Desires are never satisfied

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I've been married to my wife for 15 years and we have a smart son. I'm a mid-level manager in a large state-owned enterprise with a generous income; my wife runs a successful printing shop. Logically, we should be living a happy and sweet life, but we often argue about our sex life. Several times I've considered divorce, but after calming down and reflecting, I realize that aside from our sex life, I deeply love my wife. After all, she's a virtuous wife and loving mother, and as a good man, I must have the ability to identify, analyze, and solve problems—qualities I've cultivated as a manager.

There's a Chinese saying, "Blame yourself before blaming others," so I first examined my own situation. I discovered my penis wasn't thick or long enough (because I'd seen men in public bathhouses and restrooms with much thicker penises than mine; their penises, even when flaccid, were larger than mine when erect. Compared to them, mine was insignificant, and I was quite envious). This prevented her from experiencing sexual pleasure, causing her to lose interest in sex. Then I looked for reasons related to my wife. First, she dressed simply and wore no makeup, lacking strong visual stimulation for a man, thus failing to arouse his libido. Second, she was introverted and had conservative views on sex, never initiating intimacy. She was often expressionless, silent, and used monotonous positions. Despite my passionate advances, she remained unmoved, like a barber's pole—hot on one end, cold on the other. This situation became increasingly dull and uninteresting over time. These three reasons led to disharmony in our sex life, making it difficult for both of us to reach orgasm. Having identified the crux of the problem, I addressed it accordingly.

"Clothes make the man," and "Three parts looks, seven parts dressing"—these are truths.

I bought her a plethora of extremely sexy outfits: lace-trimmed panties, panties with side ties, in red, black, white, purple, and patterned colors—a riot of colors and styles, incredibly sexy. There were also many semi-transparent or even transparent slip dresses, open-crotch pantyhose, pointed stilettos, and platform shoes, one pair with a 14-centimeter heel.

These clothes, simply hanging or placed in the room, would arouse the lust of any man (of course, any flesh-and-blood, physiologically normal man, excluding those in a vegetative state or mentally challenged). He would then project an image of my wife as a seductive woman, conjuring up images of her wantonness in bed, and yearn to fuck her cunt. I also had my wife dye her hair a trendy blonde, and made her wear heavy makeup—eyebrows, eyeshadow, lipstick, and all that. When she wore these clothes, she looked incredibly sexy and alluring.

I also bought her a lot of pornographic DVDs and novels, which we watched together, sometimes even making love while watching. I even bought her a dildo. The night I bought it, I used it on her, and surprisingly, she didn't object; she actually accepted it. However, because she's petite and we hadn't had sex often before, her vagina was very tight, and the dildo, which was much larger than my penis, couldn't fit. I was afraid of hurting her and causing her to be disgusted, so I just rubbed it a few times at the entrance.

(Looking back now, I think I could have gotten it in if I had used a little more force. It might have hurt a little at first, but later she would have been more aroused because her vagina felt fuller.)

To increase her sexual interest, I also showed her pornographic articles and pictures on sex websites, broadening her horizons and showing her how rich and varied sex could be, thus enhancing her sexual desire. Persistence pays off. Thanks to my persistent, year-long efforts, my wife's performance in our sex life has improved significantly, which is encouraging, but it hasn't reached a truly satisfactory level yet; there's still much potential to be tapped. I believe that continuing with the gentle, subtle methods of training she used to receive will not only be ineffective but also a long and arduous journey. To achieve results that are difficult for ordinary people to attain, I must adopt unconventional methods and take a leapfrog approach. The only way is to have her experience with another man with a large penis, both to let her experience sexual pleasure and to completely destroy and break down her psychological defenses.

After that, I began to more directly inspire, guide, and tease my wife. When we made love, I often told her, "Go cheat on me, go find some random guy, go find a virgin!" Sometimes she would say, "Where are there any virgins left in this society?" Hearing her say that, I knew she was a little tempted, and my penis got even harder, so I continued to encourage her, "I'll find you a virgin tomorrow, let you taste a virgin's penis, let you deflower him, just like peeling the plastic wrap off a sausage, let your pussy slowly peel back the foreskin of his penis, let you see the painful yet excited expression on a virgin's face as the foreskin is slowly peeled back, let you see the violent trembling and convulsions of a virgin's body as the foreskin is slowly peeled back." "Like this, let me show you the nervous, helpless look of a virgin who wants to have sex but doesn't know how to start." Sometimes, my wife says my penis isn't good enough, that it doesn't make her feel comfortable, and that I don't bring her to orgasm. I then take the opportunity to say, "Then I'll find some random guy to have sex with you tomorrow and make your pussy feel good." Unexpectedly, she asked me, "Who are you going to find to have sex with me?"

I pressed my advantage, saying, "I'll find a handsome guy with a big penis to have sex with you; he'll definitely make you feel good." Another time, we were lying on our sides in bed, her back to me. I had my arms around her, and with one hand under her neck, I was caressing her right breast, while my left hand was stroking her buttocks and left thigh. My penis was rubbing against her buttocks, and I said to her:

"I want to touch you everywhere, but unfortunately I don't have enough hands. I really want a man to come up to you from the front, kiss your mouth, rub your breasts, and fuck your pussy with his cock, just like some men have sex with two women at the same time. I want two men to serve you and give you a high-class experience, just like Empress Wu Zetian, who had dozens of men at her disposal." Unexpectedly, my wife didn't scold me. Instead, she asked me with a lewd yet sincere tone, "If that man is inside me, where will you be inside me?" To be honest, whenever I see other men's big cocks inside my wife's pussy, just holding her and caressing her is more exciting than fucking her myself. My wife's words undoubtedly gave my suggestion full affirmation and great encouragement, and I was deeply moved because she was thinking of me while enjoying herself. She's truly my good wife. With such a caring and thoughtful wife, I'm even more determined to find her some wild man to fuck her and let her enjoy herself. Every time I said these things to her, I felt incredibly excited, my penis was incredibly hard, and she was incredibly engaged. I also felt and appreciated her charm even more. From our conversations, I could also tell that she longed to find other men, so it seemed my efforts to change her mindset were beginning to bear fruit.

The next step was to get her to actually do it. But who should she do it with? First, he had to be handsome and physically strong; second, he had to be safe and wouldn't harm my wife; third, he had to be familiar with my wife, both to give her opportunities to interact with him and to gain her trust. After much thought, I finally settled on one of my comrades-in-arms. This guy perfectly met all the above criteria. He often came to my house, and my wife had a good impression of him, or rather, liked him. With my target set, I began to act. One summer evening, I called my comrade-in-arms and invited him to my house for dinner, saying I had brought back some nice things from abroad to share with him. Before he arrived, I told my wife to take off her clothes so I could wash them and give her a shower. I got her a red thong, a red bra, a halter top that looked like a halter top (with a thin string tied around her neck and no back), a semi-transparent white mini skirt, flesh-colored open-crotch pantyhose, and a pair of red 14cm pointed stilettos. This outfit was very appropriate, perfectly presentable, yet incredibly sexy.

As her husband, I'm very familiar with her outfit, but I still can't help but feel a surge of excitement, my penis hard. If any other man saw her in this outfit for the first time, and his penis didn't ache from the hardness, he wouldn't be a real man if he didn't want to fuck my wife. When my comrade came over, I told my wife to open the door. When she opened it, his eyes lit up. "Wow, it's been so long! Your wife is getting prettier and prettier." "You're getting more and more handsome. I'm a married woman now, no matter how pretty I am, I can't compare to those young girls. Come in, stop talking nonsense." After entering, my comrade said, "A slut is good, a slut is lovable." "No matter how lovable you are, only my husband loves me" (the unspoken meaning is that you don't love me). After my comrade came in, my wife went to the kitchen to prepare dinner, and my comrade and I chatted in the living room. During the conversation, my comrade kept glancing at the clothesline in the living room. It turned out that my wife's bra, panties, stockings, and nightgown were hanging on it, all very sexy. Especially those styles, which most housewives don't own, because some of them are quite expensive. During this time, my wife went in and out of the living room several times to get things from the refrigerator. My wife has a very slender figure, a very thin waist, and fair skin. Her hands and back were completely exposed; her back was snow-white, delicate, and smooth, and looked incredibly alluring against the backdrop of her bra's clasp. Her miniskirt was so short that it just covered her panties, tightly hugging her buttocks, the panties peeking out from under the skirt, and her legs, encased in stockings, looked absolutely stunning.

My comrade's gaze was completely captivated. I glanced at his crotch; his penis was already hard, bulging his pants. After chatting for a while, he offered to help my wife cook. He was indeed a very good cook, so I agreed. I saw him taking the opportunity to occasionally bump into and rub against my wife, and my penis also began to heat up. In my mind, I thought, "Comrade, comrade, don't be afraid of your skirting the rules now. Just wait and see how my wife deals with you later. She'll fuck you so hard you won't get hard, and she'll squeeze every last drop of semen out of you before you escape."

Soon, the dishes were on the table. I took out some wolfberry wine, and the three of us started drinking. My wife, who has a low alcohol tolerance, drank less, but her face turned rosy and fair, making her even more alluring. My comrade and I drank more. With my wife's sexy attire and the effects of the wolfberry wine, my comrade's libido was aroused. After dinner, my wife said she had a headache, so I told her to go to bed and rest. I said to her, "I'll go out and buy a pack of cigarettes. I'll ask XX (my comrade's name) to give you a massage." Before my wife could reply, I called my comrade into the bedroom.

After he massaged my wife's head, I could tell she seemed to be enjoying it, so I asked my comrade to massage her back and legs as well, saying, "Don't wrinkle her skirt. Take off her tank top and skirt before you start massaging." As I spoke, I removed my wife's clothes and skirt, leaving her only in her bra, thong, open-crotch fishnet stockings, and high heels, lying face down on the bed to receive the massage. Her snow-white, soft back and smooth, elastic buttocks were exposed. My wife started moaning softly from the massage. I saw my comrade standing in front of the bed, massaging with great effort and sweating a little, so I said to him, "Take off your clothes and pants and come to the bed to massage her. First, it'll prevent you from sweating and getting your clothes wet, and second, it'll be less tiring to massage her while she's sitting on the bed." My comrade was initially embarrassed and reluctant to take them off, but in the end, he couldn't resist the temptation of my wife's body. He took off his shirt and trousers, leaving her only in a small pair of briefs. The briefs were too small, and his large penis made them look like a tent. I had my comrade get on the bed facing my wife's back and buttocks, kneeling with his legs spread on either side of her body. He sat on her thighs, his penis pressing against her buttocks, leaning forward and massaging her back and buttocks with both hands. I told him, "My wife likes this position.

Give her a good massage. I'm going out to buy cigarettes." I closed the bedroom door and left. Twenty minutes later, I returned from the street with cigarettes. As I walked through the living room and opened the door a crack, I heard lewd words bursting out: "Holy crap—oh—wow—your penis is so big and hard, it feels so good to fuck my pussy." "I want you to fuck my pussy every day. My husband's penis is short, small, and soft, it doesn't feel good to fuck me. Only you make me feel good." At the same time, I saw my comrade grabbing my wife's buttocks and thrusting wildly into her vagina. To avoid embarrassing them, before they noticed me, I quickly closed the door and went to another bedroom. But my penis was already rapidly swelling from the scene, and I couldn't help but masturbate.

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