally studied English or tutored a few students at a Chinese school; the rest of her time was spent taking care of me. Although she didn't say it, I knew she wasn't as free and happy as she was in China. This filled me with gratitude, and I vowed to love her forever. At the same time, I also paid attention to intimacy in our marriage, secretly watching adult videos and reading novels to learn new techniques. Among them, novels about cuckolding resonated with me the most. Initially, I resisted them, asking myself, how could such people exist? But later, when making love with my wife, scenes from those novels would occasionally appear in my mind, and my penis would throb with excitement. Gradually, these moments became more and more frequent. My wife is rather conservative when it comes to sex. Shortly after we got married in China, she was almost indifferent to sex, content to fall asleep peacefully in my arms at night. She wasn't very lubricated during sex either. After moving abroad, perhaps because we'd been married longer, my needs increased. I noticed my wife was noticeably more aroused during sex and enjoyed it more. However, she wasn't quite as open as in AVs. Sometimes, I wanted to try new positions, but she would shyly refuse or say, "That's so perverted, don't do it again." The more she acted this way, the more scenes from those "wife-cuckolding" stories popped into my head. Staring at her curvaceous body, stroking her silky skin, those wicked thoughts flooded my mind: "wife-cuckolding" is such a wrong term; it should be called "wife-loving stories." When I imagined those scenes in our marriage, I was filled with love for my wife! Finally, I cautiously began to mention these things to her. She was furious, more so than ever before. She even cried, saying I didn't love her anymore. Only after I swore I would never mention it again did she stop. A few months later, she actually asked me about it herself, asking what I really thought. Was I thinking of wife-swapping for thrills? I hesitated for a long time, wondering whether to answer directly or pretend to be serious and say I was just curious. In the end, I decided to take the plunge and frankly explain to my wife: "It's not wife-swapping, it's a threesome. It refers to sex between two men and one woman. Usually, the husband brings in another man from outside the marriage for the three of us to have sex. I think it's because I love you deeply and want to see you happy. This is even deeper than my love for you to remain celibate." Perhaps because I've always had an upright and honest image in my wife's mind, she seemed to accept my explanation, or rather, my sophistry, and didn't start another big argument. However, she still warned me: "What a perverted idea, honey, don't dream about it. I will never agree to it." I breathed a sigh of relief; I'd gotten away with it. Knowing my wife as I do, this had planted a seed in her heart. After a period of silence, I started compiling a few novels about cuckolding and sent them to my wife's email, ostensibly to let her better understand the hidden side of my heart. I knew my wife had a lot of free time; she would have time to read them. "Honey, what did you send? It's so disgusting. I deleted it." I replied with a sad emoji. My wife immediately replied with a sly smile. I was overjoyed; there was hope! Once again, my wife didn't get angry about it. This meant the seed had sprouted! Later, we would discuss details of novels during sex, and my wife's shy expression would make my penis thicker and deeper, and she would become even wetter. Finally, my wife agreed to chat with W on QQ. W was a friend I met on a forum who had cuckolding tendencies and wife-swapping experience. We had exchanged photos before, and my wife didn't seem particularly averse to it. My wife said, "Chatting with W is just to give you material for your imagination; don't expect me to do anything with him!"
Me: "Okay, I love you to death, baby! I'm even more reluctant to let you go." "And also, you're not allowed to look at their chat history while they're chatting. You can look at it yourself when I'm not around. You pervert!" My wife said, a mix of resentment and shyness. ...Finally, it escalated to today, a true threesome. At my insistence, my wife and W stayed in the guest room together. As I said goodnight and closed the door, I felt a mix of excitement and agonizing pain. My wife's face was flushed, her hands clutching the blanket tightly to her chest, her eyes clearly brimming with tears. W seized the opportunity to hug her from behind. I cruelly closed the door and left. I lay alone on the bed in the bedroom, reflecting on every moment since we met, fell in love, and got married. Waves of self-reproach, pity, and worry washed over me: My wife must be feeling so wronged, right? I shattered her fairytale world, her dream of lifelong commitment and growing old together—I destroyed it all with my own hands. What's left? Naked desire? Can we ever go back? Thinking this, I got up and went upstairs to the guest room, only to find my wife holding a large penis in each hand, her eyes glazed, alternately sucking and swallowing. She sat on a pair of hairy legs, moving up and down. I knew it was another large penis fucking her. My penis was rock hard. I stepped forward, trying to push away the two men who were making my wife perform oral sex, and tried to embrace my beloved wife. But they only gave me a gentle push, and I fell to the ground. My wife giggled and continued her lewd intercourse. Yes, intercourse. My wife's plump, honeyed vagina was already a mess, muddy and chaotic, swallowing and swallowing that huge penis like a baby's mouth! A wave of pain washed over me. "No!" I screamed, waking up, my face covered in tears. Staring at the ceiling, I wondered if my wife and W were asleep? The thought immediately made it impossible for me to fall asleep again. I tiptoed up to the second floor and pressed my ear against the guest room door, listening intently. "Sister-in-law, do you need to go wash up?" came W's voice. It seemed they had made love while I was asleep. "..." My wife stammered, but I couldn't hear her clearly. "Sister-in-law..." "Don't call me sister-in-law, it makes me sound old," my wife said shyly. "Oh, Ying, can I call you Ying? Like my older brother. Ying, you're so beautiful." "Not as beautiful as your wife!" my wife replied. W's wife was indeed very beautiful, not only beautiful but also sexy. I had only seen photos of her; she was always about 168cm tall, with breasts that W said were E-cup, and always had a smile on her face—very lively and cheerful. She was currently traveling back to China with the children. "You're both beautiful, but in different ways." "Oh?" "Xiaoru is sexy. Ying, you're adorably beautiful. You have an intellectual air about you that I've never seen in any other woman. I'm so glad I met Brother Li." "What is sexy beauty?" I remarked, my wife still minded being praised in front of her, even if that woman was W's legal wife. "Sexy means wanting to caress you, fuck." W's voice began to carry a seductive tone, "And Ying, your beauty not only makes me want to hold you in my arms and fuck you, but also want to hold you in my arms and kiss you." At this moment, I suddenly remembered my wife's "Ah." Later, according to my wife, at this moment, W made my wife sit on his lap, facing him. The two of them were naked, their arms entwined around each other. My wife was shy and embarrassed to face W directly, so she could only lean on his shoulder, her body left to W's will. "Hmm... ah," my wife's voice was sometimes low and sometimes high. According to my wife, W's hands were incredibly alluring. Whether he was vigorously kneading her breasts or slowly stroking her back, it made her tremble all over. The fluid in her vagina seemed to be shaken out, flowing down W's thighs and making a squelching sound with the movement of her buttocks. At this moment, W's massive penis, like a snake awakened from hibernation, came alive again under the teasing of my wife's buttocks, its purplish-black glans beneath her. "Between me and Brother Li, who fucks you better?" "Of course, my husband is better!" My wife retorted, and I, listening from outside the door, felt a sense of comfort. "Ah~" My wife cried out in surprise. W had touched her vagina, his index finger leisurely circling her clitoris. "Say it again, who's better?" "Oh~" My wife sighed, "Equally good!" ... My wife succumbed once more. I hesitated to leave, but couldn't bring myself to take a step. "You and my husband both have that fetish, does your Xiaoru do the same thing as me?" "No, even more extreme than you!" "Oh?!" The wife was smart and didn't press further; she knew W would tell her. (
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