My wife and I's true story, part 2

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Later, I worked overtime until 11:30 PM. My mind was completely elsewhere. Although I was still at the office, my heart was pounding, and I was incredibly anxious, constantly wondering what my wife and the single man were doing, how far they had progressed, and what they were doing now. My mouth was dry. I finally made it home around midnight, went upstairs to our rented apartment, and found my wife wasn't back yet. My anxiety intensified. I felt a mix of emotions: excitement, jealousy, bitterness, helplessness—a complex blend. I knew my wife was going to have a chance today. After waiting for over an hour, my wife knocked on the door. I opened it immediately. She said it was very hot today, and I said yes. She asked what time I got home. I said about an hour ago. I asked my wife how her day was, and if she had sex. She hummed in agreement and said that after dinner, the single man took her to a hotel in the Fulihao Hotel. Then she immediately asked me, "Isn't this what you've been hoping for?" I gave an awkward laugh and asked her how it felt to have sex with the single man. She said calmly, "It was just okay. I didn't reach orgasm." I asked why. She said she was sweating a lot and went to take a shower first.
After showering and getting into bed, I naturally did my usual barrage of questions. My wife responded calmly, repeatedly emphasizing that she really hadn't reached orgasm. Thinking about how this had actually happened, we were both still quite excited. I immediately hugged my wife, and during her satisfied and blissful orgasm, she gasped, "Honey, it feels best with you." I happily shook off my earlier apprehension and confidently and contentedly gave my wife a deep kiss. We fell into a deep sleep, embracing each other.

Many days passed quickly. Every day, my wife and I went to work and came home, living an ordinary working life. Anyone who's experienced it understands that sense of boredom. One evening, my wife called to ask what time I'd get off work. She had a date with a single man and asked if I wanted to have dinner together. I said I had to work overtime today and didn't know what time! "You go by yourself!" she said. She said, "Oh! Okay!" My wife said she felt uncomfortable in unfamiliar places. I said, "Why don't you bring the single man back to our rented apartment today?" She hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's talk about it after dinner!" That day, I actually had to work overtime, but intense curiosity made me cancel my shift and rush home. My wife's nonchalant answer made me suspicious, and I figured they were probably eating out. I thought I could sneak home and hide. I was sure my wife would bring a single man home today, and I wanted to spy on them to see if it was really as uneventful as she said. So, I took a bus home and looked downstairs. My room was completely dark, so I knew they weren't home and were eating out. I went upstairs, secretly opened the door, and found there wasn't much to hide in. I quickly mopped under the bed, squeezed in, and turned off my phone, afraid an unexpected call or ringtone would give me away. Hiding under the bed, time ticked by, my heart pounding, and I trembled uncontrollably. Then I heard footsteps outside, followed by the door opening. My wife led the single man in, turned on the light, and I saw my wife in high heels and the man's leather shoes under the bed. After entering the room, the single man closed the door and immediately embraced his wife. I saw her and the single man hugging, and heard them kissing. The single man was probably caressing her thighs, buttocks, and waist, and I could hear her suppressed moans of pleasure. After saying she was going to take a shower, the single man let go of her, and she went to the bathroom. The single man plopped down on the floor under the bed where I was hiding. My heart pounded, and I trembled even more, my throat tightening with nervousness. I wanted to swallow but was afraid of making a sound. I'm sure anyone who's ever been nervous understands this feeling. A little while later, the single man took off his clothes and went to the bathroom as well. I heard my wife say, "What are you doing here?" The single man smiled and said, "I'm here to help you shower." My wife said no. A moment later, I heard the sound of shower gel lathering her up, then I heard my wife and the single man kissing and moaning, and then I heard my wife whisper, "Let's go to the bed, not here." My wife said, "Go get me my pajamas from the bed. People will see me if I don't wear them when I go through the balcony." The single man said, "No need, I'll carry you there." Without another word, he picked up my wife and threw her onto the bed where I was hiding. Then I saw the single man get into bed, and immediately I heard the sounds of my wife and the single man kissing passionately, along with my wife's suppressed moans. After a while, my wife said the single man should wear a condom. He didn't want to, but my wife said, "No, no sex." So the single man took a condom, put it on, and started rocking the bed rhythmically. My wife was moaning and panting loudly beyond my imagination. I placed my hand on the bed frame, feeling the single man's thrusts. The bed frame was thin, and with each thrust, it was deformed by the pressure. My wife was also moaning happily in rhythm with the movement. I won't go into details about what happened next. I was under the bed, suppressing the urge to swallow. I was trembling the whole time I was spying. This was my wife and the single man's second date.
Later, my wife saw the single man downstairs. While they were leaving, I quickly slipped out and waited on the floor above in the stairwell. I heard my wife come upstairs and open the door. I smoked a cigarette, turned on my phone, and asked my wife how things were. She said he had just left and asked if I was off work. I said I was just back and would be there soon. Then I came downstairs and knocked on the door. My wife's face was still flushed. I pretended not to notice and asked, "Did you do it today?" My wife nodded and said shyly, "We did it at home today. He just left, so you didn't see him, right?" I said no. She said, "Oh." I asked, "How did it feel at home today? Was it better?" My wife said, "It was alright! But I didn't climax." I immediately and proudly told my wife what I had seen and heard. My wife was stunned and said, "How did you know? Were you there? Weren't you at work?" I told her the truth: I was right under the bed. I picked my wife up, teasing her, and said, "It was just okay!" Hearing you moan so loudly, so unlike me, she blushed and said, "I just didn't climax." I said, "Judging from your moans, you clearly did." She said, "I was almost there, but I didn't." I asked if you were kissing and having sex in the bathroom when we came in. She said the man helped her apply shower gel, caressed her whole body, and kissed her. It felt great, and she was very wet down there. She really wanted to have sex, and the man was going to do it there too, but she thought about it and decided to come to the bed. So in the bathroom, they only rubbed against each other's vulva without penetration. In the bed, they kissed, and the man touched her labia and clitoris, kissed her breasts, and when it felt really good, he put on a condom and penetrated her. I was thrilled and immediately held my wife down for another round. My wife always takes a shower after sex, and this time I could still feel the warmth and wetness inside her. During my wife's comfortable climax, we both reached orgasm.
A few days later, my wife and I got off work, and the single man called to invite us over. I told him to come straight to our house, and he arrived right away. My wife had just finished showering when he knocked on the door. I let him in. My wife was wearing pajamas, and he grabbed her. She immediately resisted, and I gave him a subtle hint: "Use force." I knew my wife was just feeling awkward because I was there, so I figured it wouldn't hurt if I forced myself on her. He immediately understood, grabbed her, and lifted her pajamas. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. I told my wife, "You guys have fun. I haven't showered yet. I'm going to shower first." Then I went to the bathroom... After a while, I heard rhythmic thumping of the bed outside, but this time my wife's moans were much quieter than before when I peeked. There were groans, but they were suppressed. I quickly finished showering and returned to the bed, where I saw my wife pinned down by the single man. My wife's legs were spread open, and the single man's penis was thrusting inside her. This was a real, official threesome, and I saw just how big the single man's penis was. It was definitely over 18 centimeters long, and the diameter was astonishing, as thick as my wife's wrist. I was shocked. How come my wife had never told me that the single man's penis was so big? I was a little worried about whether my wife could handle it. I didn't disturb them. At their point of contact, I saw that the single man's penis filled my wife's vagina completely, leaving no gaps. My wife's entire vulva was swollen and red, her labia were raised, and her vagina was tightly wrapped around the single man's penis, or rather, the single man filled my wife's entire vagina. As I pulled out, a large patch of red flesh came out of my wife's vagina, her labia minora flipping in and out. I couldn't resist and kissed her breasts. Her cheeks were flushed. She was kissing and thrusting with the single man, suppressing her moans. I could feel her embarrassment when she kissed me. I considered trying double penetration, but seeing the single man's size and my wife's full, tight vagina, I abandoned the idea. After we finished, the single man said he had work and left. My wife and I fell asleep in each other's arms. I asked her, "Why have you never told me how big the single man's is?" She said she never dared to look at him before, but it felt very full inside, quite large. I asked, "Did it reach your G-spot?" She said she thought it did. I asked, "Did it go all the way in?" She said she didn't know, just that it couldn't go any further! That meant it went all the way in! I asked, "Did it feel good to be penetrated all the way in?" She said that penetrating all the way in definitely felt different, a really full feeling. I told her, "You don't know, I saw the flesh inside your vagina being pulled in and out, and your juices were flowing down your buttocks." She said she could feel her own juices flowing down too. I asked, "Did you orgasm today?" My wife said, "Not yet. Several times I almost came, but when I thrust hard, I didn't." My wife likes to slowly grind against her clitoris, that makes it easier for her to orgasm because that way her clitoris and clitoral hood can have full contact. I knew that. Letting go of the orgasm issue, my wife and I started our second round of sex that day. It was still so wonderful and comfortable, but her vagina, which had been stretched so much, hadn't fully recovered yet, and I could feel a different kind of emptiness. I have to be honest about that.

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