I gave my wife to my brother (forwarded)

My wife was born in 1987. She's beautiful, with a great figure, and at 172cm tall, she exudes elegance. She never wears makeup, lives a simple life, and is a typical domestic goddess.

I remember the first time we had sex, we did it all night long, and I ejaculated seven times. The first few times were fine, but the later times I couldn't ejaculate much, but I still kept going. How could I not be addicted to such a beauty? Especially her breasts, round and large like pearls, I couldn't stop touching them. Even now, I still caress them every night, and I can only fall asleep while touching them.

I'm more than ten years older than my wife, and we have a harmonious and happy life, everything is fine. After one wonderful sexual encounter, I suggested finding another man to join us. She didn't react at all; there was no surprise or anger, just a calm question about why. I said it was just for a bit of excitement, to let you experience someone else.

She laughed and said she wasn't a virgin, nor did she have particularly strong desires, so there was no need to do that.

I insisted, giving her a bunch of reasons to persuade her, and finally she said, "If you like, go ahead, safety first." Then she asked if I had already experienced it. Actually, at that time I was having a passionate affair with another couple, but I still didn't dare to tell the truth. I rambled on about all sorts of nonsense about married life, from ancient

times to the present, and I think she believed me. This is our life. My wife is such a simple person. Her sexual needs are average. She only has one orgasm and doesn't want to do it again. Sometimes, even if it lasts a little longer, she still loses interest. In the first few years of our marriage, I was always focused on my own pleasure. I didn't even know if she had orgasms. Until one time during sex, she showed a different reaction. She was panting heavily, trembling and convulsing. At the crucial moment, her body stiffened and became rigid, and then she went limp. That's when I suddenly realized and regretted letting her miss out on so much enjoyment. From then on, observing her and paying attention to her reactions became the focus of every time we had sex. As a result, the quality of our sex life improved, and she became more and more obedient and considerate to me.

I know that my wife will definitely listen to me, and my ideas can definitely be realized. But I still can't give her to my friend (LHG), even though I really want to.

My other friend, M (SCM), was a former colleague of mine. I'm about two or three years older than him. We worked at the same company for a few years; he was a technician. Later, he quit to start his own business, and we lost contact for a while. Then, he came to the company to discuss his business, and we reconnected. From then on, he often treated me to meals, and sometimes we'd go to sports games, watch movies, take baths together, or get massages together. Although I was really close to my friend (LHG) at that time, I was also frequently in contact with M. Later, both our families got involved. The kids got along very well, and the adults got along well too, often having meals and outings together.

M's wife is very feminine. She's good-looking and has a good figure, but she dresses very well, elegant without being flashy, quiet and gentle, always with a smile on her face, making people feel very comfortable. Every time we ate at their house, they treated us very well.

For about two years, the two families maintained this back-and-forth relationship. Then one summer, the children were away at summer camp. One evening, the four of us adults went out for barbecue. When we were almost finished eating, M's wife had to go back to her parents' house because of some business. The three of us drank until after midnight. M and I were both quite drunk. After paying the bill, my wife dragged the two drunkards and us home.

When we got home, I sobered up a bit. M was already asleep. I groggily carried him to our master bedroom bed. My wife was very unhappy and kept complaining. Seeing M lying there sprawled out, disheveled, with half his belly exposed, my wife kept nagging me to move him to the guest bedroom. I was frustrated and annoyed, but I couldn't get angry; what she said was true.

My wife changed her clothes and went in and out making the bed. When she came in and saw me still standing there in a daze, she asked why I hadn't gotten rid of him yet. In a fit of anger, I grabbed my wife, pushed her onto the bed, and pinned her down. She was about to scream, but seeing my furious expression, she swallowed her words. Without warning, I reached inside her clothes. She had just taken off all her clothes and changed into her pajamas; she was completely naked underneath. I grabbed her breast with one hand and probed her slit with the other, roughly shouting, "What are you looking at? I'm going to fuck you! I'm going to fuck you right in front of him! We'll both fuck you!" I yelled as I roughly began to fuck her.

My wife struggled, muttering under her breath, "Are you crazy? What if he wakes up?"

I said he wouldn't wake up, and even if he did, it wouldn't matter; he could watch us, or we could join in.

My wife firmly refused.

I said firmly, "I have to fuck you now."

My wife said we could go outside and do whatever we wanted.

I said angrily, "I'll fuck you right here next to him. I want him to fuck you."

My wife stopped struggling, looked at me, and asked, "Do you like this?"

I nodded, changed my tone, and pleaded with her, "Promise me, he won't wake up, he won't know anything. I want you to experience this just once, just once, please agree."

My wife stopped talking, closed her eyes, and I took the opportunity to pull her pajamas up from the bottom, leaving her completely naked. She instinctively tried to stop me, but it was too late. The pajamas were incredibly smooth, so they were easily removed. Her face instantly turned bright red, and she tightly covered her breasts with her hands, saying shyly and panickedly, "This is so embarrassing! How awkward! How can I face anyone after this?" She reached for the blanket, but I grabbed it and threw it on the floor. "

That's the thrill I wanted. Listen to me, everything will be fine. The more you make a fuss, the faster he'll wake up."

These words worked. My wife stopped struggling. I held her down, removed her hands, and greedily sucked on her breasts, licking the nipples, stretching them, and then letting them bounce back. A finger massaged her labia majora, intentionally or unintentionally rubbing her clitoris. My wife closed her eyes, trying her best to hold her breath, her legs tightly clamping my hand, twisting her buttocks.

She aroused my fighting spirit. Little brat, I'll see if you don't get horny.

I pulled her into my arms, pressing her between me and M. I kissed my wife's burning face, constantly calling her a little slut, "M is about to fuck you, he's right next to you, let him watch you get horny, you have to be horny for him, seduce his penis until it's as hard as an iron rod..."

I stimulated my wife while fiddling with her labia. I didn't know if my wife was aroused, but I was fucking about to explode from my own lewd words. My penis was as hard as an iron rod, rubbing against my pants and burning. I can't describe my specific feelings. I just wanted to split open, just wanted to explode, to explode until I was dizzy and disoriented. I shoved my tongue into my wife's mouth and began to swirl it wildly. Her once stiff body softened, her breathing became heavy, her eyes were tightly shut, her face was burning hot, and her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck.

I breathed hot air into her ear, encouraging her to touch M, touch his hands, touch his face. My wife shook her head vigorously, but I pulled her head towards M's face. She resisted, but her face still touched M's. Perhaps because it was too hot, M actually moved slightly, and my wife desperately pulled away. This small movement almost made me ejaculate.

I rolled onto my wife, kissing her as I spread her body wide, interlocking my fingers and lifting her arms above her head to soothe her. I kissed her again, saying, "This might be our only chance. Let's not miss it. Let's unleash all our dirty, shameful thoughts. Let's be wanton and promiscuous. A hundred flavors of life can't compare to one extraordinary encounter. When the years have passed, perhaps the only thing we'll remember is this shameful past. Don't think about who we are; we should think about how to get exciting..." As I

rambled on, I used my toes to pry open her legs, pulled out my hard penis from my pants, and rubbed it against her labia. A large amount of pre-ejaculate fluid flowed from the head of my penis, making her labia sticky. After rubbing for a while, I inserted it. My wife gave a deep "hmm," her eyes narrowing, seemingly getting into the swing of things.

I inserted myself but didn't move, still chanting for her to call me M. If she called me M, I'd fuck her; if she didn't, I'd continue rubbing her labia, sucking and playing on her nipples, stimulating her sensitive areas, making her unbearably itchy. Combined with verbal stimulation, it made her feel like she was being tormented by a hundred scratches. She punched my waist, glaring at me angrily, but I ignored her, continuing to rub against her, insisting she call me M, begging for M's fucking, saying she was incredibly horny. The unspoken understanding between husband and wife is knowing each other. I knew where her sensitive areas were, I knew where her weaknesses were. When I stuck out my tongue, the tip slippery and teasing her earlobe, she succumbed, whimpering "M."

I knew she surrendered, I knew she was starting to relax, I knew she accepted…

No, louder, too soft.

So embarrassing.

Don't worry, only I can hear you, he can't hear you at all, he's snoring. Just call out without worry.

"M," my wife shouted loudly.

"Say it, M, hurry up and fuck me with your ****.

" ...My wife remained silent.

"Say it. Say you're a slut, you want M's ****." I started thrusting into her

, one stroke at a time. "M, hurry up and fuck me, hurry up and fuck me with your ****..." My wife started panting heavily and shouted. "

Say you're a slut." I couldn't help but thrust a few times.

"I'm a slut, M, hurry up and fuck me..." "Ah... Ah,

wife, ah!" These two cries sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn't hold back and spurted out a spurt. I quickly pulled out to calm myself down, feeling a jolt of fear. I stared blankly at my throbbing penis, never imagining I had reached the peak of desire. But inside, I felt a surge of genuine anger. "Fuck you, I told you to scream and you actually did? You fucking slut..."

My heart was set on my hand, and I slapped my wife's ass, cursing, "You fucking slut, you really..." Then I swallowed the rest of my words.

My wife wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me close, looking at me provocatively. "Feeling good? Being a cuckold is exciting, isn't it? You just want to be cuckolded, don't you? Today I'll make it happen..."

She wanted to continue, but I kissed her mouth, silencing her. If she kept going, I'd explode. What is a wife? A wife is someone who knows your weaknesses best. She understands my needs too well, knows exactly what I want, and easily breaks down my defenses, turning the tables on me. She started twisting her waist and lifting her hips, her seductive charm surging, using a vengeful desire to satisfy our mutual pleasure.

I knew my wife was aroused and wanted to end it quickly, but my thoughts were only just beginning.

I held her close, teasing her as I adjusted our position, making her lie side-by-side with M. She was hesitant to move, afraid of waking M. I thrust into her again, continuing to seduce her with incoherent lewd words. Then I grabbed M's arm and placed his hand on one of my wife's breasts. M remained unresponsive, but I felt my wife tremble as if electrocuted. She then gripped M's hand tightly, pressing it against her breasts.

"M's touching you now, he's going to fuck you soon. Will you let him?"

My wife remained silent, her eyes tightly shut. "

Will you let him fuck you? Tell me, will you?" I thrust in and out forcefully.

"Ugh...

will you let him fuck you?

" "...No...

I'll let...I'll let him fuck you..." I thrust quickly a few times. Although my wife said no, I could clearly feel her becoming more wet, the fluid flowing out, making it increasingly slippery to penetrate.

I turned M's head towards my wife's face, then turned her head towards M's face.

"Wife, go kiss him, kiss his lips, seduce that idiot..."

My wife shook her head vigorously, trying to back away. I pushed her forcefully towards M.

In our struggle, we forgot about penetration.

"What's wrong with a kiss? He doesn't know, he won't wake up. What's there to be afraid of when we play around with him?" I urged her. "

You're already this horny, why pretend? With me here, what are you afraid of... He's like a dead pig right now, he doesn't know what I'm doing." Saying this, I took my wife's hand and placed it on M's face. "See, no matter what you do, he doesn't react."

After struggling for a while, my wife got tired. She stopped struggling, her hand still on M's face, but she didn't move either. I simply pulled out of her body, let her go, knelt at her feet, and licked her wet vulva, sucking hard.

My wife twisted her waist, closed her eyes, and made moaning sounds. "

Go, hold his head, kiss him." I commanded my wife.

My wife actually put her hand under M's neck and wrapped it around his head.

She licked him, licked him…

My wife actually closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out at M's lips…

What a fucking slut! I was a little angry and took a few big gulps, then inserted two fingers together, glaring at my wife.

My wife let out a soft "ah," and opened her mouth to kiss M's lips fiercely…

Stimulation can make you lose yourself or make you soar. What you crave isn't necessarily what you can handle; it can send you flying or leave you completely cold in an instant.

I've always imagined what it would be like to have sex with my wife with another man. Just imagining that scene makes me incredibly aroused, but when it actually happens, there's a lingering sense of restraint. I'm conflicted about what I really want; I'm greedy yet reluctant. I hope for this yet don't want it; all sorts of illusions intertwine, the more chaotic, the more stimulating.

When I placed M's hand on my wife's breast, I expected her to remove it, but she didn't. This showed that my wife also had desires, longings in her heart, and physical arousal; her true nature was on full display, and everything she did was natural.

My complex emotions fueled a surge of hatred, and I frantically thrust into my wife. The harder I fucked her, the more frantically she French-kissed M. Even if M moved slightly, turning his head away, my wife would still follow suit.

I was enraged, about to ejaculate, so I quickly pulled out, glaring menacingly at my wife kissing M. M's mouth opened slightly, and my wife's tongue slipped inside, teasing and provoking like a bitch in heat, unrestrained, focused, and frantically doing one thing. I couldn't resist joining their French kiss; I held their heads, my tongue entwining with my wife's.

After a brief respite, I got up and patted my wife's buttocks. She immediately knelt down, sticking her buttocks out. I thrust in with my long penis, and my wife's body trembled. She let out two soft moans, and I gave her a torrential downpour of thrusts. My wife's body went limp as she lay on top of M. I pulled out to catch my breath and reached out to undo M's belt. M was wearing casual pants without a belt, just a string. M was still fast asleep, only his hand, which my wife was licking, would occasionally rise and fall.

Looking at my wife's slightly open opening, it was covered in stringy fluid, her pubic hair all matted together and glistening. Her entire buttocks and thighs were wet, and that oval little hole seemed to be breathing out hot air. My head was buzzing. I stuck my tongue inside; it was slippery and warm.

I took off his pants…

My wife slowly straightened up, her fingers brushing across M's chest, pausing hesitantly at his waist. I looked up, my blood rushing upwards, and bent down to insert my penis into her. I stared intently at my wife's hand, slowly rubbing her vulva. My wife started trying to pull down M's pants, struggling, failing after several attempts. I jumped off the bed, grabbed M's waistband with both hands, and yanked it down to his buttocks. With another push, the pants were down to his knees. I tossed them all down, revealing a pair of silk purple shorts to my wife.

I grabbed her hand, "Touch it, let it go inside your cunt."

My wife didn't move.

I held my wife's trembling body, kissing her, kneading her breasts, licking her body. Slowly, she placed her hand on M's shorts, gently stroking them. M's crotch wasn't very bulging. My wife's touch was slow and light. I stared at her movements, my mind suddenly blank. But I held my wife's head down, and she buried her head between M's legs, wriggling incessantly. I didn't know if she was licking him or rubbing his penis. Watching her bent over, servicing another man's penis with such a horny expression, my penis couldn't help but twitch a few times. Without missing the opportunity, I jumped over, pressed her waist, and thrust in again. "You're so horny, I'll make you horny, I'm going to fuck you to death today..."

I bombarded her with incoherent words. My wife swayed and raised her head. I saw a large wet patch on the front of M's underwear. It seemed my wife had really licked it. The bulge in M's underwear was also larger than before. Was M actually hard?

As I was thinking this, I watched as my wife slowly pulled down M's underwear. A semi-erect penis sprang out, its glans exposed, dark and shiny, with extremely thick pubic hair. The scrotum lay softly, making the testicles appear large. My wife didn't stop, but continued to pull M's underwear down below his knees. Her movements were gentle yet firm.

M's penis was similar to mine, not as long, and only slightly thicker. It was very dark, but its shape was very attractive.

I looked at my wife, and numbly pulled out my penis. I didn't know what she was going to do next, and I was so nervous that I dared not breathe.

My wife gently held M's penis in her hand, gently stroking it, as if she were comforting a baby, with a look of infatuation and deep affection, longing and tenderness.

My heart was churning like a stormy sea, my heart was in my throat, I was terrified, but also extremely eager. My heart was screaming no, but my hand was rapidly stroking my own penis.

Just when I feared it, my wife lowered her head, slightly opened her mouth, and naturally took M's entire glans into her mouth. My heart skipped a beat; a huge rock had suddenly fallen from the sky and crashed to the ground, shattering everything. I felt my body involuntarily shudder

, and a stream of semen shot out. I gripped my penis tightly to stop it from throbbing, then slapped myself hard across the face. I closed my eyes in despair, filled with regret. In reality, I suddenly became much more sober; the passion vanished instantly.

My wife merely glanced at me indifferently, without stopping, continuing to slowly and gently suck on M's penis. Sadly, M's penis didn't continue to grow; it remained semi-erect.

I paused, and my penis went limp. I didn't know what to do, and stood there, stunned.

My wife reached out and pulled me in front of M. While giving M oral sex, she stroked my penis with her hand, her eyes narrowing at me with a seductive yet provocative gaze. Looking at her, I gradually calmed down. I reached out and brushed her hair aside to make it easier for her to give M oral sex. My wife lifted her head and took my penis into her mouth as well. So, I brushed her hair aside while she gave me and M oral sex alternately. Our eyes met and collided. In that instant, I suddenly felt relieved. We belonged to each other; we were enjoying pleasure,

just enjoying, nothing more. Thinking this, my penis actually got hard again.

I gestured for my wife to let M sit on top of her. My

wife laughed, shaking M's half-erect penis. I laughed too; it was impossible to insert.

My wife suddenly said, "M's penis looks really good, and it feels really good to suck. Why don't you try it?"

I quickly shook my head. "

Let's try it. He doesn't know anyway. Let's just treat it as us playing with him." My wife blushed, even showing a hint of shyness.

I shook my head firmly. No, it's disgusting. "

I'll let you try," my wife said, giving me a slightly malicious smile. "You're the one who wanted to play, but you won't cooperate?"

I looked at her, then knelt down and took M's penis into my mouth a few times. M's penis was a bit soft, and it felt like a thick, flexible tube. After

a while, I lifted my head.

"How does it feel?"

"Nothing much." "

Didn't you say it was disgusting?

But it's not enough to make me throw up."

My wife smiled mischievously, speaking in an incredibly gentle and coquettish tone, "Honey, fuck me now, I want it."

I quickly turned around and thrust into him from behind. As I slowly thrust, she played with M's penis, her lips moving in and out, making a slurping sound, making M's penis wet and shiny, incredibly fresh. Watching her,

I felt a ticklish, itchy sensation, like a hundred claws scratching my heart. I felt both hate and pity, wanting to resist yet also wanting to, my penis getting harder and harder. "

Let M lick it for you," I said. "

He's like a dead pig, how can he lick it?"

"Even rubbing against him is fine, I can't let him get away with it so easily now."

My wife didn't say anything, but straightened up and straddled M's head, her buttocks swaying on M's face. M was uncomfortable, his hands constantly rising and falling, and his head swaying from side to side. Feeling unsatisfied, my wife turned around, sucking my penis while rubbing her vulva against M's mouth. Suddenly, she hugged me tightly, her body convulsing with my penis in her mouth—she had an orgasm.

After the brief orgasm, my wife straightened up, and I realized she had urinated all over M's face. M coughed a few times and turned his head away. My wife and I looked at M's face and smiled. My wife hugged me tightly. "Honey, today was so exciting."

I licked her lips. "It was really exciting, so great, but I regretted it when I saw you sucking M so well." "

You're jealous? Don't worry, I'll always be yours, and you'll always be mine." My wife poked my chest. "I'm here in yours, and you're here in mine. We can't get too involved; we can't lose each other in this game."

I excitedly hugged my wife.

My wife whispered in my ear, "Want to cum?"

"Mmm."

She got up, found a condom, tore it open, and then gave me oral sex. After she finished, she put the condom on me, then leaned against M, legs spread, looking like a slut being fucked.

I easily penetrated her.

A storm of thrusts ensued, and my wife murmured, then suddenly she shouted, "M, fuck me...M, I'm a slut, come fuck me...M, I love your pussy...M, my husband loves to fuck me with your pussy...M, my husband loves being cuckolded...I want M...I want M to fuck me...Husband M is fucking me...Husband M is fucking me so good..."

I couldn't handle her lewd stimulation; I couldn't control myself, and in the blink of an eye, I ejaculated.

We both reached orgasm simultaneously.

When I climbed off my wife, I found her pressing M's hand tightly against her breast. Had my wife really opened up? Had she fully accepted the game? Or had she simply let loose and become more sensual? I really don't know...

I took the condom off my penis and handed it to my wife. She took it and asked, "Where should I put it?"

I just said, "Put it on M." Then I collapsed onto the bed. I was so tired, utterly exhausted. I didn't care what my wife did afterward.

The next day, I was woken up by M; it was already past 10 a.m. It was just the two of us in the house. My wife had already gone to work; she works in warehouse management and has to leave at 3 a.m., which M knew.

When I woke up, M was hugging me from behind, his penis, like an iron rod, thrusting against my buttocks. His hand was still stroking my penis. The scene was a little awkward. I kept my eyes closed and didn't move, casually asking, "What time is it?" "It's past

10," M said, but he didn't stop, even showing signs of wanting to go further.

I quickly grabbed his hand, but M, breathing heavily in my ear, asked in a muffled voice, "What's with the condom on my penis?"

I was stunned. I hadn't expected this, hadn't thought about this question.

What had I done last night?

I remained silent, unable to find a suitable topic to explain.

"Did I ejaculate? With you?" "Still with your sister-in-law?

That was my ejaculation.

Why is yours on me?

She put it on you after we finished.

" M suddenly hugged me tightly. "You two had sex right next to me?"

I didn't say anything. "

Then, do you know? Who took off my clothes? My face is wet, and my body feels sticky and uncomfortable. How did this happen?"

I turned to look at M. "Don't ask anymore, okay? I know everything you can think of, except you can't move." I actually got a little hard from his question; it was soft before.

M noticed too. He kept holding my penis, and looking at me with a flushed face, he suddenly said, "Can we have sex?"

I laughed awkwardly. "We?"

"Yes, us. You can do me, or I can do you." As he said this, he flipped over and pressed down on me.

I quickly restrained him, but he leaned over and kissed me, saying, "Brother, do you want me to play with you guys? Does your sister-in-law like to play like this, or do you? Actually, I've wanted you to play with us for a long time."

I was completely terrified by him, my jaw nearly dropping. I stared at him blankly, wondering if they were like me too?

M knelt down excitedly, reaching for my penis. I quickly stopped him, saying, "Don't do this, I don't like it."

M looked at me, "I'll give you my wife tomorrow."

I looked at M, momentarily doubting if I'd heard correctly.

M said seriously, "My wife is also very horny, but I can't satisfy her. I've long hoped you could join in and help me satisfy her." Saying this, M lay back down and hugged me, "Brother, let's switch. I've long since stopped treating you like an outsider. We'll be together then."

My God, something I never dared to dream of! What's wrong with people these days? I was stunned and couldn't recover for a moment. "

Brother, I want to cum." M took my hand and placed it on his penis.

I numbly began to stroke him quickly. He did something I never expected: he kneaded his nipples with both hands.

I was intently masturbating him when, in the blink of an eye, his body jerked, and spurts of semen shot out half a meter. I was astonished. "Wow, that's a lot! It's everywhere! How long has it been since you last came?" "

Almost a year, right?"

I looked at him in surprise. "What is this…"

M kept his eyes closed, his chest heaving, and didn't speak.

I didn't press the matter, jumped out of bed, and quickly took a shower.

A little while later, M came in, and we chatted about random things while showering, without feeling awkward. After

a simple breakfast, just before leaving, M suddenly asked me, "Want to fuck my wife?"

I couldn't answer immediately. M kept staring at me, waiting for my reply. "

Let's do it together sometime."

M laughed. "Okay, I'll definitely fuck her for you then."

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