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

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As my emotions gradually calmed down and my body felt tired, after drinking and having sex, the initial excitement was followed by exhaustion. I snuggled into my wife's bed, touched her breasts, and easily fell asleep.
I was awakened by voices, but didn't open my eyes. I knew my wife was going to work, so I didn't move. M and his wife were both up, and from their voices, they were preparing breakfast for my wife. M's wife wanted M to drive her to work, but my wife firmly disagreed. I also felt it was unnecessary; my wife usually drives herself to and from work, and she didn't need anyone's help. However, M's wife insisted that M drive her, saying that I should pick her up after work. My wife couldn't persuade him
otherwise and said that if it wasn't possible, her husband could drive her, and there was no need to trouble M.
Hearing this, I prepared to get up, but then I sat up and thought, "Wait a minute, maybe this is a good opportunity. Maybe this is something M and his wife have planned." My wife and M, me and M's wife? Aren't these all perfect opportunities? Thinking this, I lay back down and pretended to be asleep.
Sure enough, my wife came into the second bedroom and called me to get up and drive her.
I pretended to be fast asleep, as if I couldn't be woken up.
M said, "Brother drank too much last night, he's sleeping like this and I can't wake him up. Let him sleep for a while, or I'll take you home. I'll pick you up after you get off work."
My wife mumbled something, then she and M left the room, changed their shoes, opened the door, and closed it.
After they left, I opened my eyes, and the first thing I thought of was, "What's M's wife doing?" There were only the two of us in the house. If I didn't act like a pervert at this moment, would I be human?
I got up and went to the bathroom to pee. After coming out of the bathroom, I went straight to M's master bedroom with a clear conscience. The door was open, and through a sliver of light, I saw M's wife lying on the bed with her back to the door. I climbed onto the bed, lifted the blanket, and easily slipped into her bed. M's wife was curled up naked. I hugged her from behind, my breasts pressed tightly against her back, my erect penis pressing against her buttocks.
M's wife exuded a delicate fragrance, radiating irresistible allure, like a young girl awaiting my intrusion. She made no sound, her body only shifting slightly.
I kissed her back, my hands gently caressing her breasts, nipples, abdomen, genitals, thighs, and buttocks. I meticulously and tenderly caressed every inch of her skin. Gradually, her desire arose, and her body slowly responded. I turned her over, letting her wrap her arms around my neck. I kissed her lips, and she gently opened them. We kissed deeply; her tongue was smooth and soft, sweet and tantalizing. Like an aphrodisiac, it made me even more obsessed, greedily sucking on her tongue.
I had been to many women, and while not every time was exceptional, each encounter was pleasurable and unforgettable. Thus, I had honed my skills in bed, making it easy for me to please women. Once I got my hands on one, no woman could resist. Actually, there's no fixed pattern or routine for sex, nor is there any unique core technique. While every man can do it, not every man can do it well. I've concluded that a man in bed only needs to adhere to one principle to be invincible, achieving unparalleled pleasure and complete satisfaction. Once you achieve that, every woman will submit to you.
This principle is: learn to use it comprehensively; you must learn how to use it.
Human bodies are structurally similar, but physical characteristics, preferences, and emotional experiences differ, so you need to know how to use it.
How to use it—you'll figure it out yourself. There are no set routines or techniques; all techniques with specific moves and procedures are almost entirely theoretical.
Regarding M's wife, I've never considered having anything happen with her, for one simple reason: we're too familiar, so familiar that it doesn't arouse any desire. Even if M hinted at it, I wouldn't pursue it in that direction. But now that the unspoken understanding has been broken, the situation is different. Last night, I was rough and had sex with her because M slept with his wife—a bit of spiteful revenge. M had also challenged me; how could I lose to him?
But now I want to savor this woman with complete relaxation, I want to conquer her completely, I want to give her an experience she's never had before, so that she won't want to leave me, and will want to come back again. So, I've prepared enough passion and patience; now I've got her wrapped around my little
finger. I pulled M's wife beneath me, laid her flat, and unleashed all my skills from top to bottom, serving her with 200% passion. Halfway through, she was completely overwhelmed. From soft moans to gasps and cries, her lower body was already soaking wet. When I buried my head between her legs, she gripped my hand tightly and began to beg for mercy, urgently calling out, "No, no!" When I forcefully opened her legs and my tongue slipped into her flowing fluids, she actually sat up and pressed my head down. As my tongue rubbed her clitoris, she lay back down weakly, trembling and gasping for breath, only pleading with burning desire in her eyes, shouting, "Faster, faster!" At this moment, she would agree to anything I asked.
I knew she was coming. I lifted her legs and knelt to penetrate her. Before I even moved, she convulsed and convulsed, her body arching in climax. I held her waist with both hands, letting her fully enjoy the pleasure. The climax lasted for almost ten seconds before gradually subsiding.
I knew she was a little tired, so I slowly slid my penis out of her vagina and lay behind her, embracing her. We didn't speak, but I could still clearly hear her rapid heartbeat. I caressed her breasts, enjoying our tenderness.
Just as I was about to kiss her face, my hand touched her face, which was covered in tears. I was stunned. I quickly sat up. Yes, she was crying, silently sobbing. I turned her over to try to comfort her, but before I could say anything, she suddenly raised her fists and started hitting me hard across the face. I was completely dumbfounded. I got up, jumped out of bed, found the light switch, and turned on the light. She grabbed the blanket, covered her face, and burst into tears. I stood
there, stunned, not knowing what to do.
I don't know what I did wrong. I don't know what to do or say. I can only stand by the bed like an idiot watching her cry.
I found M's cigarettes on the bedside table and lit one. As I smoked, I tried to figure out what was going on, but the intricate relationships were too complicated, and I couldn't make heads or tails of it. The more I thought about it, the less I understood, and the angrier I got. I've slept with you twice already, we've had everything, what can't I say? Is it
really necessary to be like this? This is the first time I've experienced anything like this.
After finishing the cigarette, her crying subsided a little, her body heaving as she sobbed. I looked at her round buttocks, her wet pubic hair, and her pink vulva tightly closed, with only a slit showing. Just a moment ago, we were experiencing intense pleasure and ecstasy, but now this bitch seemed angry, teasing me.
As I looked, a wicked thought suddenly arose in my mind. Isn't she just a slutty old woman who needs to be fucked? What's with the pretentious act? Just make sure you feel good. If once isn't enough, then do it again. I refuse to believe I can't conquer you...

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