From Virtuous Wife to Slut (Part 4) – Simulated Education

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Lately, our favorite thing to do is watch porn while making love. Our desk at home is shaped like a "7," and I had my nie sit at the short horizontal end of the "7," both of us naked, watching porn together on the computer while discussing sexual techniques. This didn't interfere with our own synchronized movements. I especially loved watching those thick penises thrusting in and out of her vagina in the movies; the clear details really aroused our desire. I always asked my nie: "Do you like such thick penises?" At first, she'd answer: "This is too thick! But it's really straight, and looks very rough and menacing." I said: "I really want you to try the feeling of such a thick one; I think you'd feel amazing. It's a pity mine is domestic; look at the size on top, tsk tsk, it's almost as big as your forearm. With you being so good at making people feel good down there, it's a real shame you don't eat a few more of these excellent penises. Excellent women should try a few excellent men; hey, you really should try such a powerful model sometime, I wonder if you can even fit in?" Snail, following my train of thought, replied: "If you can find one like this, I'd dare try it. Women's vaginas are so elastic, it should be okay. But if you really eat one like this, it'll definitely stretch and widen, maybe it'll become loose." I firmly denied it: "No, it might be loose for a while, but given time it should shrink back. But if you really eat one like this, it'll definitely feel incredibly comfortable. Will you still tolerate my small, domestically made product?" She nodded very firmly: "Made in China should be strong! Hahaha, yeah, we're always so happy together!"
Haha, but she knew perfectly well I couldn't possibly find that size. That's why she dared to bully me!
Gradually, our interests began to focus on certain characteristics. First, we liked black-and-white pairings, the kind where a black man and a white woman were together. The powerful collision of those contrasting black and white bodies felt so impactful. Watching a thick, dark penis move inside a pink, tender vagina, thrusting all the way in, even pulling the labia inside; then pulling out, even the pink flesh inside the vagina turning outwards, yet still holding onto the penis like lips, refusing to let go—it was truly a unique visual experience. Later, we gradually developed a liking for group sex involving two men and two women, or two men and one woman, or three men and one woman. Well, mainly because I liked it, and my friend followed suit. I always get into group sex movies very quickly, so my friend also liked it. I always felt that two women and one man, or three women and one man, weren't really that great; one woman and multiple men were much better!
When watching group sex scenes, we would use our imaginations to join in, especially enjoying the shifts. The penis would be pulled out of one vagina and immediately thrust into another, the labia still open from the withdrawal, being pushed in again. One penis, still wet with the other's fluids, would be inserted into another, mixing with the other's. Especially captivating was seeing one man ejaculate inside, the vaginal lips still opening and closing like panting, releasing bubbly, milky fluid, while another eagerly thrust in. With each rapid thrust and pull, the previous man's semen would be squeezed out, smearing the woman's vulva, the next man's abdomen and large penis, dripping down her thighs, onto the bed, the floor, splattering everywhere. In my imagination, the study outside the scene was filled with the smell of semen and vaginal fluids—ah, it was just so incredibly lewd. As viewers, we always feel a little cat scratching and rubbing inside us, and unconsciously we speed up our movements.
Occasionally, during this transition, I'd pull out and ask Snail with a mischievous grin, "I need to go insert someone else now, how about you switch to another one?" Snail would then say dreamily, "Hurry up, hurry up, anyone's will do, as long as it fills me up..." I'd always excitedly insert it again, imagining it was a different person, and proudly ask Snail, "How's this one compared to the last one?" Snail would only say, "Great, great, great!" Hahahahahaha
We sometimes project our fantasies onto reality, listing some of my friends: this is Wei, that's Qiang, this is Ning, and then inviting them all over our house. Wo is the only queen. We blindfold her and play a game of "identifying the penis." She lies face down on the edge of the bed, and I and the other men take turns penetrating her from behind. We can't touch her with our hands; we all have to stand with our hands behind our backs. The only contact is with our penises. We see if she can recognize which one is her husband's. If she gets it wrong, she's punished by having the wrong man keep penetrating her until he ejaculates inside her, then we switch to another penis. If she still gets it wrong, we keep ejaculating until her vagina overflows. During this imaginary game, I ask her if she enjoys it, and she always excitedly says it must be very comfortable. I jokingly ask her, "Would you deliberately misidentify so they'd all ejaculate inside you?" She laughs, "Of course! Otherwise, how could I take in so many penises and their juices?" But we're all friends; if I did that, it would be awkward when we meet in person. I say, "It's okay, we'll still be friends." We know that if we actually did that, things wouldn't turn out the way they usually are. But we can do it in our imagination. That's the wonder of human imagination; it can accomplish things that are impossible in reality.
During this time, we became obsessed with fantasy games, making love in various imagined sexual scenarios and experiencing extraordinary sensations. Gradually, we started discussing the possibility of these fantasies coming true. Both of them felt it was difficult. She was still hesitant and timid, her voice trembling with fear. She was determined to win him over. She was filled with a mixture of emotions, a sense of unease and resentment. She was determined to make him feel better ...
Back then, I honestly had no idea that swapping partners existed in real life. Although I might be a bit more Westernized in this regard, I didn't find the idea of other men having sex with my wife unacceptable; in fact, I thought it was a testament to my wife's charm, showing we had good taste. Other men were attracted to my wife—it was a source of pride. Besides, sex was just an exchange of bodily fluids; it didn't cost anything, but it brought both partners mental and physical pleasure and orgasm. As long as it didn't affect our relationship, why not? But in reality, where could we find couples or single men and women we could trust? The dilemma began…
I asked Wo, "Have you met any men you like lately?" Wo thought seriously for a moment, then shook her head: "I've been playing cards with some friends lately, and there are actually two guys I hang out with often. Heh, one of them seems to have a crush on me, always jokingly calling me 'wife.'" She laughed and said, "But he's too short and much younger than me, so I don't really feel anything." I laughed and said to her, "You have admirers and you didn't tell me? Trying to smuggle yourself in?" She glanced at me sideways: "With my looks, isn't it normal to have a few admirers?" I laughed smugly: "Of course, look who's my wife. But you really should see if there are any decent men you could try to seduce." Wo blushed: "You're not serious, are you? You really want me to play around with other guys?" I pretended to be bold: "Even pearls aren't this serious. As long as you like him, it's fine, but be careful, and you can't fall in love with him, you can only love me." Wo laughed: "There really aren't many people. In such a small place like ours, where are there any good men?"
Ugh, I have a headache. There aren't many good and safe men out there.
Snail looked at me earnestly and asked softly, "Aren't men supposed to only cheat on their wives, having as many women as they want, but not wanting their wives to cheat on them? Some men will immediately divorce their wives if they hear they've cheated." I thought about it seriously: "Maybe most men are like that. I don't know what their thoughts are, but mine are a little different. From my own perspective, husband and wife are equal. I think if I can cheat, then my wife should certainly have the same right. It can't be a case of 'the magistrate is allowed to set fires, but the common people are forbidden even to light lamps,' right? But I don't want any emotional entanglement. I just want to enjoy different kinds of sex, to add some passion to our lives. Emotional entanglements are too painful, and I truly only love you. That's why I want to make this relationship public between us, so neither of us hides our extramarital sexual relationships, just enjoying the process and pleasure of sex with people outside of our marriage, eliminating emotional entanglements. To provide more experiences and nourishment for our marriage, to feel more, to experience more, so that this life won't be in vain."
Snail turned to look out the window, muttering to herself: "Can sex and feelings be separated?" I replied: "They should be, it just depends on whether you meet someone you like. It's not easy to get involved with completely unfamiliar people, at least it's not easy for me. But as long as you meet someone you find pleasing to the eye, and your mind isn't bound or influenced by morality, and your heart is open, then it should be possible, right?" Snail shook her head: "I don't know if I can do it." I gently reached out and hugged Snail. I don't know now either, but I've asked myself, and I think I should be able to. Snail: "Do you still love me?" I nodded firmly, without a doubt. She looked at me, smiled, and sighed: "I really don't know what you men are thinking, actually imagining your wives going to other men." I laughed: "Actually, I was thinking of having you and another couple together, the four of us becoming good friends, making dumplings together on weekends, playing cards, making love in bed or on the sofa when we feel like it, whoever's next to us, we'll do it, and when we're tired, we'll all cuddle and watch TV and chat. Wouldn't that be great?" Snail was still conflicted: "This kind of thing...it's morally wrong. What if others find out?" I gently stroked Snail's eyebrows with my finger, pulled her head into my arms, kissed her forehead, and sighed softly: "You can't live without caring about what society thinks and remain independent. After all, the feeling of being the only one who's sober in a world of drunks is only the idea of a madman. But you also can't give up your personal spiritual needs, including your physical needs, just to cater to society's opinions. Because it's pathetic to live only for others. What's the point of living if you only consider what others think? So you can't care too much about what others think, but you can't ignore society's opinions either. It's a matter of adaptation and maintaining privacy. I personally think that acting according to the times and circumstances is the right way to resolve this contradiction." Snail laughed at me: "You're being too poetic! You sound like you have a lot of theories." I chuckled and continued: "Everyone needs to poop, right?" (Snail laughed and hit me) Relieving yourself in the bathroom is perfectly fine, but doing it in the street is problematic. Similarly, discussing sex with close friends is lighthearted, but talking about it openly in the street is considered shameless. However, discussing it seriously in academia becomes an academic issue. You see, the same topic has different outcomes depending on when and where it's discussed—that's the importance of timing and context. Theoretically, swapping or threesomes are just sexual practices or ways of socializing; there's no inherent right or wrong. As long as you keep it confidential, there's nothing wrong with it. Worried about affecting your relationship? If you insist on saying it will affect your relationship, then all social interactions—even a single conversation, a handshake, or a glance—could lead to falling in love and affecting your marriage. Does that mean you should never leave the house again? Snail laughs: That's love at first sight. I smile: Marital relationships are dynamic; they're not fixed, like a stone or a table that stays there forever. Love is like flowing water, delicate as a flower; it requires communication, maintenance, and strengthening from both partners. Like water, it can flow and flow, increase and decrease. Like a flower, it needs sunlight, rest at night, watering, and fertilization. Every couple is like a different flower, requiring different kinds of "fertilizer." If we, as an old married couple, still have the same love, but might need some stimulation or methods to maintain it better, I think we can give it a try. Of course, this is just my opinion. Marriage is about equality, so my idea needs your agreement and consent. Only when we both agree to try it together can it be considered equality, respect, and true marriage. As for others' disapproval or societal condemnation, I believe that matters between husband and wife are private, like defecating in a toilet—it doesn't require anyone else's consent. Of course, there will be various people criticizing this view, but I think they are just being hypocritical. Many people love to pretend to be virtuous; they have sex at night too, but then turn around and say sex is vulgar. When they see upper-class people being promiscuous, they say that upper-class society isn't high-class. To call someone vulgar "vulgar" just because they see them vulgar is ridiculous. They're neither here nor there, neither human nor ghost, yet they dare to criticize others. So, those who randomly accuse others are a bunch of hypocrites and fake saints—people who can't be either high or low. You can just give them a straight middle finger and say, "None of your business."
Snail kicked me off the bed; my butt really hurts.Lately, our favorite thing to do is watch porn while making love. Our desk at home is shaped like a "7," and I had my nie sit at the short horizontal end of the "7," both of us naked, watching porn together on the computer while discussing sexual techniques. This didn't interfere with our own synchronized movements. I especially loved watching those thick penises thrusting in and out of her vagina in the movies; the clear details really aroused our desire. I always asked my nie: "Do you like such thick penises?" At first, she'd answer: "This is too thick! But it's really straight, and looks very rough and menacing." I said: "I really want you to try the feeling of such a thick one; I think you'd feel amazing. It's a pity mine is domestic; look at the size on top, tsk tsk, it's almost as big as your forearm. With you being so good at making people feel good down there, it's a real shame you don't eat a few more of these excellent penises. Excellent women should try a few excellent men; hey, you really should try such a powerful model sometime, I wonder if you can even fit in?" Snail, following my train of thought, replied: "If you can find one like this, I'd dare try it. Women's vaginas are so elastic, it should be okay. But if you really eat one like this, it'll definitely stretch and widen, maybe it'll become loose." I firmly denied it: "No, it might be loose for a while, but given time it should shrink back. But if you really eat one like this, it'll definitely feel incredibly comfortable. Will you still tolerate my small, domestically made product?" She nodded very firmly: "Made in China should be strong! Hahaha, yeah, we're always so happy together!"
Haha, but she knew perfectly well I couldn't possibly find that size. That's why she dared to bully me!
Gradually, our interests began to focus on certain characteristics. First, we liked black-and-white pairings, the kind where a black man and a white woman were together. The powerful collision of those contrasting black and white bodies felt so impactful. Watching a thick, dark penis move inside a pink, tender vagina, thrusting all the way in, even pulling the labia inside; then pulling out, even the pink flesh inside the vagina turning outwards, yet still holding onto the penis like lips, refusing to let go—it was truly a unique visual experience. Later, we gradually developed a liking for group sex involving two men and two women, or two men and one woman, or three men and one woman. Well, mainly because I liked it, and my friend followed suit. I always get into group sex movies very quickly, so my friend also liked it. I always felt that two women and one man, or three women and one man, weren't really that great; one woman and multiple men were much better!
When watching group sex scenes, we would use our imaginations to join in, especially enjoying the shifts. The penis would be pulled out of one vagina and immediately thrust into another, the labia still open from the withdrawal, being pushed in again. One penis, still wet with the other's fluids, would be inserted into another, mixing with the other's. Especially captivating was seeing one man ejaculate inside, the vaginal lips still opening and closing like panting, releasing bubbly, milky fluid, while another eagerly thrust in. With each rapid thrust and pull, the previous man's semen would be squeezed out, smearing the woman's vulva, the next man's abdomen and large penis, dripping down her thighs, onto the bed, the floor, splattering everywhere. In my imagination, the study outside the scene was filled with the smell of semen and vaginal fluids—ah, it was just so incredibly lewd. As viewers, we always feel a little cat scratching and rubbing inside us, and unconsciously we speed up our movements.
Occasionally, during this transition, I'd pull out and ask Snail with a mischievous grin, "I need to go insert someone else now, how about you switch to another one?" Snail would then say dreamily, "Hurry up, hurry up, anyone's will do, as long as it fills me up..." I'd always excitedly insert it again, imagining it was a different person, and proudly ask Snail, "How's this one compared to the last one?" Snail would only say, "Great, great, great!" Hahahahahaha
We sometimes project our fantasies onto reality, listing some of my friends: this is Wei, that's Qiang, this is Ning, and then inviting them all over our house. Wo is the only queen. We blindfold her and play a game of "identifying the penis." She lies face down on the edge of the bed, and I and the other men take turns penetrating her from behind. We can't touch her with our hands; we all have to stand with our hands behind our backs. The only contact is with our penises. We see if she can recognize which one is her husband's. If she gets it wrong, she's punished by having the wrong man keep penetrating her until he ejaculates inside her, then we switch to another penis. If she still gets it wrong, we keep ejaculating until her vagina overflows. During this imaginary game, I ask her if she enjoys it, and she always excitedly says it must be very comfortable. I jokingly ask her, "Would you deliberately misidentify so they'd all ejaculate inside you?" She laughs, "Of course! Otherwise, how could I take in so many penises and their juices?" But we're all friends; if I did that, it would be awkward when we meet in person. I say, "It's okay, we'll still be friends." We know that if we actually did that, things wouldn't turn out the way they usually are. But we can do it in our imagination. That's the wonder of human imagination; it can accomplish things that are impossible in reality.
During this time, we became obsessed with fantasy games, making love in various imagined sexual scenarios and experiencing extraordinary sensations. Gradually, we started discussing the possibility of these fantasies coming true. Both of them felt it was difficult. She was still hesitant and timid, her voice trembling with fear. She was determined to win him over. She was filled with a mixture of emotions, a sense of unease and resentment. She was determined to make him feel better ...
Back then, I honestly had no idea that swapping partners existed in real life. Although I might be a bit more Westernized in this regard, I didn't find the idea of other men having sex with my wife unacceptable; in fact, I thought it was a testament to my wife's charm, showing we had good taste. Other men were attracted to my wife—it was a source of pride. Besides, sex was just an exchange of bodily fluids; it didn't cost anything, but it brought both partners mental and physical pleasure and orgasm. As long as it didn't affect our relationship, why not? But in reality, where could we find couples or single men and women we could trust? The dilemma began…
I asked Wo, "Have you met any men you like lately?" Wo thought seriously for a moment, then shook her head: "I've been playing cards with some friends lately, and there are actually two guys I hang out with often. Heh, one of them seems to have a crush on me, always jokingly calling me 'wife.'" She laughed and said, "But he's too short and much younger than me, so I don't really feel anything." I laughed and said to her, "You have admirers and you didn't tell me? Trying to smuggle yourself in?" She glanced at me sideways: "With my looks, isn't it normal to have a few admirers?" I laughed smugly: "Of course, look who's my wife. But you really should see if there are any decent men you could try to seduce." Wo blushed: "You're not serious, are you? You really want me to play around with other guys?" I pretended to be bold: "Even pearls aren't this serious. As long as you like him, it's fine, but be careful, and you can't fall in love with him, you can only love me." Wo laughed: "There really aren't many people. In such a small place like ours, where are there any good men?"
Ugh, I have a headache. There aren't many good and safe men out there.
Snail looked at me earnestly and asked softly, "Aren't men supposed to only cheat on their wives, having as many women as they want, but not wanting their wives to cheat on them? Some men will immediately divorce their wives if they hear they've cheated." I thought about it seriously: "Maybe most men are like that. I don't know what their thoughts are, but mine are a little different. From my own perspective, husband and wife are equal. I think if I can cheat, then my wife should certainly have the same right. It can't be a case of 'the magistrate is allowed to set fires, but the common people are forbidden even to light lamps,' right? But I don't want any emotional entanglement. I just want to enjoy different kinds of sex, to add some passion to our lives. Emotional entanglements are too painful, and I truly only love you. That's why I want to make this relationship public between us, so neither of us hides our extramarital sexual relationships, just enjoying the process and pleasure of sex with people outside of our marriage, eliminating emotional entanglements. To provide more experiences and nourishment for our marriage, to feel more, to experience more, so that this life won't be in vain."
Snail turned to look out the window, muttering to herself: "Can sex and feelings be separated?" I replied: "They should be, it just depends on whether you meet someone you like. It's not easy to get involved with completely unfamiliar people, at least it's not easy for me. But as long as you meet someone you find pleasing to the eye, and your mind isn't bound or influenced by morality, and your heart is open, then it should be possible, right?" Snail shook her head: "I don't know if I can do it." I gently reached out and hugged Snail. I don't know now either, but I've asked myself, and I think I should be able to. Snail: "Do you still love me?" I nodded firmly, without a doubt. She looked at me, smiled, and sighed: "I really don't know what you men are thinking, actually imagining your wives going to other men." I laughed: "Actually, I was thinking of having you and another couple together, the four of us becoming good friends, making dumplings together on weekends, playing cards, making love in bed or on the sofa when we feel like it, whoever's next to us, we'll do it, and when we're tired, we'll all cuddle and watch TV and chat. Wouldn't that be great?" Snail was still conflicted: "This kind of thing...it's morally wrong. What if others find out?" I gently stroked Snail's eyebrows with my finger, pulled her head into my arms, kissed her forehead, and sighed softly: "You can't live without caring about what society thinks and remain independent. After all, the feeling of being the only one who's sober in a world of drunks is only the idea of a madman. But you also can't give up your personal spiritual needs, including your physical needs, just to cater to society's opinions. Because it's pathetic to live only for others. What's the point of living if you only consider what others think? So you can't care too much about what others think, but you can't ignore society's opinions either. It's a matter of adaptation and maintaining privacy. I personally think that acting according to the times and circumstances is the right way to resolve this contradiction." Snail laughed at me: "You're being too poetic! You sound like you have a lot of theories." I chuckled and continued: "Everyone needs to poop, right?" (Snail laughed and hit me) Relieving yourself in the bathroom is perfectly fine, but doing it in the street is problematic. Similarly, discussing sex with close friends is lighthearted, but talking about it openly in the street is considered shameless. However, discussing it seriously in academia becomes an academic issue. You see, the same topic has different outcomes depending on when and where it's discussed—that's the importance of timing and context. Theoretically, swapping or threesomes are just sexual practices or ways of socializing; there's no inherent right or wrong. As long as you keep it confidential, there's nothing wrong with it. Worried about affecting your relationship? If you insist on saying it will affect your relationship, then all social interactions—even a single conversation, a handshake, or a glance—could lead to falling in love and affecting your marriage. Does that mean you should never leave the house again? Snail laughs: That's love at first sight. I smile: Marital relationships are dynamic; they're not fixed, like a stone or a table that stays there forever. Love is like flowing water, delicate as a flower; it requires communication, maintenance, and strengthening from both partners. Like water, it can flow and flow, increase and decrease. Like a flower, it needs sunlight, rest at night, watering, and fertilization. Every couple is like a different flower, requiring different kinds of "fertilizer." If we, as an old married couple, still have the same love, but might need some stimulation or methods to maintain it better, I think we can give it a try. Of course, this is just my opinion. Marriage is about equality, so my idea needs your agreement and consent. Only when we both agree to try it together can it be considered equality, respect, and true marriage. As for others' disapproval or societal condemnation, I believe that matters between husband and wife are private, like defecating in a toilet—it doesn't require anyone else's consent. Of course, there will be various people criticizing this view, but I think they are just being hypocritical. Many people love to pretend to be virtuous; they have sex at night too, but then turn around and say sex is vulgar. When they see upper-class people being promiscuous, they say that upper-class society isn't high-class. To call someone vulgar "vulgar" just because they see them vulgar is ridiculous. They're neither here nor there, neither human nor ghost, yet they dare to criticize others. So, those who randomly accuse others are a bunch of hypocrites and fake saints—people who can't be either high or low. You can just give them a straight middle finger and say, "None of your business."
Snail kicked me off the bed; my butt really hurts.

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