Repost: My *** Experience

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My experience with ***
My wife and I have been married for three years. Actually, since our parents live in other cities, we started living together soon after we met. From my single dormitory to hers, we lived a nomadic life, often leaving each other's warm bodies in the middle of the night because our roommates weren't very cooperative. Perhaps it was because we didn't have enough time and opportunity to enjoy sex that we cherished our time together even more—seizing every opportunity to make love.
After more than two years of this, our financial situation began to improve, so we decided to get married. The first thing we needed to do was rent a place. Our requirements weren't high: an apartment building with our own kitchen and bathroom.
Lin is my classmate, a native of this big northern city. His family owns a well-equipped two-bedroom apartment, simply furnished. When I told him about my idea, he gave me the keys to the apartment at a very low price, half-renting and half-lending, stating that I could live there until he needed the apartment for his wedding.
What followed was typical for most people: buying furniture and appliances, decorating the new house, arranging the wedding banquet, premarital checkups, obtaining the marriage certificate—after two or three months of busy work, my wife and I finally became a legally married couple, moving into a home that, while not entirely our own, was warm and cozy enough. We could sleep soundly together every day, enjoying sex anytime without worrying about someone knocking on the door in the middle of the night. However,
our happy life slowly lost its luster over time; we had enough time and resources, but less desire. Gradually, we started using the internet. My wife would usually sit in front of the computer after dinner every night, exchanging messages with friends in the virtual world, while I would rewatch TV channels over and over again.
I can't remember which night it was, but we were making love in bed, a love that had become less frequent, when the phone rang. It was a strange man calling. I thought it was a wrong number and hung up. But less than a minute later, he called again. This time, my wife answered. She and the man spoke ambiguously on the phone, and then she told me it was one of her online friends from out of town who wanted to hear us making love. I was furious. I refused and scolded my wife, and the desire I felt half a minute earlier vanished.
My wife, understanding and somewhat bored, went to sleep, while I remained immersed in the emotions of the moment, unable to fall asleep. My mind replayed the image of a man listening to us make love while masturbating, even imagining him joining us in the end. As I thought about it, my anger suddenly turned into a vague excitement.
In the dim light, I looked at my sleeping wife's still beautiful face, and slowly lifted the blanket a little. Her round, firm breasts and graceful figure were still alluring, her fair skin like tofu. Then my wife turned over, her back to me, her soft, plump buttocks creating a small hill under the thin blanket. I placed my hand on it, the touch turning into a gentle caress. The warm, moist feeling emanating from her buttocks reminded me of the interrupted intimacy.
At this moment, my wife was awakened by my movements and obediently stuck her buttocks out slightly. My hand could easily trace over her vagina and anus. My wife liked it when I did this to her; she said this position felt like being seduced and was slightly wild. The instant I replaced my fingers with my penis and inserted it from behind, my wife's soft, short moans turned into a long, satisfied "Aww!"
After cleaning up and lying back in bed, we both felt that this was the most satisfying time we'd had in a long time. My wife asked me what was the reason, and I said it was probably because I'd rested well these past few days. Actually, I knew in my heart that this might not be the most important reason, because during sex, I often saw an image of a strange man having sex with my wife in my mind, and every time this image flashed through my mind, I would become extremely excited, even uncontrollably wanting to ejaculate. It was like a burning fire, and each appearance of that image was like adding fuel to the fire.
I didn't tell my wife about this feeling because I felt it might be perverted and depraved. However, after that, I seemed to have rediscovered my lost passion. The frequency and quality of our sex life improved significantly. I knew it was that non-existent stranger who had helped us.
Time passed, spring turned to autumn, and during those six months, I unintentionally came across ***'s works and became completely obsessed with them, reading ***-related articles and browsing *** websites. My wife discovered this "hobby" of mine and blushed as she scolded me for being interested in such things. I said I was just browsing randomly and jokingly asked her if she would like to try it with other couples. She immediately said no without thinking, but after a while, she said that those things were all fake and that no one would do that in real life.
That informal conversation made me feel like my wife had left me an "extra accomplice." From then on, I no longer avoided my wife when browsing these kinds of websites. Sometimes I even dragged her along to watch them, and even discussed them with other couples. My wife was slowly drawn in by me and agreed that if there were suitable couples, they might as well give it a try.
Later, we met with several couples. My wife was indifferent, but I became hesitant. After all, I had received years of traditional education, and this kind of thing wasn't accepted by mainstream society.
"I think that guy is nice," my wife said to me one evening after meeting the husband of one of the couples. They were friends we'd known for a long time and had exchanged photos with. That night was our first meeting. We agreed that men and women would meet separately, not together. After a polite exchange with the wife, I went home. My wife arrived less than an hour later.
"We had a good chat," my wife said.
"Did you do anything?" I asked.
"Didn't we agree not to do anything alone?" my wife said.
"I mean, was there any physical contact?" I said. My wife smiled shyly, lowered her head, and whispered, "He touched me in the taxi."
It turned out that my wife had been driven home by that husband. In the back seat of the car, the husband touched my wife's breasts and buttocks. When he tried to touch her vagina, she refused, afraid his hands were unclean.
"Did you touch him?" I asked.
"I touched him there," my wife replied.
"Where?" I asked.
"His penis." My wife buried her face in my chest; this was only the second man's penis she had touched in over 20 years.
"It's quite big, and it's already wet," she said in an almost inaudible voice. At that moment, my heart was pounding in my chest.
"How were things between you two?" my wife asked after a while. I told her everything, that we were very proper, and that the woman was very quiet.
That night, we made love passionately in bed.
A few days later, we met at a coffee shop as agreed. The coffee shop was close to a five-star hotel nearby. We agreed that if everyone agreed on this meeting, we would actually have sex, and neither of us wanted to arrange our first time in an undesirable place.
That day, both wives dressed up deliberately. Compared to their radiant wives, the two husbands were the kind you wouldn't notice in a crowd, so much so that we received many strange looks as we walked through the hotel lobby.
The five-star hotel in the northern city was at best equivalent to a four-star hotel in the south, especially in Guangdong. The room was small, and it felt a bit cramped for four people. Since it was our first time there, we were all a little flustered at the crucial moment, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward. To ease the tension, we decided to try a game of taking off our clothes while playing cards, which we had seen online. The couple even went out to buy a deck of cards.
Out of consideration for the women, we two husbands deliberately lost the first two or three rounds, and each of us was almost down to our last piece or two. Later, the two women took turns losing and then awkwardly took off their clothes.
When it was my wife's turn to lose and have to take off her bra, the atmosphere was much more natural than at the beginning. Since it was the first time she'd removed what was practically her last shred of modesty in front of another man, she suggested going to the bathroom to take it off and then wrapping herself in a towel before coming out. We agreed.
When my wife emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a not-so-wide towel, her fair, delicate skin and graceful figure were even more alluring than when she was only wearing underwear. At this point, there was no need to continue the next round of poker; the other husband's penis was already rock hard, and some clear fluid was faintly leaking from the urethral opening of his bright red penis.
"Look at you, so pathetic," the other wife playfully tapped her husband lightly.
"Look at her, you should relax a bit and take it off!" the other husband said to his wife.
"Then I have to go to the bathroom to take it off too." With that, the other wife stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
After she went in, the other husband and I exchanged a knowing glance and followed her in.
The bathroom door wasn't locked. Pushing it open, I found the wife hadn't undressed; instead, she was staring blankly at the mirror, seemingly aware I'd followed. She showed no surprise, only a faint, bitter smile. I asked if she was unwilling, and she said not entirely, but she felt it was somewhat depraved, yet she wanted to try it, feeling conflicted. Honestly, I felt the same way, on the verge of giving up.
"Are you counting money in there?" Actually, talking about sex is easy, but putting it into practice requires so much more than just courage. Looking back, if it weren't for the husband's teasing remark outside, I think I might have really given up.
I don't remember what the husband said next, but the wife, hearing it, slowly extended her hand to me: "Help me undo this." As I removed her bra, I noticed goosebumps on her skin, and when I reached for her underwear, she not only didn't stop me, but also pulled down my underwear as well.
In the actual practice of sex, the act of both parties taking off their last piece of clothing might be more important than the subsequent sexual intercourse—being truly naked brings a sense of liberation, as all morality and tradition are thrown aside along with the clothes.
At that moment, the bathroom door opened, revealing my wife wrapped in a towel and the other woman's husband, who was completely naked. Seeing this, my wife blushed. Then, the other woman's husband seized the opportunity to untie my wife's towel, revealing her full breasts to everyone.
"Your wife has a great figure," said the other woman's wife. Compared to my wife's breasts, the other woman's breasts were indeed smaller.
Immediately afterward, the other woman's husband buried his head in my wife's chest, repeatedly rubbing her breasts with his face, lips, and nose. My wife glanced at me helplessly and then closed her eyes.
I took the other woman's hand and walked out of the bathroom. As we passed them, my wife let out a groan. How familiar those moans were. In the past, those moans belonged only to me, but now, right before my eyes, under the manipulation of another man, my wife's moans sounded more like a cry for help.
At that moment, the distance between us was practically measured in millimeters; I could even feel his pubic hair prickling my skin as I walked past him.
My wife's moans came from the other man's teasing of her nipples. He was sucking one, twisting the other with his hand, and pulling at my wife's underwear with his other hand. At that moment, I suddenly thought of all the stories I'd heard about husbands risking their lives to protect their wives from other men's abuse. And I, or rather, we, were going to great lengths to offer our wives to others, and even "enjoying" it from the sidelines. It was truly perverted; scoundrels were a thousand times worse than us.
However, there was no turning back now. It had come to this, and I could only grit my teeth and continue. Amidst my wife's increasingly intense moans, I walked to the bedside with the other man's wife.
She pulled back the covers, crawled inside, and covered her head with them. I think her psychological pressure at that moment was probably no less than mine. In the bathroom, my wife and the other man's husband had already closed the door, and the sound of running water could be heard from inside.
Only the two of us were left in the room. I lifted the covers and crawled in, carefully caressing the other man's wife. She slowly went from instinctively flinching to gradually cooperating, but my mind wasn't on the bed at all; it was in the bathroom.
"Let's have fun, don't worry about them," the other man's wife seemed to sense my thoughts, or perhaps she was saying to herself. She sat up on the bed, smoothed her hair, and buried her head between my legs. Due to the immense psychological pressure, my penis was still soft, but under her caresses, it slowly began to harden. My hand gently stroked the wife's buttocks, slowly approaching her vulva. Her labia majora were small, and I could easily feel the vaginal opening, which was dry and looked very clean.
Just then, the bathroom door opened, and the other woman's husband came out first, glancing at us and smiling as a greeting. My wife followed, wrapped in a towel. I didn't dare look at her expression, so I glanced at the other woman.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the husband remove my wife's towel, then lay her down on the bed. He climbed on top of her, lingering briefly on her chest before straddling her legs. My wife's moans resumed.
Feeling somewhat neglected by the woman beside me, I moved her buttocks closer, intending to give her oral sex. Suddenly, she spat out my penis, turned around, and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, there won't be anything else. We haven't had sex for over two weeks."
Her genitals were smooth, her pubic hair freshly shaved. It was clear this woman had carefully prepared for this exchange, because during our previous online conversations, I had mentioned that I didn't like women with excessive pubic hair.
She turned back and continued giving me oral sex. I buried my face between her legs, and we became a standard 69. After a while, the woman started making "ooh" sounds, and finally couldn't hold back any longer and spat out my penis, moaning ecstatically. Her fluids were also flowing into my mouth.
When my face left the woman's buttocks, my wife and the other man's husband were also in a 69 position next to us, with my wife on top. From my angle, I could clearly see my wife licking the man's glans with her tongue, while the man was licking my wife's anus. The man's skin was darker, while my wife's was very fair. The two of them looked like two worms intertwined.
The other man's wife didn't seem to want to "appreciate" the scene around her. After helping me put on a condom, she squatted on my penis, guided it to her vaginal opening with her hand, and gently sat down. Most of my penis was inserted into her vagina, and then she began to move up and down, closing her eyes and moaning "uh-huh."
After playing in that position for a while, I pinned her down, whispered in her ear, and asked her how my penis felt. She said it felt good, and the head was especially big.
Meanwhile, the foreplay wasn't over yet; they'd just switched positions. My wife was touching the man's anus while simultaneously sucking and swallowing his penis. I'd only thrust a few times on that wife when my wife and her husband started getting down to business. The husband parted my wife's legs and slowly pushed his penis in. His penis was indeed large; the head wasn't huge, but it was longer than mine, with at least a third still outside after it went in.
At this point, the room was filled with the moans of the two wives, rising and falling in waves.
My wife's moans were a loud "howl," while the other wife's were more like "hmm." My wife's moans were louder, and eventually, the entire room was filled with her cries and the "slap slap" of their bodies colliding. I figured if anyone was in the next room or down the hallway, they would have heard everything.
I was a little scared and wanted to tell them to be quieter, but I didn't want to disturb their fun. Seeing how uninhibited they were, I felt I was being overly cautious, so I let them be.
Meanwhile, the other wife beneath me was already aroused, thrusting her hips to meet my thrusts, her hands kneading her small breasts, a strand of hair falling across her face, the end landing in her half-open mouth.
After a while, she opened her eyes and told me she couldn't reach orgasm in this position. She then "released" my penis from her vagina, rolled over, knelt on the bed, her buttocks raised, her head and one arm propped on the pillow. I entered her from behind, holding her buttocks with both hands.
This position is less strenuous for men, but I rarely dare to do it because it's incredibly stimulating, and I might ejaculate after just a few thrusts. Sure enough, after only a dozen or so thrusts, I couldn't control myself. She noticed my reaction and kept shouting, "Don't ejaculate! Don't ejaculate! Wait a minute..." Her other hand started stroking her clitoris, but I couldn't control myself anymore. After a few hard thrusts, I ejaculated profusely.
The other man's wife certainly didn't want the sex to end without an orgasm, so she tried her best to stimulate herself while I ejaculated, increasing the force and frequency of her hand movements. But my uncooperative penis couldn't stop itself from going limp, and after a dozen more thrusts, it was "squeezed" out by her increasingly tight vagina. The owner of the vagina reluctantly gave up.
Not being able to bring the woman you're having sex with to orgasm is a failure for any man, no matter who that woman is.
"I'm sorry," I said, filled with guilt.
"It's okay, it's not your fault. You did a great job. I rarely have orgasms." I don't know if she was telling the truth or just trying to comfort me.
I turned my head to the other bed, where my wife and the other man's husband had switched to the woman-on-top position. My wife was fully enjoying the man's penis, taking a deep breath after each moan. I knew she was completely absorbed.
The man was very strong and skilled with women. He first lay there, caressing the woman's large breasts, then arched his back, rubbing his mouth against her nipples. Each time, my wife's moans would intensify. Watching this scene I had fantasized about so many times, I felt no excitement, only extreme disappointment. I just wanted them to finish quickly, and even considered pulling my wife off the man.
"Help me touch it!" The other man's wife looked at me pleadingly, her face flushed. One hand continued to caress her genitals, while the other began to touch my penis. To be honest, I didn't care about her anymore, but due to the woman's request, I could only masturbate her.
After touching her for a while, she seemed to realize my indifference, stood up, and went straight into the bathroom. On the other bed, my wife was already being fucked by the other woman's husband, her ass sticking out.
(Later, my wife told me that the husband had actually ejaculated while they were performing oral sex in the bathroom, but his penis hadn't gone soft. A few months later, a group of friends were chatting about the benefits of Viagra, one of which was that it could keep the penis erect for a long time after ejaculation. We don't know if the husband had "prepared" beforehand.)
Getting back to the point, the scene in the room had now become me lying alone on the bed watching them have sex, feeling a little awkward. The other woman's husband glanced at me, smiled amicably, and then defiantly looked away, continuing to concentrate on his "work."
Almost at the same time the other woman's husband's gaze left me, my wife raised her head and began to look at me. She seemed a little surprised that I was now alone, and I could tell that she wasn't as excited as before. She stopped moaning and simply responded to the man's thrusts from behind.
I glanced at her a few times and then went over, sitting down in front of my wife. She was covered in sweat. I helped her brush the hair that was hanging down in front of her eyes, but because her body was swaying back and forth with the man behind her, my efforts were almost ineffective; those few strands of hair hanging in front of her eyes were still swaying there.
"Let's play with your sister-in-law together, let her have some real pleasure too." At this moment, the other man's husband, while mechanically thrusting behind my wife, asked for my opinion. I hesitated for a moment; my mind was already in a daze, and I hadn't fully understood what he was saying. At this moment, my wife had already taken my penis into her mouth.
If there had been a camera at this moment, it would definitely have been a classic scene—my wife with my penis in her mouth, and another man behind her fucking her hard. At that moment, all three of us were somewhat stimulated by the scene. My penis began to awaken, and my wife made a sound that was almost like a sob from her mouth, while the man behind her fucking my wife increased the frequency of his thrusts and let out bursts of low growls; he had also ejaculated.
When the man collapsed onto my wife's back, I could tell from her expression that she hadn't had an orgasm either. Later, when my wife talked to me, it confirmed this. She said she felt like she was about to have an orgasm that day, but somehow it didn't. Her thoughts were similar to mine; she felt bored and just wanted it to end quickly.
As the other man's husband left my wife's body, my penis went from semi-erect to completely limp. My wife released my penis from her mouth, turned over, and fell into the other man's arms. Only then did I remember there was another woman in the bathroom. I
pushed open the door and went in. The other man's wife had finished washing and was drying herself. Seeing me come in, she handed me a towel: "Help me dry my back." She then turned her back to me.
Sometimes, women are really unpredictable, especially in such a specific situation. I felt that only the man she loved would have this opportunity, but now it was my turn—a sexual partner who hadn't even given her an orgasm. However, this task allowed me to see this woman I had just made love to more closely for the first time.
Her skin was as smooth as my wife's, she was slender, and her not-so-full breasts seemed large enough on her. She had a pert bottom, two shapely and straight legs, and a very attractive and delicate face. To be honest, I could only recall some outlines of the woman; if I didn't look at a photo, I wouldn't recognize her even if I walked down the street.
After I finished wiping her down, she asked if I wanted to shower. I said no, I'd go home and shower; my only thought at that moment was to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Outside, my wife was already dressed, while the other woman's husband had crawled into bed, lit a cigarette, and chatted idly with my wife. Seeing my wife and me come out, the husband politely said, "Your wife said she wants to go home. I was hoping we could have dinner together."
I said, "Thank you, no need. Let's have dinner together another time if we have the chance." After exchanging a few more pleasantries, I put our share of the room fee on the table, said goodbye to this couple—the only couple we'd ever swapped with—and left the hotel with my wife.
If I remember correctly, my wife and I didn't exchange a single word on the way home from the hotel. I wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words. At a red light, I glanced at my wife; her face was turned towards the window. When we parked, she told me to go upstairs first while she went to buy something. I wanted to go with her, but she refused.
Standing under the showerhead in my own bathroom, my feelings were incredibly complex. I couldn't say whether it was regret or something else. I didn't dare relive the scene in the hotel; just thinking about it made my heart feel like a jumbled mess of emotions.
Just then, my phone rang. It was Lin, my classmate and the actual owner of the house we were staying in. He works as a tour guide and recently had a group going to Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand. He had a free round-trip ticket to Thailand and asked if I wanted to join his group. I said I'd discuss it with my wife later and hung up.
When I came out of the bathroom for the second time, my wife was already back. From the pile of things by the door, I could tell she had gone grocery shopping. After taking off her coat, she took a blanket from the closet, flopped onto the sofa, and covered her head. I asked her if she wanted me to cook now, but she said she wanted to lie down for a while.
I wandered around the room for a bit, feeling bored, and then started preparing dinner. I had been relatively free during that period, so my cooking skills had improved a lot. My wife's favorite dish was my braised eggplant.
By the time I finished the preparations slowly, it was already dark. My wife was breathing evenly on the sofa; she had fallen asleep. I didn't want to wake her, so I sat on another sofa reading and waiting for her to wake up. The only sounds in the room were my wife's breathing and the occasional rustling of my pages, so the ringing of the phone startled me and woke my wife as well.
"It's Lin," my wife said, handing me the phone. Lin said we absolutely had to give him an answer within three days.
I relayed Lin's good intentions to my wife again, and she said irritably, "Thailand is a paradise for men like you; you should go." I said, "I've heard there are plenty of male prostitutes in Thailand; you wouldn't regret it." My wife gave a reproachful huff and said, "You're always thinking about these things." I joked with her a few more times, and the atmosphere eased from the previous awkwardness.
I suddenly remembered that my company needed me to go on a business trip to an important client's location, which conflicted with Lin's tour group, so I persuaded my wife to go and relax. After all, she was quite familiar with Lin. My wife cheered, politely declined for a moment, but her heart was already in Thailand.
We had some drinks at dinner, but neither of us mentioned what happened that afternoon. Lying in bed, my wife buried her head in my chest and hugged me tightly for a while. Then, resting her head on my chest and shoulders, she sighed and said, "We agreed that what happened today wouldn't affect our relationship."
"Of course," I said.
My wife kissed me, hugged me tightly again, and whispered, "You had your fun this afternoon, but I didn't reach orgasm." Then she started rubbing her breasts against my chest.
While stroking her in response, I deliberately said, "I saw you enjoying yourself with that guy, and he was pretty good too." My wife said, "You're so naughty!" and then started licking my already hard penis.
After my wife reached orgasm by moaning loudly on top of me, we took a bath together. While I was washing her genitals, my wife said that both her holes were swollen, which surprised me—it turned out that the man had also fucked her anus. My wife said it was when that man was on top that she was having sex. I also recalled that for a moment, that man almost folded my wife up, but I didn't pay much attention at the time. My wife said that man was having sex with her anus at that time.
I had sex with my wife two or three times before, but because my penis head is too big, it always hurt my wife a lot and she would bleed. She was uncomfortable for several days, so I completely "gave up" it. I didn't expect that the first time we swapped partners, another man would re-explore her.
My wife said that at the time, she thought that the man's penis head wasn't as big as mine, so it wouldn't cause any harm when it went in, and in fact, she did feel quite comfortable at the time. My wife said that the man's penis was too long, and when he was having sex with her, it entered some places that my penis couldn't reach before. It hurt a little at first,
but then it got better. My wife admitted that although she didn't reach orgasm, she still enjoyed it.

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