The process of successfully winning over the female lead in "Real Original Design Wife 4P" (Part 1) (Reprinted)

(Note: I can't remember the dialogue details because it's been a long time, so I've fictionalized some of them. I really don't know how to write or describe the sex scenes, so I can only write them dryly. But the overall direction is not fictional or fantasizing.)
Where to begin? Let me think back to when it started. The exact time should be around mid-2017. At that time, if I had nothing to do in bed at night, I would browse around 69 and look at the articles about success stories. As for why I didn't look at the photos, firstly, my wife was sleeping next to me, and I was afraid that if she saw the photos, it would cause a misunderstanding. Secondly, many photos on 69 were copied from the internet, and their authenticity was questionable. Also, photos give a direct and realistic impression, lacking that hazy beauty. While many of the success stories contain fantasies, it's better than nothing. After all, articles can spark endless imagination. If your wife sees them, she'll think you're reading a novel and won't have any wild thoughts. When you get excited, you can just pull your wife up to relieve your pent-up desire. In the end, your wife is satisfied, you feel good, and the family becomes more harmonious. So, I basically read articles on 69 Paradise.
I've digressed a bit. Now, let's get back to the article "Real Original Design Wife 4P." I remember this article very clearly; I saw it in November 2017. Why did it leave such a deep impression on me? First, because the city mentioned in the article is my city. After all, Weinan is a small city, and it's even more difficult to meet someone from the same city in such a unique environment. Second, the article actually listed the woman's name and workplace. Although the specific company name wasn't mentioned, there are only a dozen or so insurance companies, so finding out about someone is relatively easy for me. When I first saw this article, I thought it was just another piece of fantasy, so I only skimmed through it. But after reading for a while, I realized that her husband's writing style perfectly matched the mentality of most perverts, including myself. After reading it, I even fantasized that this woman was my wife being played with in a karaoke bar, so I took off my pants and "raped" my sleeping wife next to me, haha!
Time flew by and it was February 14, 2018. The next day was Lunar New Year's Eve. (Don't ask me why I remember it so clearly, because this day will definitely be recorded in history.)
Because it's Valentine's Day, after dinner I went shopping with my wife to pick out a Valentine's Day gift for her. By the way, let me tell you about my wife's outfit today (you might be thinking my wife has a story to tell later, don't ask, just keep reading). She wore a white undershirt, a white skirt, sheer tights, and regular casual shoes, with a mid-length down jacket over it. We ran into three mahjong buddies on the street and chatted for a bit. One of them, let's call him A, B, and C, said they were short one player and invited me to play. I said it was Valentine's Day and I needed to spend time with my wife. I told them all to hurry up and find a girl instead of just playing mahjong all day. Then another buddy, B, said, "Hey, look, your wife doesn't object, you're such a flirtatious coward." I looked at my wife, and she told me to go play mahjong while she picked up the kids from her mom's, and not to stay out too late and come home early. As soon as I finished speaking, my mahjong buddies immediately left. Then, buddy B turned to my wife and said, "Don't worry, I'll make sure he's home safely before midnight." I glanced back at my wife, feeling a little guilty. I thought to myself, "I finally have a holiday to spend with her, and I go playing cards instead. Ugh, I'm such a jerk!" Then I happily went to play cards (haha). The place was a mahjong parlor I'd never been to before. Because it was almost Chinese New Year, my usual mahjong parlors were all closed. When I arrived at the new parlor, I found another table already occupied, making two tables including ours. The parlor owner was also playing at one of the tables. When he saw us come in, he didn't get up; he just said, "You guys set up your own table and play." (Let's call the three card players playing with the owner D, E, and F for now). We chatted and played cards for about two or three hours, around 10 pm. The owner said, "Tomorrow..." It was Chinese New Year, so he prepared a few dishes and drinks for everyone before heading to the kitchen. D, E, and F sat down at our table to watch us play, chatting idly. I quickly became acquainted with them. About half an hour later, the owner had the food and drinks ready and invited us over. At first, we talked about international hot topics, but gradually, fueled by the alcohol, the conversation turned to women—about Zhang San's wife's big breasts, Li Si's wife's long legs, or Wang Wu's wife's big buttocks. Just then, our card-playing friend E suddenly asked if anyone knew someone at an insurance company; his car insurance was expiring and he wanted to see if he could get a discount. Our friend A said it wouldn't be much cheaper, and asking someone would incur a favor, so it wasn't worth it. The owner then said to us, "Do you know what kind of trucks those three drive? They're all 6-axle, 55-ton semi-trailers. Insurance for them costs tens of thousands of yuan, so having connections can get you a significant discount." While listening to them talk about buying insurance, I suddenly thought of the article "Real Original Design Wife 4P," and then I brought it up with everyone. When I told them the story from the article, all seven of them looked incredulous. Several of the card players said, "No way, this kind of thing is still popular now? Doesn't her husband feel uncomfortable?" Then everyone had a heated discussion about this issue, and I also expressed some of my own opinions. During the conversation, one of the card players, D, went to the bathroom and stayed there for a while. When he came back, we couldn't help but tease him: "Did you finish your masturbation?" He said it was too exciting and he couldn't hold back. Then the boss said to everyone, "Since this woman even revealed her name, let's take this opportunity of buying car insurance to inquire about her at various insurance companies. Maybe we can try a group sex. I've never tried a threesome before." Then the other card players said, "I've never tried a threesome before either; I don't even know what it's like." Just as everyone was chatting enthusiastically, my phone suddenly rang. I answered and saw it was my wife calling, asking when I was coming home. I told her we'd finished playing cards, and we'd grab something to eat and chat a bit more before heading home. My wife told me to try not to drink and to come home early before hanging up. Because my phone's screen saver was of my wife, all my card-playing friends saw her face when the call came in. The boss, seeing me hang up, immediately took my phone, saying he wanted to see it. Without thinking much, I handed it to him. Then, besides card players A, B, and C, the other three, D, E, and F, all pressed their eyes against my wife's screen saver next to the boss. After looking at it for a while, the boss gave the phone back, saying, "Brother, I didn't expect your wife to be so beautiful!" For some reason, I suddenly felt a strange urge and waved my hand, saying, "Beautiful? She's over thirty, has a grown child, she's past her prime." Card players A and B quickly chimed in, saying, "Boss, you haven't seen her in person, she's even more beautiful." The boss said, "Really?" My card-playing friend C said, "We ran into him and his wife shopping on the street when we came here. Do you know what his wife was wearing in this cold weather?" The shopkeeper asked, "What was she wearing?" "Flesh-colored stockings." Friend C continued, "When I saw the flesh-colored stockings under her skirt, I immediately got hard." When I heard this, I wasn't angry; instead, my little brother got a little aroused, and my heart raced. Thinking that I didn't know anyone, I started chatting freely, looking at C and saying, "What do you know? Those stockings are thicker than your thermal underwear. You get hard just from seeing a woman wearing flesh-colored pants? You're so good at this!" The other card-playing friends asked, "Have you and your wife slept together?" I glanced at them and saw the lustful greed in each of their eyes, so I shook my head to indicate no. Then they sighed and said it was a pity. Seeing their disappointed expressions, I just chuckled a few times. After a while, the boss asked me to tell him about how my wife and I met. I thought for a moment and then recounted our journey from acquaintance to friendship, courtship, and marriage. Just as they were listening with great interest, my wife called again. Because I was engrossed in my story, I casually put it on speakerphone: "When are you coming home? Look at the time! Valentine's Day and you've left me home alone!" Then my wife started nagging and hurling insults at me on the other end of the line, while I looked at everyone and gave them a helpless expression. After hanging up, my wife immediately hung up. Then the boss checked the time and it was past midnight, so he said, "Let's talk again later." I said, "No problem, let's chat a little longer." A few minutes later, my card-playing friends A and B...C, E, and F left one after another, leaving only me, the boss, and my mahjong partner D. Probably because my wife's phone call was unpleasant, we didn't talk about sex anymore; we mostly talked about life and family. During the conversation, I learned that D and the mahjong parlor owner were from the same village. D had borrowed some money from the mahjong parlor owner to finance his semi-trailer truck, and D was over 40, divorced for 10 years and hadn't remarried. He had a teenage son and lived in the mahjong parlor owner's rented house, struggling financially. My other partner E also owned a semi-trailer truck, and F was E's driver. The mahjong parlor owner also owned two hotels and was very wealthy. They didn't ask me what I did for a living. We chatted until after 1 a.m. The boss said, "You should go home quickly; it's New Year's Day, don't let your family be upset." Hearing the boss's call, I nodded and called my wife, but no one answered. Then I looked at them and said, "Sigh, looks like we're bound to have a fight when we get home." At this point, the boss told my friend D, "Why don't you take your brother home?" Then, the boss took a can of cooking oil and a bag of rice from the bedroom and handed them to me, saying, "This is your first time here, consider these as New Year's gifts." I quickly refused to accept them, and then the boss handed the rice and oil to my friend D, saying, "You'd better take your brother upstairs and wait until they stop arguing before you leave." My friend D said, "No problem." I said I could walk alone (actually, the main reason was that I didn't want them to know where I lived, since our conversation had been a bit too open). My friend D took the boss's car keys and immediately pulled me into the car. I said, "You've been drinking and you're still driving." My friend D said, "Don't worry, that little bit of alcohol wouldn't even fill my teeth. I can see you can barely walk." Then, he shoved me into the car and, following my directions, drove me home. When we got to the building, my friend D insisted on taking me upstairs. I tried to persuade him otherwise, but it was no use. After we got home, I knocked on the door, but there was no response. Then I told my mahjong buddy D that I didn't dare lock the door from the inside, otherwise I'd be sleeping on the street. D laughed and said no. I took out my key and opened the door. I saw my wife had left the light on for me, and there was food on the table, and two bottles of red wine, only the bottles were empty. D said to me, "Brother, you're so lucky." I smiled and invited D to sit down. Then I went to the bedroom and saw my wife and baby asleep. I shook her, but she didn't respond at all, and then I was hit by the strong smell of alcohol. Looking at the two empty bottles on the table, I realized how much red wine she'd drunk. While tidying her bed, I noticed she'd bought a pink lingerie nightgown, like a kimono. I couldn't resist giving her a hard pinch on the chest. But she was sleeping like a log, completely unresponsive. I covered her with the blanket, left the bedroom, and closed the door. That's when I realized why my wife was so angry. She'd prepared so many surprises for me. Sigh, I've hurt her again. Entering the living room, I saw my mahjong buddy D standing there, staring intently at my wife's and my wedding photo. Seeing me, he coughed twice and said, "Your wife is indeed beautiful." I laughed and said, "Don't joke like that." D chuckled and asked, "Can we smoke here?" I told him, "Sure, you can." D smiled, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a few puffs, and said, "It's getting late, I should go." I said, "The water'll be ready soon, have a cup of tea before you leave." D said, "Thank you for your trouble." I quickly replied, "No problem." D said, "I was thinking about how to mediate this fight, but it seems I won't need to." I pointed to the two bottles of red wine on the table, "See? He downed two bottles by himself, and now you can't even wake him up." D said, "Your wife has a high alcohol tolerance." I chuckled. Then, D abruptly changed the subject and asked, "Is what you said about the insurance company true?" I said I thought it was true, and then my card-playing friend D asked me to tell him the story again. So I told him the story again. Because the story was quite exciting, halfway through, D said he needed to stop for a bit because he needed to use the restroom. I looked at his crotch, and his erection was already quite prominent. I pointed towards the restroom, and he immediately rushed there to relieve himself. I was also getting a bit too much to handle, so I went to the bedroom alone, wanting to let loose. But there were other people around, so I couldn't. Seeing my wife's lips, I unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and shoved it into her mouth. After a couple of thrusts, I pulled it out. You're probably wondering why I pulled it out. It was because it hurt. Teeth scraping against your penis doesn't feel good, it just hurts. Looking back, I saw that my mahjong partner D was still in the bathroom. I quickly pulled down my wife's underwear, put on a condom, and went straight in. Because her vagina was so dry, she probably felt pain when I forcefully penetrated her; she let out a muffled groan. I quickly thrust in for two or three minutes, then pulled out, removed the condom, covered her with the blanket, and left the bedroom (because my wife isn't tubal ligated, we always use condoms). Since there were other people in the house, I figured my mahjong partner D was almost done masturbating. I had just left the bedroom when my mahjong partner D came out of the bathroom. We looked at each other and gave each other an awkward smile. Then I asked my mahjong partner D if he wanted to continue listening. He said he wouldn't listen for now, that he'd just released a little bit of his pent-up energy. I asked what he meant by "just a little bit," and he said he hadn't ejaculated completely, only a portion. I laughed out loud, "You managed to hold back halfway through? You're a pro!" Then, my mahjong partner D lowered his head and remained silent. He looked up again at my wife's wedding photo and sighed. I asked why he was sighing again. D lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Brother, this is our first day meeting, but I feel we can definitely become brothers. You heard about my situation at the mahjong parlor. I'm 47 years old, divorced for over ten years, and raising a teenage son. It's too difficult to remarry. Women simply don't want to marry you once they hear you're a boy." He then took another deep drag on his cigarette. I quickly comforted D, saying, "You'll meet someone eventually. Love is something you can't force." Then D continued, "These girls are too materialistic these days. Without money, even prostitutes look down on you." I picked up the conversation and asked, "So, for the past ten years or so, you've been using prostitutes to satisfy your sexual needs?" My friend D gave a bitter smile and said, "I used prostitutes right after my divorce, and as the kids got older, the expenses increased. I recently had a checkup, and thankfully I'm healthy and don't have any illnesses, otherwise I would have had to spend even more money. Now I satisfy my sexual needs by masturbating. And just now, I did something wrong." As he spoke, my friend D took 200 yuan from his pocket and gave it to me. I quickly refused, asking why he was giving me money, and what wrong thing I could have done to deserve 200 yuan. My friend D said that while he was masturbating in the bathroom, he saw my wife's underwear in my laundry basket, so he used it to relieve himself, and some semen was on it. Hearing this, I quickly ran to the bathroom and saw that there was indeed male semen on the underwear. My friend D was standing behind me. I looked at him, feeling a mix of emotions. Then, my friend D and I sat back down at the table, and I asked him: "Take this 200 yuan. Have you been masturbating for the past seven or eight years?" My mahjong partner D nodded. Actually, at that moment, I was very impulsive. I really wanted to see another man have sex with my wife in front of me, but I was very conflicted because I never had the idea of cuckolding her. This idea only came to me after reading the article "Real Original Design Wife 4P". But I didn't want anyone to take advantage of me. Seeing that I hadn't said anything for a while, my mahjong partner D said it was getting late and he was leaving. He didn't take the 200 yuan and got up to leave. I made up my mind and stopped my mahjong partner D, saying: "How about this, it's really hard for you to be a man, raising a teenager, and you haven't been with a woman for so many years. Today, I'll let you have your fun. But the condition is, you can only touch and rub, no penetration." My mahjong partner D seemed to have already guessed this ending and hurriedly said: "You're my brother. If you ever have any difficulties, I'll definitely help you with my life." "Then I said I'd carry my wife out, and my mahjong partner D asked why I had to carry her out, couldn't I just leave her inside? I said my baby's in the house, what if she wakes up? My mahjong partner D said 'oh,' and as I was about to go into the bedroom to carry my wife out, he told me to wait a moment, and started clearing the dishes from the table. While clearing, he said, 'I'll put your wife on the table later, so I can penetrate her while she's standing, and it'll be easier to kiss her, and it won't dirty the living room sofa.' I said, 'You really know a lot about dicks.' My mahjong partner D said he specifically measured the height of the table when he was standing next to it, and the table height was just waist-high." Inside. My mahjong partner D quickly cleaned the table, and then I carried my wife out of the bedroom and placed her on the table. She was still wearing her pink kimono-style nightgown. When D saw her, he exclaimed, "Your wife is so beautiful! A real stunner!" He then took off his clothes and eagerly began kissing her, his hands constantly kneading her breasts. Seeing my wife lying on the table being fondled by a strange man stirred up a complex mix of emotions within me, mostly excitement. I'd only ever seen such scenes in pornographic videos; I never imagined I'd witness something like this.It actually happened right before my eyes. When I saw my mahjong partner, D, start giving my wife oral sex, I couldn't help but walk over to her. When D saw me, he said, "Your wife is already overflowing with lubrication, quickly plug it up with your penis," and pulled down his underwear to insert it into her vagina. I immediately grabbed D and said, "Have you forgotten what I just said? Only touching and stroking, no penetration, and you're not even wearing a condom!" D quickly apologized, saying he couldn't resist, and then went to the other side of the table to continue playing with her breasts and kissing her body. Meanwhile, I had already pulled down my pants, taken out my penis, put on a condom, and placed my wife's legs on my shoulders, starting to thrust forcefully. My wife made muffled groans as I thrust vigorously. After two or three minutes, my mahjong partner D said his penis was incredibly hard and asked if he could have a turn too. I shook my head firmly. Then D asked if he could put it in her mouth. I thought, "If you're not afraid of the pain from your teeth, go ahead, but you have to wear a condom." D immediately took the condom, put it on his penis, and ran to the bathroom to wash it with water. After cleaning, D started to guide his penis into my wife's mouth, telling me that because the condom had a glycerin smell, my wife would definitely ask what was going on. "How are you going to explain that to your wife?" he asked. Then he chuckled. Seeing D's blissful expression, I asked him if it hurt. D said it felt amazing, "Your wife's mouth is a stunner; her tongue is so skillful and rhythmic as it licks my penis." As my wife and I thrust in and out simultaneously, she kept making moaning sounds. Watching her perform oral sex on another man while I was having sex with her, I ejaculated in less than five minutes. Then I lowered her legs and stood by, watching my friend D's penis go in and out of her mouth. Seeing D's blissful expression, I asked, "Is my wife's oral skills really that good?" D said, "Brother, you're so lucky. Let me tell you, none of the prostitutes I've known can compare to your wife's mouth and tongue. And this is just a natural reaction when she's drunk and unconscious. If she were sober, she could probably suck dry any number of men." "Has your wife never performed oral sex on you before?" I chuckled and said that she had done it a few times, but only because I couldn't get an erection; as soon as I got hard, she stopped. Then D pulled his penis out of my wife's mouth and said, "Come on, try it." I took over from my friend D and put my half-erect penis into my wife's mouth, slowly thrusting in and out. I found that it wasn't like what D had described at all. Then D changed to a new condom and told me that I needed to stimulate her genitals for her tongue to move. He then rubbed his penis against my wife's vulva. My wife gently sucked on my penis and let out a soft moan; I could clearly feel her tongue move. D said, "I wasn't lying, was I? Once I put my penis in, you'll feel the satisfaction of your wife's tongue enveloping your penis." Before I could even react, D's penis had slowly entered my wife's vagina. With each thrust, my wife's tongue wrapped around my penis, and her moans gradually grew louder. After about ten minutes, D yelled, "Fuck!" and then fucked my wife like a madman. My wife spat out my penis and groaned loudly, pushing the table several centimeters. Then, my friend D pulled out his penis, and since my wife had just given me oral sex, I was already hard. I put on a condom and took over from D to continue having sex with my wife. My wife kept moaning and groaning. After D got dressed, he kissed my wife several times and said to me, "Brother, it's already 4 a.m., I have to go now. The boss called several times while I was having sex with your wife, but I didn't answer." I waved my hand, and D chuckled a few times and said, "Brother won't treat you badly," and left. After having sex at the dining table for a while, I carried my wife back to the bedroom and continued. I ejaculated quickly after about ten minutes. Because I was too tired, I held my wife and fell asleep.
When I woke up the next day, it was almost afternoon. My wife and child were no longer home. I took out my phone to ask where she was. She said she was at her mother-in-law's. I said, "Why didn't you call me?" She said, "I saw you were tired, so I didn't want to bother you. If you want to come, I'll wait for you. If you don't want to come, I'll go back later. Mom said we'll spend New Year's Eve at home, and we can come over on New Year's Day." I said "Oh," hung up, and went to the toilet. Suddenly, I remembered that my mahjong partner, D, had ejaculated on my wife's underwear the day before and hadn't cleaned it up. I quickly turned around and found that the underwear was gone. When I came out of the toilet, I saw that my wife had washed it and was hanging it on the balcony. I wondered if she had found out anything. Soon it was New Year's Eve. The child was at his grandmother's house and hadn't come back. It was just my wife and me at home eating the dumplings we brought back and watching TV. Then my wife suddenly asked, "Did anyone come over last night?" I said no, why do you ask that? Then my wife immediately asked, "How many times did you have sex with me last night?" I was startled, then chuckled and said, "We did it so many times, from the bedroom to the dining room and back again. And last night you looked like a slut, a real whore." My wife gave a coquettish laugh, "I'm not that lewd. And look at my neck and chest, they're all hickeys. It's so embarrassing for me to go out like that." I chuckled again, and then my wife continued to mutter to herself, "Looks like I shouldn't drink too much. I found three condoms in the dining room and two in the bedroom when I woke up this morning." I chuckled, truly proud of my cleverness. Then my wife said she had put 1000 yuan in her change of underwear and asked what happened. I immediately suspected it was my gambling friend D, but I could only lie and say that I hadn't spent Valentine's Day with her yesterday, and that the 1000 yuan was from winning at cards. I was hoping my wife would be grateful, but she took the money and said seriously, "Playing cards is fine for leisure, but gambling is not." I touched my nose and said "Oh."
The New Year passed quickly, and in March 2018, several mahjong buddies suddenly contacted me, saying they knew which insurance company this woman named "Liu Juan" worked for. I immediately met with them to discuss how to win over this woman who seemed like a perfect "sandwich" (a metaphor for a woman who could be exploited).
(To be continued)

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