Let his wife fly solo

page views:1 Publication date:2012-11-15

We finally met a single man we'd been chatting with for a long time for the second time. The first meeting was brief, just a few words, but my wife had a good impression of him, so we decided to arrange a threesome. So this time, we drove down the mountain to have sex with him.
At the Long March Memorial Park, he got into our car and started looking for a place for the three of us, but unfortunately, we drove through most of the county without finding a quiet, secluded spot to stop. It was already late, and we were too embarrassed to suggest a hotel room first, so we wandered around until we finally arrived at the foot of the county pagoda. We decided to climb the steep steps to the top of the pagoda, probably because we all shared the same goal: to find a place to be intimate on the mountain.
Unfortunately, as we climbed, panting, we saw couples everywhere, embracing and making out. They were oblivious to everyone else, but we dared not, since we were a threesome. At the foot of the pagoda, we absentmindedly looked at the night view and decided to climb another small hill, because there was another building at the top. I wondered if anyone was visiting up there. Holding my wife's hand, the three of us chatted idly as we returned to the building. We walked around but didn't see any tourists. I thought to myself, "This place is quite nice; the terrain is flat and the air is fresh." Haha, it's a temple. My wife, too scared to stay there, grabbed my hand and turned away.
It seemed there was no point in continuing. Disheartened, I retreated from the temple walls and prepared to descend the mountain. The single man was a college student on summer vacation, saying his parents would scold him if he went home too late. On the way down, he said there was a small path leading somewhere, and asked if we should go down and check it out. I looked down and couldn't see anything at the end of the path. We followed the uneven, bumpy path down. I knew no one used this path at night. We could be intimate here without anyone noticing, haha, I decided. I guessed they were planning to just have some fun here too.
Someone always has to take the lead. I knew my wife longed for a single man to have sex with her. Previously, the single men I dated were all adults. Every time we had a threesome, my wife was incredibly excited and happy. Her vagina would gush with fluids. Under those men's onslaught, she would suck my penis with extra fervor, trying her best to swallow it deep into her throat each time. This time, it was a college student who wasn't married yet. My wife hadn't had sex with a single young man in her twenties, so she desperately craved a young, vibrant man to wield his powerful penis and unleash a storm of desire on her body, which was as strong as a wolf in her thirties or a tiger in her forties. Now, a bespectacled, refined, and energetic single man was beside her; my wife was definitely itching for more, unable to bear the torment of desire.
This was a relatively flat area with lush weeds. I held my wife's hand tightly, silently indicating that this was the place. I stopped and said, "Wait here for a moment, I'll go see where the road leads." I quickly walked forward until I couldn't see them anymore and stopped. I wanted to give them a chance. Before, I had asked someone to hold my wife's hand while walking, but she refused. I knew my wife was worried about others seeing them and getting in my way, fearing it would make me uncomfortable.
I stood alone for a while; I couldn't give them too much time now. Since anything was still uncertain, I went back to where they were. They weren't embracing, so I couldn't be sure if they had been intimate. If they were, we could continue; if not, we'd go home. I whispered to my wife if he had hugged her, and she nodded shyly. Hehe, okay. I reached out and hugged my wife from behind, fondling her breasts. She turned around and kissed me breathlessly. I pulled her clothes up above her chest; her bra was restraining her breasts, and I frantically unhooked it. My wife's nipples, exuding a wanton aura, were exposed to the ambiguous evening breeze. They were already erect and stiff. I gently pinched one nipple, signaling to the person beside us who was too afraid to approach, just watching us. Come on. [To be continued]
Believe it or not. If the response is good, and there's attention and rave reviews... I will definitely add the follow-up.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/60716.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=60716&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : My Mature Woman Romance (Part 5) To be continued

Next Page : The first threesome was successful.