Success Story: I gave my wife to him seven times.

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Some things seem complicated, but are actually quite simple; some things seem simple, but are actually quite complex. This shows the difference between reality and ideals. I thought my relationship with M was simple, and that's how it started, but what happened next proved very complicated.
For several days after that incident, neither my wife nor I mentioned it. We both seemed busy with our own things, as if nothing had happened. But there was a subtle feeling that something was changing between us. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but there was an intangible sense that things weren't the same as before. Was it avoidance? Or unwillingness to talk about it? Or some kind of reservation? Perhaps all of the above.
Once the arrow is released, there's no turning back. It's started, whether you like it or not. Like a windowpane being torn open, everything is revealed. I don't know what my wife's inner feelings are. But I do feel a fluctuation within her. Sometimes I wonder what she's feeling. Is she still yearning? What is she thinking? Or is she deliberately hiding something?
A week later, I found a suitable opportunity, bought her a small gift, cooked dinner myself, and even opened a bottle of red wine to create a pleasant atmosphere. Feeling good about myself, after a couple of glasses of wine, my interest was piqued, and we started embracing and kissing passionately, eventually undressing in the heat of the moment. My wife, her face flushed and incredibly alluring, was stroking my penis with irresistible sensuality, then knelt down and gave me a vigorous blowjob, making my penis as hard as an iron rod.
Unable to hold back any longer, I lifted her up and pushed her down onto the dining table, pulled down her lace panties, and the wetness gushing from her vulva poured out. With a soft "plop," I thrust inside, soaking my entire genitals.
We began to make love wildly, from the dining table to the sofa to the bed. I slapped her ass while calling her a slut, asking if she wanted to be fucked, if she still liked M to fuck her, and to fuck her hard.
My wife moaned incoherently, then suddenly said, "I want a cock, come on."
I said, "Want M to come too?"
She shouted, "Let M fuck me! I love his... fuck me hard!" As she spoke, she climaxed.
This incident shocked me greatly; my head was spinning. It seems a woman's desires are limitless. My wife's instinctive reaction was real; her body and mind craved novelty, stimulation, and frenzied penetration.
Amidst endless intertwining sensations, I ejaculated profusely. Afterward, my mind went blank. I
asked, "Have you talked to M alone?" My wife said
, "No.
" I said, "Why not? Don't you want to? "
My wife said, "I don't know what to say, I don't really want to, and the feeling isn't very strong."
I understood what she meant. I said, "Actually, you two could talk alone, or talk about something else. Or I could invite him over and try it again."
My wife didn't say anything, then suddenly hugged me and said, "Do you think this is okay? Aren't we being perverted?"
I said, "It doesn't matter. As long as you're happy, as long as you want to experience something new, trying something exciting isn't a bad thing. Actually, I feel your body still wants it, your heart still craves it, right?"
My wife nestled in my arms, a little shyly saying, "I don't want to become a slut, and I'm not a slut to begin with..."
Actually, after that incident, M sent me a WeChat message the very next day to check on me. We'd chat occasionally, but we both felt embarrassed, unsure what to say, a little awkward, and it felt strange.
For the next three or four months, my wife and I frequently discussed M, even talking about random things during sex. We gradually got used to M's presence, and our inhibitions and aversion towards him decreased significantly, our mindsets becoming more peaceful. During this time, my wife and I opened up countless times, talking about sex, our relationship, our family, and our feelings for each other. This helped us understand ourselves and reality more clearly, clarify what we wanted, and view the current state of sexual civilization more rationally. Our understanding of marital sex is limited to what we can accept. I'm not a cuckold, and my wife isn't promiscuous. We're not hardcore players; we're just playing within the rules, experiencing new excitement, and enjoying a different lifestyle. That's all.
There wasn't much progress between my wife and M. Neither of them made any moves, and there was no flirtatious chatting. Maybe they were too familiar with each other, and I didn't push things along. It wasn't that I didn't want to, or that I had any reservations; I just wanted things to develop naturally. Another major reason was that, although I wasn't seeing M, I wasn't idle either. I was having a great time with my friends, and I was madly infatuated with my friend's wife's body.
M and his wife had arranged to get together many times, but a few times I couldn't make it, a few times the timing wasn't right, and I politely declined some times. I could tell my wife wasn't very interested. She wasn't very sexually active to begin with, and besides, I could satisfy her. Plus, she was under a lot of work pressure and couldn't afford to be distracted, so her interest wasn't high.
M and I did see each other often, occasionally getting foot massages, taking baths, or having meals together, but it was all normal social interaction. Neither of us mentioned this, not even a word.
One day, M called me and said that one of his clients had brought him a box of fresh seafood, and he needed to eat it quickly or it would spoil. He tentatively asked if I wanted to come to his house for seafood. That night, while my wife and I were making love, we talked about M. We were using vulgar language while we were having sex, and my wife was incredibly wet.
After I ejaculated, I asked my wife if she wanted to go to M's house for seafood.
My wife said, "You decide."
I said, "M and his wife have invited us to their house for gatherings many times. It's getting too awkward if we don't go. Why don't we all go together?" "
Okay," my wife said while playing with my limp penis. "
We can eat seafood and then have a taste of M's penis," I teased her, touching her sticky labia.
My wife calmly said, "If he dares to give it to me, I dare to eat it." "
You're really a slut," I said, and one of my fingers involuntarily poked into her vulva...

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