My First Time with Three

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Finally, my wife became someone else's possession.
Continuing from the previous episode.
After getting to know each other better, and after my wife confirmed she liked him, I expressed some requests and concerns, which her boyfriend readily agreed to. So, the choice was basically made; the next step was to get my wife to relax and enjoy herself.
The breakthrough came that evening. As she looked at the comments on the website, she gradually became excited, and we began our sweet communication. While we were making love, I suddenly had a thought and asked her if she wanted to record a voice message for her boyfriend (pay attention, this is the key breakthrough!). She blushed and agreed (proving that a woman's conservatism can only tremble in the face of sexual urges). With my accelerated thrusting, she recorded a seductive voice message, and as if freed from some shackle, she pressed send. The result was that I was diligently working on top, while she played on her phone beneath me. If it weren't for her increasingly slippery vulva, this would have been a standard prostitution scene, and the kind involving a sex worker with very little professional ethics. Of course, reality is not what it seems. That night, she was unusually wet, and I could feel her passionate excitement—another perfect, sweet experience.
With the groundwork laid the night before, the rest was a natural progression. We arranged a meeting time and mentioned safety and health considerations such as a medical check-up. Everyone was eagerly awaiting the meeting. The next few days were indeed filled with anticipation, excitement, and agonizing anticipation. We were all like we were under a spell, just waiting for what was to come. There was a little incident in between. One day on my way home from work, I picked her up. With anticipation for what was to come, she seemed to be falling in love with me for the first time, becoming wet the moment we met. So, in her empty office, we made love for the first time, and I even gave her oral sex until she climaxed. That feeling is still unforgettable.
After a few more days of agonizing waiting, the appointed day finally arrived. Her boyfriend, who was from out of town, went to the hotel early to familiarize himself with the venue and arranged an afternoon tea break for our meeting. We arrived one after the other after work. When I met her at the hotel entrance, she was like a lively little elf, both nervous and expectant. Her face, brimming with a mix of positive and negative emotions, was exceptionally beautiful.
With the elevator doors dinging, we met for the first time (thankfully, the masks provided a buffer). The rest of the time, drinking tea, chatting, and eating, went smoothly, and everyone behaved themselves (though both were a little nervous since it was our first time). As we downed glass after glass of red wine (the little girl insisted on finishing it all), I had to suggest we get down to business.
After arriving at the room, my husband and I went in first, while her boyfriend stayed in the suite's living room. To avoid making her feel awkward, I asked if she wanted me to stay out of her sight, and if so, to tickle the back of my hand; otherwise, to tickle my palm (we were both too nervous to speak at this point), so naturally—I squatted in the living room. After her boyfriend finished showering, they officially started flirting on the sofa, and I naturally peeked through the door. At that moment, my wife, the person I love most, was kissing another man on the sofa in the room. Although I didn't think much of it at the time, a wave of bitterness washed over me, and even the scene before me became slightly blurry.
I only vaguely remember that as they embraced and kissed, she gradually kissed down to his chest and stomach, then untied his bathrobe, started stroking him, and then bent down to take his penis into her mouth, swallowing and releasing it repeatedly. I gradually adjusted my mindset. Since she was happy, why should I be coy? No matter what, she would always be mine.
Next, she lay on her back on the sofa, letting him caress her. Her stockings were taken off, revealing her smooth and white thighs, and then her specially worn sexy panties were removed, revealing my beautiful, moist, and mysterious private parts. Her boyfriend passionately gave her oral sex, and with each breath and cry, her eyes gradually became hazy as she indulged in the pleasure. A fleeting glance caught her eye; she spotted me outside the door and beckoned me over with a hint of reluctance. Though I no longer hesitated, the bitterness in my heart was hard to shake off anytime soon. I went to her side, took her small hand tightly, and watched her expression of enjoyment. She seemed to have found support, and began to enjoy herself even more unrestrainedly.
After a while, her lover officially mounted her, thrusting into her wet, deep valley from the front. She let out a moan, as if finally achieving her goal, releasing all her repression and restraint, and began to cooperate fully. She clung tightly to her lover, her legs wrapped around his waist, trying her best to meet his thrusts, enduring each stroke. The sounds of "ah ah ah ah" were incessant. Seeing her expression of both enjoyment and lust, I stroked her back with one hand and held her arm with the other, as if encouraging her or perhaps adjusting myself. Enabling her to fully enjoy this special sexual pleasure was my greatest support at that moment.
After a brief period of frontal intercourse, they changed positions; he sat on the sofa, and she straddled him. From behind, her full buttocks were squeezed into two rounded balls, trembling with each thrust. This erotic scene finally made me temporarily forget everything else and begin to seriously appreciate it. After a while, her boyfriend signaled for a break. So I began to ride her. Still holding her on her back on the sofa, I began my beastly assault. Feeling the slippery softness of her depths, embracing her soft body, it was as if something important that had been lost had returned to my embrace. I expressed my love for her with all my might, and she proclaimed her passion with hysterical screams, releasing herself in wave after wave of rapid thrusts. Perhaps because of the alcohol, although the thrusts were intense, I never ejaculated.
Next, she knelt on the ground, between my legs, sucking on her beloved member, while her back received the relentless thrusts of her boyfriend. Watching her diligently sucking me, the undulating waves of her hips from the impact, this exquisite and classic scene finally got me fully into the mood.
Worried about tiring her out, we moved to the bed. She lay on her side, one leg raised, and was once again forcefully penetrated from the side. With each thrust, her whole body trembled in unison. I shoved my penis into her mouth, watching her being filled, her eyes filled with a dazed enjoyment that made me want to ejaculate in her mouth. As her penis quickened, she let out a series of cries, ending her first experience of being thoroughly enjoyed, played with, and penetrated by another man.
Then I lifted her legs and entered her deeply from the front. Due to the slippery wetness of her vagina, or perhaps other complex psychological factors, my thrusts were noticeably faster and more intense than usual, and she let out a moan I had never heard before. The rapid-fire rhythm, the high-pitched voice, the unrestrained volume, and her unique, slightly childlike voice seemed to tell me of her joy, pleasure, and deep love for me that night. After her boyfriend finished washing up, he joined the fray, taking her mouth into his own. Seeing this scene, I believe no man could resist the burning urge, especially since the woman in the picture was my beloved and pure wife. So I increased my speed, my whole body tense, thrusting wildly and rapidly deep inside her, accompanied by low growls, releasing all my pent-up emotions in the body of my beloved, in the body where her husband had first allowed another man to play with her.
While I went to wash up, they slipped into bed, wrapped in the covers, caressing each other and whispering sweet nothings. Although I was still a little uncomfortable, it was much better than before. Then, in bed, the second battle ignited. Later, still wanting more, I playfully rubbed against her entrance, and she, unable to resist her man's desire, enveloped me again. After it was all over, we tidied up and returned home to resume our respective responsibilities. But we both knew in our hearts that from now on, life would be different.

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