The Wife's Story (Repost)

I always thought my wife was an incapable woman. She's smart, beautiful, and lively, and at 29, she possesses the allure of a mature woman—naturally, many men would be attracted to her. However, aside from the occasional scandal involving me, I've always had complete trust in her over the years of our marriage.

But women aren't that different from men; they just behave differently. This is how I felt after discovering she had a lover. He's seven years older than my wife and five years older than me, and he's been a close friend of mine for many years.

I've known him for almost seven years. He's single now because of a broken marriage. He's a makeup artist, financially well-off, and has had a constant stream of women since his divorce, but most weren't interested in his financial gain; rather, they were drawn to his unique approach to women, both outwardly and in bed. My wife was one of them; she admitted that his skills in bed made her infatuated.

I discovered their relationship after nearly seven months, but I didn't confront them. First, I wasn't honest myself, so I had no right to demand anything of others. Second, for the past two years, my biggest sexual desire had been to see what my wife looked like in another man's arms. Third, their relationship was purely physical; on the contrary, my wife and I both felt guilty towards each other, naturally investing more emotionally, making our relationship more mature and passionate than before.

However, their relationship was somewhat risky during this time, as it progressed to the bedroom, and over time, feelings inevitably developed. He had always harbored inappropriate thoughts about my wife, but he was too proud and didn't have the opportunity to act on them. However, I inadvertently created an opportunity for him. He was a frequent visitor to my home, and over time, everyone became more relaxed and less formal.

Last June, I went on a four-month business trip to Germany, and before leaving, I asked him to take care of my wife. When I returned, I discovered their relationship had gone beyond friendship because I found photos of my wife and him on the computer—nude, resembling images from pornographic websites. My wife confessed and told me that they had recorded a video with other people! I never imagined my wife could be so promiscuous, but after seeing the photos and video, I felt more excited than angry.

My wife told me what happened. It was a Saturday afternoon a month after I left. My wife was taking a nap when he called and asked her to come to his house for dinner that evening. My wife had nothing to do, so she agreed. Unexpectedly, it started raining heavily on the way to his house, and she got soaked. When she arrived at his house, her skirt and top were completely drenched and she was in a sorry state. He took out a towel and helped my wife dry off.

My wife said that he had offered to help her dry off, and she didn't refuse. However, he knelt down and wiped my wife's feet and legs, constantly praising how beautiful her feet and legs were. After that, he made my wife change into his clothes. My wife took off her underwear in the bathroom and put on his shorts and a long short-sleeved shirt. My wife had just come out of the bathroom when he suddenly pinned her against the wall, hugged her, and kissed her neck. When she tried to break free, his hand was already inside her shorts; she wasn't wearing underwear. She said she didn't know what to do.

Just then, he suddenly ripped open her shirt, pinned her hands down, and took her nipple into his mouth. My wife's nipples are usually her most sensitive spot during sex, and she completely loses control when I take them in her mouth. She was the same way then, and all he said to her was "I love you to death." Under these circumstances, she completely lost control and let him do as he pleased.

He then stripped her naked, carried her to the sofa, licked her body all over, and then made love to her. She said she let him do as he pleased on the sofa all night, and that his techniques and skill were something no woman could resist.

From then on, she was hopelessly addicted. He constantly came up with new ways to make her swoon and have sex with him; they did it in bed, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, on the table, and outdoors. During her time with him, she was a complete slut.

I talked to him and told him that his wife had admitted to their relationship, which embarrassed him. I told him I wouldn't blame him, but I wanted to see what they were really like together. He was surprised and scared, thinking I wanted to punish him. I explained my thoughts to him, which he found strange. I told him to think about it for a while and then tell me, because I knew he couldn't bear to lose a beauty like his wife. At that time, his wife was also enjoying the thrill of sex, so my wish was pretty much right.

Sure enough, one day, his wife asked him if he really minded her sleeping with someone else. I knew they had discussed it, and I said, "I cherish your feelings for me more. I admit my thoughts are a bit twisted, but I really think that even if it's just compensation from you, it's still a good thing."

His wife was worried that I would despise her from then on, but I said that was impossible. If I could give her good sex, he wouldn't have had the chance to do it. His wife didn't say anything more, and no one brought it up again, but it was still a bit awkward when we met.

One day in mid-August this year, I invited him to our home. He said he was in the process of immigrating to Australia. During dinner, he formally apologized to my wife and me, and my wife blushed. I said, "You'll always be my friend." I looked at my wife, but half-jokingly said to him, "You still owe me something!" Both my wife and he were surprised. I took the opportunity to say to him, "If neither of you wants to, I won't force you, but since you're leaving, give her one last hug!"

He looked at me, then at my wife. I nodded to him, and he took my wife's hand. I noticed my wife was trembling and her eyes were a little wet. I went over and pulled them to the sofa. My wife sat in the middle, and I moved to the opposite sofa. No one spoke. He took my wife's hand again, and I knelt down and began to kiss her legs, caressing her waist with my hands.

My wife slowly relaxed. He put his arm around her shoulders and began to kiss her face and then her ears. I continued to massage her legs and slowly lifted her skirt until her fair thighs were fully exposed. Her white thong clung tightly to her bulging vulva, and my wife began to kiss him involuntarily.

He embraced his wife, who had her eyes closed, one hand resting on his chest, the other gripping a cushion tightly, completely lost in the moment. At that moment, I felt jealous and possessive, but my desire overcame my reason. I groped her genitals through her panties; she moaned, her legs clamping tighter.

I retreated to the sofa to watch their performance. He moved her legs onto his own, his lips never leaving hers. His left hand embraced her, while his right hand unbuttoned the third and fourth buttons of her blouse, revealing her bra. His right hand first touched outside the bra, then slowly slipped inside, kneading her breasts, his mouth kissing her neck and chest. His wife remained flushed, breathing rapidly.

He unbuttoned all her clothes, then his left hand unhooked her bra, leaving her upper body completely naked before the two men, her nipples hard. He put his wife back on the sofa, lowered his head, and began licking her nipples, circling them, then taking them both into his mouth. His wife began to groan loudly, clutching his head, her body writhing. By this time, my penis was already erect in my pants.

He continued kissing his wife's body gently, his right hand caressing her thighs. Then he laid her flat on the sofa, kneeling in front of it and kissing her from her thighs down to her feet. When he took her toes into his mouth, she couldn't help but bite her lip and groan, gripping the sofa with both hands.

He continued kissing upwards, sometimes circling his tongue on her knees and thighs, then slowly pulled down her skirt and underwear. His wife lay naked on the sofa. He lifted her left leg and placed it on the back of the sofa, then lifted her right leg and placed it on his shoulder. His head rested between her legs, his tongue beginning to lick her genitals. She groaned and writhed. Watching my wife being played with by someone else, I felt a surge of heat throughout my body. I really wanted to join in, but I was afraid of ruining the mood.

His tongue teased his wife's vulva rapidly. Her vaginal fluids and his saliva had clung to her pubic hair. Her pubic hair was sparse, but her vulva was thick, making it even more clearly visible—red and swollen. He then placed a cushion under her buttocks and lowered his head again to lick her vulva. One hand gently stroked her anus from below, then his tongue licked her perineum, and then her anus. His wife began to tremble and moan loudly. He also inserted his middle finger into her vagina, and she moved up and down in rhythm with him.

This continued for nearly twenty minutes. He stood up, and I noticed his penis was thicker and longer than mine, and curved downwards like a hook—no wonder his wife was so enamored. He stood on the sofa, straddling his wife's neck with his legs spread, her head facing his large member. I knew he wanted her to perform oral sex on him.

His wife quickly opened her eyes briefly, then closed them again. She gripped the base of his penis with one hand, and he thrust forward, the glans entering her mouth. She enveloped his glans with her lips, and he moved his body back and forth, moving his penis in and out of her mouth.

She began to perform oral sex on him, one hand kneading his testicles, the other stroking her own genitals. After a minute or two, he withdrew his penis and returned it between his wife's legs, spreading them apart. I examined her genitals closely; they were already swollen and red, her vagina open to a small opening about a quarter the size of a fingernail, filled with glistening fluid. Her anus was also beginning to twitch.

He grasped his penis and aimed it at her vagina. Because the glans had been sucked until it was red and hard, he easily inserted it. His wife let out another soft "hmm," tilting her head towards the back of the sofa. He thrust his hips forward, stretching her vagina open further, and his penis entered even deeper.

Suddenly, he pressed down hard between his wife's legs, quickly inserting his entire penis into her vagina. His wife cried out loudly, pressing her hands quickly to her lower abdomen, biting her upper lip with her lower teeth, and tightly clamping her legs around his waist. He knelt on the sofa, supporting his wife's waist with both hands, and began thrusting between her legs, starting slowly and gradually increasing the speed. His wife began sucking on her fingers, making "mmm" sounds.

His speed increased, and his wife's genitals began to make "plop, plop" sounds, his thighs slapping against her buttocks and genitals with crisp "slap, slap" sounds. As his rhythm shifted between fast and slow, his wife's cries became incoherent.

He worked for a while, then lowered his wife's legs, continuing to thrust rapidly while simultaneously reaching over to suckle one of her nipples. After only a few thrusts, his wife couldn't take it anymore and began to cry out, "I want it! I want it..." He then lay on top of her, her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs raised and hooked around his buttocks, allowing his penis to penetrate deeper into her vagina. Trembling, he said to his wife, "Yes, baby, squeeze me tight, harder, squeeze me like this... I love you so much, my little baby!"

His penis then thrust even faster and harder into his wife's vagina. Her vulva was covered in her secretions, her swollen labia tightly gripping his penis, pulling in and out with each thrust. I knew his wife was about to climax. Their lips met in a passionate kiss and then separated again. His head suddenly lifted, and he cried out "Ah ah," seemingly in a state of ecstasy.

He lay on top of his wife, his lower body heaving wildly, his penis pounding and thrusting into her vagina like a pile driver. His wife trembled, her mouth agape as she screamed as if crying. Then, he pressed his lower abdomen between her legs, his penis fully inside her vagina, remaining still. His buttocks twitched a few times before he ejaculated a large amount of semen into her body, then collapsed onto her like a deflated balloon.

In just a few seconds, his wife climbed up from under him, sat in my lap, and hugged me tightly, her flushed face pressed against my neck as she kissed me passionately. I caressed her; her orgasmic excitement continued, her nipples still erect, her hardened clitoris still protruding from her labia, and the semen flowing from her vagina made my shorts sticky.

As he hurriedly prepared to get dressed, I glanced at his penis, which, though semi-erect, was still quite large and covered in my wife's vagina and his semen, and said, "You two should take a shower first!" My wife wanted me to help her wash, but I said, "Why don't we shower together? Let him help you."

I took off my clothes and went into the bathroom with them. He knelt down and used the showerhead to wash my wife's groin, gently stroking her pubic hair and vulva, carefully parting her labia to clean inside, and even using his fingers to scoop out the remaining semen from her vagina. I washed my wife's upper body, but seeing her in the mirror looking exceptionally sexy under the caresses of two men, my penis remained hard, pressing tightly against her buttocks.

He knelt below my wife, turned the showerhead to its maximum, and sprayed water onto her vulva, the water washing over her labia, clitoris, and vaginal opening. My wife was aroused again, squinting her eyes and moaning "Ah ah." He stroked her for a while and then kissed her genitals. Her body went limp, and she turned and knelt down to take my penis in her mouth, while her other hand gripped his penis and began to stroke it. I couldn't take it anymore, so I turned off the shower and led my wife and him to the bedroom.

I lay on the bed, and my wife knelt beside me, giving me oral sex, while he knelt below, licking her buttocks. After a while, I had my wife stay still and moved behind her, so he could lie on the bed and have her give him oral sex. As I entered her vagina from behind, I watched his penis gradually harden under her vigorous sucking. Then I had my wife lie down, and I thrust into her from the front while he kneaded her nipples beside me.

This thrill of watching my wife being played with quickly brought me to orgasm, and I ejaculated a thick stream of semen into her vagina. He made his wife kneel on the bed, then entered her swollen, red vagina, overflowing with the semen of the two men, from behind. While penetrating her, he gently inserted his saliva-moistened thumb into her anus. Soon, she reached another orgasm, and he continued thrusting.

Finally, when she lay limp and weak on the bed, he pulled out his penis and suddenly pressed it against her anus. She cried out, "No! I don't want to..." But by then, he had already ejaculated, filling her anus and round buttocks with streams of white semen that flowed down her thighs.

That night, his wife slept between the two men until noon the next day.

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