Liberating My Beloved Wife - Part 1 - Sections

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With my beloved wife's threesome beginnings, sexual bliss naturally followed. Psychological liberation is more practical than physical liberation. Psychological liberation naturally leads to acceptance or anticipation of the next time, though this is also greatly influenced by the success of the first time. Physical liberation, however, doesn't guarantee a repeat. Whose youth isn't indulgent? But how many times can one indulge in sexual bliss? It's not that we don't want to, but various factors will restrain our desire for indulgence. Of course, before our behavior is socially acceptable, we will face many such constraints. (Here I want to clarify—I am promiscuous, but not vulgar—) As someone who always likes to ask myself "why," I'm always accustomed to putting myself in others' shoes. With this kind of empathy, I begin to understand the other person—thus gaining their approval—until I can satisfy either the other person or myself. It all boils down to one word: "exchange." Of course, this article doesn't stray from the topic of sexual exchange. I was saying that when my wife and I have a threesome with a single man, I really value the man's feelings. If he can experience extraordinary pleasure, he'll put in even more effort to achieve his own. It's actually human nature – never satisfied. That's a bit of a long introduction, here's the main part: ) On the way home from L city, my wife and I felt no different from any other day. We chatted and laughed naturally, without any of the "first threesome aftereffects" that some experienced people talk about. I didn't deliberately ask my wife how she felt; as a husband, there's really no need to ask your wife at this point, it's unnecessary. In the afternoon, we returned to work, and life continued as usual. However, I could sense that my wife was just as passionate as I was because it had actually happened. It wasn't just a sexual fantasy; we were sexually satisfied. Although we didn't talk about it afterwards, we both seemed to know that our future sexual happiness might have begun from there. Back home, I was still the same as before, chatting with FQ and DN members on QQ and talking to members of 69 Paradise during my free time at work. However, things are different now than before. It's no longer about simply pursuing the novelty of a threesome, but rather seeking the thrill of a threesome (I can't help it, I have a natural cuckold fetish). Sexual bliss returned when I met a guy from City A during a chat. They were a couple, and this guy had had countless threesome experiences with single men alongside his wife, but like me, he had never done a single man or a swapping session. I approached him with the intention of exchanging ideas. We exchanged some photos of our wives and ourselves. When I saw one of the photos, I felt that our next single man should be him, or at least he should be good, because his penis was impressive. So I actively encouraged him to interact more with my wife and showed her those photos, but she neither nodded nor shook her head. This didn't need further confirmation. They chatted very openly, and I even saw some of their chat logs, which could be described as ambiguous. I was surprised that I didn't feel a single bit jealous. Perhaps it was because these were all completely open to me, and they happened with my permission and encouragement. Mr. B (hereafter referred to as Mr. B) also saw the photos of my beloved wife and found them just what he wanted. I decided to go it alone for the first time. It was my turn to make my appearance again. We set a time and place. Due to work, I had to postpone this trip three times. That's life. No matter how much you want or like something, you have to prioritize reality. Even the best thing is like cumin; it adds flavor, but you can't eat it all. Since Mr. B owns a restaurant, my wife and I had to go there at noon. Actually, we prefer to have fun at night. But to accommodate Mr. B, we decided to have some fun during the day. My agreement with Mr. B was once during the day, after which he would return to his restaurant while my wife went shopping. Then we would have sex again at 9 pm. My wife did a very formal makeup for Mr. B (we've been married for 7 years and he's basically never worn makeup, proving that she was attentive and proactive this time). Being experienced, we chose a hotel as our meeting place. Mr. B's physique could be described as thin—too thin. There was no comparison to my physique (actually, I'm overweight). After a few pleasantries, Mr. B opened the door and let us into the room. We looked around the room. It wasn't big, but it had plenty of beds, a TV, and a computer. The white color scheme made it look exceptionally clean, which was satisfactory. The three of us chatted casually. There was a slight awkwardness, but the atmosphere was harmonious, much better than the first time. It was clear that B was a seasoned veteran. To ease the awkwardness, B started talking about his wife, though I could sense an embellishment—you know what I mean. But there was something I didn't feel comfortable with. He said he'd originally wanted his wife to come along, but firstly, he didn't know if I and his wife would accept it, and secondly, he's over 30 and not his wife's type; she prefers young women and wouldn't consider anyone over 20. Anyway, I wasn't expecting his wife to have a good time anyway; today, the main character was my beloved wife. About 30 minutes later, my wife suggested taking a shower. I glanced at B; the exchange in our eyes told me he was ready too. My wife went into the bathroom, and after about two minutes, B, who couldn't contain himself any longer, asked if he could shower with my wife. I nodded. B's face lit up with delight. The sound of water in the bathroom was loud, but I seemed to hear something, maybe it was just my imagination. Time seemed to pass incredibly slowly, or perhaps it was truly a long time. I restrained myself from looking at the clock. I continued to fantasize amidst the rising steam; daydreaming is the highest form of fantasy. My wife came out first. Looking at her flushed face and uneven breathing, it wasn't hard to imagine what had happened in the bathroom. At this point, my slow-acting body (the kind that comes and goes slowly) was out of control. B also came out, interacting with me again, giving me a lewd thumbs-up. I told my wife, "You two continue, I'll go wash up too." I didn't hear the creaking of the bed in the bathroom; Cheng Guo was truly a seasoned pro, not some impatient kid. Take it slow, women really enjoy that. I quickly rinsed off. I swiftly and steadily reached the bedside. So engrossed, so engrossed, that neither of them noticed me. B and my wife were in a side 69 position in front of me, with my wife's back to the door, B's head buried between her legs. All I could hear was the crisp sound of B's saliva and my wife's slapping sucking. The visual impact of this scene was unprecedented. I approached them, and my wife and B stopped, looking at me. I immediately said, "Don't stop. Please continue. I'll join in too." The atmosphere in the room was extremely lewd. B continued his oral assault on her clitoris, while I tenderly sucked on my wife's earlobe. Of course, B and I each used one hand to gently squeeze my wife's breasts, and my wife's breathing became louder and louder. Her mouth had left his magnificent penis, and she turned to look at me with her already dazed eyes, without saying a word. I whispered in my wife's ear, "Honey, did you enjoy it this time?" My wife nodded gratefully. I pointed to B's penis, and my wife understood, because I had said before we came, "If you want more from others, you have to give more." (As Lao Tzu said: "He who asks others to give must first give to others.") This time, my wife's attack was even more powerful. The first thing she did was lick from the glans to the perineum with her tongue, and B's body visibly stiffened. He took a deep breath and let out a rough groan. This was repeated four or five times. His wife then grasped his entire scrotum, pressing down on the base of his penis with her thumb and forefinger. She circled his glans three times to the left and three times to the right with her tongue, then enveloped the entire glans with her lips, placing them precisely at the coronal sulcus. She then lifted her lips and sucked tightly on the very tip of the glans. Then she returned her lips to envelop the entire glans. After three or four repetitions, B was already trembling slightly. His wife sensed this, and finally swallowed deeply with her mouth, slowly but forcefully, as if trying to preserve his magnificent penis. However, its magnificence was undeniable; it was still about 3 centimeters long. She couldn't go any further; her throat reacted. "I think that's enough," I told B. "Your sister-in-law has done this to you; it's time for you to do something." B understood. He raised his weapon and began the battle. Of course, I wasn't selfless either. Seeing their passion, I also put my penis in my wife's mouth. I told her I didn't ask for much, just like before, give me another go. But at this point, my wife couldn't control herself anymore, because the stimulation from B's repeated thrusts had made her unable to control her mouth. She could only grip my penis tightly with her hands, her mouth sucking on my glans. I looked down at her breasts swaying with B's thrusts, and then at my wife's even redder cheeks. What does a man who has been with his wife want?My wife's mouth could no longer hold my darling. Mr. B's assault was almost frenzied. Several heavy groans grew slower and slower as she collapsed onto the bed. My wife's body was also convulsing involuntarily. At this moment, I kissed my wife's lips, and unexpectedly, she immediately wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, probing her entire tongue into my mouth, stirring it wildly. I realized that my wife was just a little bit away from climaxing. So I knew what I had to do. I quickly inserted my penis into my wife's vagina, which was still leaking another man's semen. I immediately unleashed a storm of hard thrusts. After a few thrusts, my wife's body arched, and my penis felt a rhythmic pressure inside her vagina. My wife had an orgasm, and it was a squirting. A lot of vaginal fluid flowed from her vagina, thankfully there were four layers of towels underneath. I slowed down. My hands gently caressed my wife's soft, white breasts. I asked my wife if she wanted to have another orgasm. My wife's reply was witty: "Can I have some water?"... (End of Part 1) Typing on a webpage, there may be typos, please be kind. Couples or single men from Liaoning are welcome to make sincere friendships in real life. Other regions are also welcome if you can come to Liaoning. According to forum rules, please do not leave your QQ number. You can reply to this post, and I will add you. If this post gets over 3000 views and 30 replies, I will continue with Part 2. This work is based on real experience. Those who repost it, please leave your ID: 69 Paradise ID: 675943

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