First time 3P5

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My friend pulled his penis out, straightened up, and stared at my wife. A moment later, he went to the bedside table to get some tissues to wipe her. I was watching too; my wife's legs were spread, letting him do as he pleased. After wiping, he lay down and covered himself with the blanket again. That's when I realized I was still hard and hadn't done anything yet. I quickly pulled back the blanket. My friend was on his side, embracing my wife. She was still lying flat, and his right hand was on her lap. I couldn't see clearly if his fingers were inside. My wife knew what I was about to do, so she lazily spread her left leg, leaving her right leg open because my friend couldn't. From then on, my friend slept on my wife's right side, whether on our bed, the kang (heated brick bed), or at his house. My wife would then try to penetrate from behind, having gotten used to the position of me on the left and him on the right. Sometimes when we were at home, we would try to penetrate from the right side, but neither of us felt quite right. It wasn't until last spring, when my friend came back to run some business and stayed at my house (he had bought a house), that he slept on my wife's left side once. I slept in another room. I inserted it immediately, and it felt slippery inside, without any of the other sensations others had described. The feeling and emotions associated with having someone else's semen inside were quite complex, mostly excitement. I kept thrusting hard, not out of revenge or resentment, just intense excitement. Slowly, my wife had another orgasm, moaning and starting to grab wildly. This time she had something to grab—her friend's thighs and his penis. She ended up scratching his inner thighs raw, but thankfully, he and his wife had been sleeping in separate beds for a long time, unlike us who slept naked. I don't know how long I thrust, I only saw my friend's hands touching my wife's body and my buttocks. I didn't stop and asked him if he wanted more, "Come on." My friend didn't answer, and although the bedside lamp was on, I couldn't see his expression. Then my wife spoke, "Brother Wan, I've been able to finish for a while." I thrust a dozen or so more times, I don't know anymore, then got up and went to the bathroom. There's something else I forgot to mention. When my friend and wife were having sex, and my wife got excited, my friend, for some reason, immediately stopped and asked my wife if it hurt, and if she was okay. My wife didn't say anything and ignored him. I said, "Keep going, it's okay." But my friend didn't dare to move, so I patted him and said, "Really, it's okay." Only then did he slowly start moving again, and later, when he realized what was happening, he started thrusting hard again. This incident became a joke among the three of us for a long time afterward. But I didn't mention it many times; it was mainly my wife who brought it up from time to time. If we weren't friends, we would just laugh and not say anything; if we were together, my friend would thrust hard or directly press down on my wife.
When I went back to bed, my friend didn't even look at me and continued thrusting inside my wife. After a while, he stopped and asked me, "Can you take over?" I said, "Keep playing around." He thrust for a while longer and then said, "Can you take over, I'm tired," and then he inserted himself, stopped, and got off.

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