Success Story: I gave my wife to him for twenty years

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My wife came home and called me. I told her to take a shower and sleep a little longer before we went out for dinner.
Dinner was exceptionally enjoyable; no one drank alcohol. My wife said she'd treat us to a foot massage after dinner. When it was time to pay, I went with M's wife. She insisted on paying, then said she needed to use the restroom and asked me to hold her bag while she waited. While she was washing her hands, I checked that no one was around, then hugged her from behind and touched her breasts—they were so soft and incredibly comfortable and stimulating.
She didn't refuse, and whispered in my ear, "Isn't it great to have your wife by your side?"
I smiled without saying anything.
During the foot massage, M's wife wanted to go home early because of the children, so I offered to drive her home and have them wait for me at the massage parlor.
I drove M's wife home, parked the car on the side of the road near her apartment complex, and turned off the engine. M's wife looked at me suspiciously.
I smiled.
She immediately understood, pounced on me, and gave me a French kiss. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my penis, and she immediately started giving me oral sex. I reached into her pants and touched her buttocks while enjoying her pleasure. I unhooked her bra, fully exposing her breasts and caressing them. Cars occasionally drove by, which was quite exciting.
After about ten minutes, M's wife gently patted my penis and said, "Save it for your wife when you get home." She wiped her mouth, tidied her makeup and clothes, and kissed my face repeatedly, saying, "I really wish you were fucking me tonight."
I stroked her hair and said, "Me too."
She smiled and said, "Go home now, they're waiting for you. I'm getting off here and heading back."
I watched M's wife sway her hips into the gate of the residential complex. Then my wife called, saying they went straight home after their massage and that I should go home too.
After hanging up, I stared at my phone, regretting letting M's wife leave so early. I wanted to call her back, but it didn't feel right. I knew they were probably already having sex back home.
I rolled down the car window, smoked two cigarettes, and then slowly drove back. After parking the car at home, I got out and smoked another cigarette, then went to the supermarket and bought a carton of cigarettes. I started walking back, feeling heavy-hearted, neither particularly comfortable nor sad.
The moment I opened the door to the house, I found my wife and M chatting over tea. They were both fully clothed, sitting opposite each other across the coffee table.
I sat down next to M, placed the cigarettes on the coffee table, patted him, and said, "Here you go. I saw you didn't have any in your car. Take these with you."
My wife poured me some tea, and I told her to go to the bedroom and turn on the air conditioner; it's a bit hot.
As she turned on the air conditioner, my wife said, "Did they change the masseuse at the massage parlor? Why isn't it the same technician this time? It doesn't feel good at all."
M said, "I don't think so. I saw their boss yesterday, but he didn't mention him."
I looked at M, tossed my head at my wife, and said somewhat suspiciously, "What's wrong? Why are you being so honest?"
M said, "We just got back too. Your wife is quite tired.
Go wash up. What are you standing there for?"
M paused for a moment, then said, "Not today. You should spend some time with your wife." "
Damn, you're being so polite."
M laughed, "Like last time?"
"No," I said, pushing the back of M's head.
M smiled mischievously.
My wife came out of the bedroom and sat beside me. I put my arm around her and slipped my hand inside her shirt. She resisted a little, but I bit her lip and kissed her. "You wanted to? We'll give you a good time later. Want to go wash up?"
My wife's face flushed red, and she punched me lightly.
I looked at M, "What are you standing there for? Go wash up."
M smiled at us, hesitated for a moment, then took off her clothes and went to the bathroom.
When M came out, I was lying on the bed with my wife giving me oral sex. M came in and lay down next to me. I asked my wife to give me oral sex, and M tried to hug me with one hand, but I removed it.
My penis was ready, but strangely, M wasn't hard, and my wife's oral sex was still like noodles after a long time. I glanced at him; his eyes were closed, his expression serious. I wondered if it was because I was there.
I went to shower, leaving the battle to him. I deliberately delayed a bit, and when I returned to bed, they were in a 69 position, man on top, woman on top. Strangely, M lacked the passion and dominance of last time; his penis was still limp. I had no idea what he was up to.
My wife was sucking M's limp penis while holding it. When it got hard, I went to fuck her from behind. M licked both of us with his tongue, licking very diligently. He even tried to suck my penis, but I dodged him. My wife started getting aroused from my penetration, becoming increasingly wanton, panting heavily. She completely abandoned M's limp penis and welcomed my thrusts.
I flipped my wife over, spread her legs, and started doggy style. M crawled over and French kissed her, kneading her breasts. Under our combined assault, she cried out, "I'm coming, I'm coming," and collapsed onto the bed, having orgasmed. I hadn't ejaculated yet, and I parted her legs, wanting to continue. My wife pushed against my stomach, whimpering, "Let's stop, okay?"
I had no choice but to let her go, covering her with a blanket.
M had already gone to the bathroom to shower, and I came in too, asking him, "You're not feeling well today, what's wrong?"
M smiled but didn't say anything.
I picked up the tap, washed my penis, and turned to leave. M suddenly grabbed my hand and placed it on his penis. I reflexively squeezed it, and for a split second, his penis became erect. I looked at him, and he said, "You haven't ejaculated yet, let me help you."
I shook off his penis and coldly said, "No need."
I didn't see M off when he left; instead, I cuddled with my wife and went to sleep.
The next morning, my wife and I made love again, and this time it was surprisingly effective. My penis was powerful, and I even ejaculated.
Days passed like this, but my life was exceptionally rich and colorful.
My situation seems the same as before, but in reality, it's different. I have sex with M's wife at least once a week, sometimes up to four times, but I have sex with my own wife less and less often. This makes me feel guilty, but I can't control my legs, let alone my penis. I'm busy with my own wife and other men's wives. It's tiring, but I enjoy it.
I've created countless opportunities for M and my wife, but they seem uninterested and haven't had sex since. My wife said she's completely uninterested in threesomes, that she's not suited for it, and that trying it is enough.
M, on the other hand, gave up completely; he tasted it and didn't want to try again. He doesn't even talk to my wife anymore. How ridiculous life is! I intended to give my wife to him, but he didn't like her; instead, I've become obsessed with his wife.
I don't know what M was thinking. He tacitly allowed me to have a passionate affair with his wife, and he also indulged our mad love. He never participated in our sex life, mostly creating opportunities for me. Occasionally, he would be present, but he would just observe. Over time, I got used to it, ignoring his presence, his feelings, and his thoughts. I only cared about indulging in lust with his wife. I couldn't live without her, and she couldn't live without me. If I didn't have sex with her for a day, she would send me urgent messages the next day. She couldn't get enough of me. Strangely, M and I had an unusually strong relationship. He was incredibly understanding towards me. M was genuinely good to me; I could feel it.
This kind of life went on for almost a year.

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