That year, it was our first time as a couple (6)

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As she nearly collapsed into a limp fish, they switched positions. This time she was on top, kissing him from head to toe, all the way down to—his manhood. It was dark, so I couldn't see clearly, but I could see her kneeling below, earnestly taking it in and out, each time lifting her head to pull it out and swirle her tongue around it.
I imagined what it looked like in her mouth, and what she felt, and what he felt. My former pride, my former confidence,
crumbled piece by piece.
What did it mean to me that my wife was willing to do this for him? Although I had enthusiastically imagined the scene that night and told her—"Just relax and enjoy it, you can be like a couple deeply in love..."—now, seeing this, I remembered—how long had it been since she had willingly done this for me? The contrast... for
a moment, I felt truly an outsider; inside, they were the only loving and legitimate couple.
After those long few minutes, he had her turn around, 69. She knelt down, completely naturally and willingly, continuing to suck and lick him. But soon, his tongue drove her back to a frenzy. She writhed in his mouth, moaning loudly, rubbing her face against his back and forth, and began frantically sucking and licking his penis. At times, seemingly unable to bear the pleasure, she lowered her head, pressing her face against his large member, rubbing it as if it were the most precious treasure in the world…
—Outside, I was completely dying!
Except for that ignorant thing below, rock hard, throbbing with excitement…
I tried hard to control my urge to rush in, yet I couldn't resist her wanton and intoxicating beauty. I started excitedly masturbating, but stopped after only a few strokes. I had to stop because I felt I was about to ejaculate.
I forced myself to leave to smoke a cigarette and returned to another room to avoid such intense stimulation. I had to save it; I desperately wanted to save it so I could ejaculate inside her so alluring and lewd body. (Even now, as I write this down, recalling that time, my heart pounds so hard I feel like I can't breathe, and... shamelessly, I wanted to immediately—make my wife experience her favorite handsome man again, to once again display her wanton beauty.)
Back in the room, I tried my best to control myself, to endure, until I heard the door click shut.
Why? I quickly went back outside and listened intently. This time, her moans and his muffled, barely audible voices seemed to be right behind the door. In fact, they were right behind the door. Later, I learned from her that after she had another orgasm, his already impressive penis went limp as soon as he put on a condom, leaving him quite frustrated. So he told her to come find me first. Just as his wife reached the door, stopped, turned back, and teasingly asked, "So, am I really leaving now?" (meaning: Are you really willing to let me go?), he suddenly jumped off the bed, grabbed her from behind, pressed against her, and embraced her breasts, touching them; his mouth pressed against the back of her neck, begging...
—hitting the nail on the head, a perfect score!
She loves this, absolutely!
She often fantasizes about this kind of scene with men during our lovemaking, and then her passion erupts.
So she giggled and stopped, letting him hug her from behind by the door, violating her, kissing her from top to bottom, down to her proud buttocks, even spreading them open and licking her anus. She said she felt like she was dying of pleasure at that moment, that she only wanted to belong to him. She braced herself against the wall, spreading her legs and raising her hips for him, letting him continue his indecent and lewd advances…
Next, he made his wife turn around, lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder, launching another round of oral assault on her lower body. She moaned and groaned as always. As her voice grew louder and more urgent, I anxiously opened the door and went in, thinking he was already inside. But… what I saw was her pushed against the corner of the bed, legs wide open, him buried in her lower body continuing his oral work, though there was an iron rod erect—but it wasn't inside.
She weakly waved her hand at me, whether to say it wasn't there yet, or not to disturb us, and continued to press her hands against his head, moaning and writhing.
No! I'm not going anywhere now!
I patted his shoulder, and he reluctantly got up. I moved her to the center of the bed, then bent down and began to lick and tease her breasts, my tongue quickly circling and exploring his fingers... He moved over her, kissing her nipples, then caressing them and kissing her lips. Faced with this, what could she do? Like a small boat tossed about in the waves, she drifted freely, one hand pressing my head down, the other grabbing his penis, her mouth gurgling incoherently, as if lost in a trance:
... "Ah... you're all my men..."
... "Oh... I love your slutty tongues..."
... "Ah... I'm yours, you can do whatever you want with me..."
... "Uh... I want you all to fuck me together..."
...
From my initial attempts at pampering her, it had finally come to this.
Had I gotten what I wanted? Had I enjoyed it?
I was too exhausted to struggle with my inner turmoil. Hearing her wanton expressions and seeing her wanton appearance, my masculine instincts, aroused by stimulation over the past half hour, could no longer be restrained. A surge of excitement coursed through my brain, my body, and my very core. Her seductive moans were the bugle call to charge me.
I rose, gripped my weapon, and thrust in.
Grabbing one of her breasts, I sped, sped, sped—with only one thought in mind—to kill her on the spot, relentlessly—to shoot her dead!!
While brutally ravaging her, I asked, "Are you enjoying it now?"
She replied, "...Yes!..."
I asked again, "Do you like it?" She
replied, "...I like it!..."
With all my might, I asked again, "Do you want...us...to...do it with you at the same time?"
Before I could finish, she blurted out, "Yes! Yes! I want it..."
The perfect slut—was born into my life.
I bestowed countless halos upon her, knowing I could never abandon her. Although legally she was my wife, I felt myself falling in love again from this moment on. I would pursue her with all my might, without the slightest slackening.
Perhaps seeing our state, he lost his nerve again. Anyway, just as I was about to collapse from exhaustion and signaled for him to continue, he couldn't go on. Seeing him like this, I lay down to rest for a bit, then went back to another room with her.
Before leaving, I told him that he could come over anytime he was ready. Back in the room, I laid her down and huffed and puffed for a while. Just as I was about to change positions, he crouched down and darted in, holding his hard, condom-covered penis, excitedly shouting, "Sister, I'm done!"—and then rushed onto the bed…

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