To love her is to learn to let her go (4)

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I could tell she was quite uncomfortable being exposed in front of Wang. She went to turn off the main light and dimmed the floor lamp. She went to the wine cabinet, took out some wine, and slowly came back. Under the dim light, she looked even more sexy and mysterious. Hehe, I raised my glass to lighten the mood. We drank together. I said, "Brother Wang, why don't you go wash up?" Wang went quickly, and my wife and I were alone again. I went over and smelled her perfume. I asked, "Hehe, how are you feeling?" She whispered, "It feels like I'm dreaming. I have all sorts of feelings." Perhaps the alcohol was working; she felt much more relaxed than before. I said, "Okay," went over, kissed her forehead, and said, "Enjoy your happiness. Today, you are Her Majesty the Queen." Wang came out wearing a bath towel. He came over and said, "You guys drink slowly, I'm going to wash up." I went into the bathroom, and actually, my feelings had changed. I felt strange, like I'd lost something. I slowly spent time inside, partly to get myself back into the mood, and partly to let them get to know each other and their bodies. I started to hear kissing sounds amidst the sound of the shower. I wanted to peek, but I was afraid they'd see and it would ruin the atmosphere. About five minutes later, I started to hear my wife moaning softly and making soft slurping sounds. He was licking her genitals. The shower had been turned off long ago, so everything was so quiet. At that moment, I felt a pang of heartache, but one can't be too selfish. I'd done things that hurt her before, so I couldn't let it go on like this. I told Wang about my wife's health and what she didn't like. She liked being licked on the genitals but wouldn't servic him. She preferred gentle touches first, then more intense ones. She had stretch marks on her stomach, so she couldn't be completely naked. I believed Wang would serve her well. After a while, my wife's voice grew louder, and I went out. My wife was sitting on the sofa with her legs spread apart, lying on the sofa. Her gauze shawl was on the floor, and her panties were hanging on one thigh with the lace camisole pulled up to her stomach. Her breasts were already stimulated to the size of cherries. She was turning her head to the side and moaning, her hands also on her thighs.

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