[Story] A Road of No Return (Breakthrough)

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For the next month or so, I chatted with my older brother during the day. He had experience with these activities, and every time he talked about them, I felt incredibly excited. Almost every night, I'd have sex with my wife, feeling like we were back to the beginning. I forget where I read it, but there's a saying: "The largest sex organ in humans is the brain." I believe this is the feeling for every first-timer.
I knew that for me, all I needed was an opportunity.
And then, not long after, that opportunity came. My brother went on a business trip to the city next to ours. I always felt it was inappropriate to do these activities in my own city, but he "happened" to be in a city just an hour away.
My wife was a little hesitant—oh no, I was too. I can still recall that agonizing feeling; before, it was all just theory, but now it was reality.
"It's alright, just meeting for a meal. What happens next is up to fate, don't worry about it." This was the consensus between my older brother and me. We'd known each other online for so long; whatever the reason, it wouldn't be wrong to meet in person. Even online friends meet someday, right?
With that, I convinced my wife, and myself at the same time, and with these mixed feelings, I arrived at the restaurant where I was to meet my brother.
At our first meeting, although he was considerably older than us, he looked very energetic and clean. He wasn't particularly handsome, but he was very approachable. We shook hands, exchanged simple greetings, and then sat down.
"Your wife is so beautiful." I still remember that opening line; it was so direct, it was impeccable. It wasn't that she was actually that beautiful, but who could resist such a compliment?
At first, an awkward atmosphere permeated the room with some trivial conversation. But as the alcohol heated things up, and with my friend's encouragement, the atmosphere gradually warmed up, shifting from rambling topics back to the main theme of the event. My wife blushed and lowered her head. I don't know what she was feeling at that moment, but I remember how I felt. Talking about my wife in front of a strange man was far more exciting than mere theoretical discussions. From her figure to her posture, the conversation became increasingly explicit with each glass of red wine.
I held a wine glass in one hand and my wife's hand in the other. My friend, with slightly tipsy eyes, recounted scenes from previous events.
I could clearly feel the tightness in my grip on my wife's hand. Although she was eating with her head down and not responding to our conversation, I could tell she was listening more attentively than anyone else. Haha.
After a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere reached a certain point. I gave my friend a look, and he immediately got up, saying he needed to use the restroom. He turned and left the private room, leaving just my wife and me.
"How about it? Want to give it a try?" I asked, holding my wife's hand.
"Whatever you
say," my wife said, looking up at me shyly. We then arrived at the hotel we had booked. My brother went in first, and we waited five minutes before entering. Those five minutes allowed me to mentally prepare myself. I took my wife's hand and rang the doorbell.
The door opened quickly. The lights were dimmed, and there was a bouquet of flowers on the bed. A faint scent of incense wafted from the room—something I hadn't expected. It seemed my brother had put thought into it. I turned to look at my wife; even in the dim light, I could see her blushing face. I led her into the room, and my brother promptly handed us two pairs of hotel slippers. After changing, I felt much more relaxed. My wife and I sat on the edge of the bed, speechless.
"I'll go shower first. There are snacks on the table. See what you like, sister-in-law. It's so hot." My brother said, turning and heading to the bathroom.
"Mmm..." my wife responded shyly.
“Honey, if you don’t want to, we can leave now,” I said sincerely, looking at my wife.
I received no response, only her soft lips pressed against mine. I returned the kiss passionately, our tongues entwining in each other’s mouths, our breaths quickening. My hands roamed over her body, climbing up her thighs to her pubic area.
“Ah…” my wife gasped softly, pulling away from my lips.
When I came to my senses, I saw my brother, wrapped in a towel, leaning against the bathroom door, grinning at us. My wife, embarrassed, stood up and said, “I’m going to take a shower too.” Now that things had come to this, I completely let go and followed her into the bathroom. “Honey, let’s shower together, hehe.” As we entered, I glanced at my brother’s prominent bulge wrapped in the towel, giving him a knowing look.
In the bathroom, watching my wife take off her clothes one by one, even though she had given birth and her figure was a little bloated, it was precisely this mature woman's figure that was even more captivating. Her breasts were a cup size larger than before she gave birth, and her skin was still fair and smooth, making me unable to put them down every time. Her plump and high buttocks gave me a strong visual stimulation every time I thrust into her from behind. The water flowed over our bodies, and we applied shower gel, feeling like we were taking a bath and caressing each other, our bodies constantly moving over each other.
Just then, the bathroom door quietly opened. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my brother, having removed his towel, walk in, his "weapon" throbbing with veins, joining us in our water play. When his hands touched my wife's back, I felt her tremble slightly. Then, he began to urge his hands on my genitals even more intensely. The sudden "attack" caught me off guard, and I quickly pulled away from her clutches. Forget about the shower gel, I immediately took her nipple into my mouth, while my brother's fingers slid into her buttocks, attacking her from all sides. My wife let out soft moans. It was the first time someone else had invaded her secret garden, the first time another man had seen everything about her, the first time two men had played with her together, the first time… so many firsts happened in just a few short minutes.
Under our relentless assault, my wife "escaped" the bathroom like Little Red Riding Hood. We, the big bad wolves, chased after her to the bed. Every inch of her skin was caressed by us. She was panting and covered in mud, while we, parched and erect, remained.
"Husband...I want..." My wife twisted her body, gripping my penis and stroking it incessantly.
I tossed my brother a condom, "Honey, customer first," he said, quickly tearing open the packaging and putting it on.
Without any resistance, he slid in easily—yes, he really slid in. It wasn't that his size was the issue; on the contrary, it was quite large. It was just that she was incredibly wet. It was also the first time I'd seen someone else enter what was once my private garden. A mix of emotions—heartache, excitement, and a jumble of feelings—but soon only excitement dominated my thoughts.
With each moan from my wife, my penis grew harder, feeling like I was about to ejaculate. I quickly escaped her clutches again, kissing her nipple. My brother, however, was dominating her other breast, kneading it into various shapes in front of me.
"So good, your pussy is so hot and slippery, I need a break," he said, as if evaluating a product. Remember the five-star review? ...Sorry for the misdirection.
But to my ears, it had a strange kind of stimulation. I wouldn't call it humiliation, but rather a sense of pride, a strange feeling. I patted my wife's buttocks, and she understood, turning over and sticking her buttocks out, her entire big buttocks completely displayed in front of me. I, who had just said I needed to take a break, didn't care about anything else and went straight in. With a series of slapping sounds, her buttocks rippled, mixed with my wife's moans and my panting. I brought my hard, throbbing penis to my wife's mouth, and she took it in, swallowing and releasing it repeatedly. I made soft sounds of pleasure. Seeing this scene, I, too, put in more and more effort, thrusting harder and harder into my wife's lower body. My wife had to spit out my penis to breathe properly, looking at me with dazed eyes.
With a low growl, my brother withdrew from my wife's body, looking at the semen that filled half the condom, exclaiming how good it felt. I, who had been waiting impatiently, immediately took his place. Perhaps driven by male pride, I thrust in and out forcefully, as if only by being more forceful than my brother could I assert my dominance. However, this battlefield was on my wife's body. The result was obvious: my first time, having witnessed a live broadcast, I was already on the verge of ejaculation, but I couldn't last more than five minutes against my wife's large ass before giving in.
My wife collapsed onto the bed, and my brother and I sat down beside her, each lighting a cigarette. If it weren't for my wife still lying naked on the bed in front of us, we would have seemed to have reverted to our polite self…

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