Shared Beloved Wife (Reprinted)

"So, you're saying you'll allow me to travel with him, which means we'll be alone in a room at night? You're not just being sarcastic, are you?" Encouraged by me, my wife timidly and shyly voiced her thoughts.

The "him" she spoke of was her first love, Wan Ge.

"No, annoying," I replied deliberately with the impatient tone I'd said many times before; but only I knew it was to mask the turmoil within me.

In this game of cuckoldry, men can separate the physical from the emotional, but women are different.

Before a woman lets someone into her vagina, she might tell herself she'll kick their penis after she's satisfied, but often it's the opposite—those who can't satisfy her. And this time, the one who entered my wife's vagina was her first love, the one who died peacefully more than ten years ago, yet now gave her multiple orgasms in one night. In fact, according to her, he was the same first love who, in a half-hearted state, let him ejaculate inside her, and even climaxed again from the hot semen.
Such a first love is a tremendous source of stimulation and various tests for both my wife and me. "I won't get angry," she said impatiently, though it masked something, some things had to be clear; the next second: "But you must love me as always." Her tone was full of affection.
"Silly girl, you're the one I love most," my wife said earnestly.
"You can love him, but you're not allowed to love him more than me."
"What are you saying? I only liked him a little bit. After all, back then, if I hadn't gone abroad to study, maybe now..." Sweetie hesitated, wanting to say more.

"Now I'm married to him," I picked up on what she hadn't said.

"Damn it," she feigned forgiveness, "How can even you say that about me? I'm your wife!" She playfully

punched me. "Don't you think so too?" I said to my wife. Then I swallowed the rest of my sentence: "You just said it with an acknowledgment of this possibility," "No way!" A woman who knows shame is most adorable when she's being wanton.

"No way?" I slipped my hand inside my wife's panties.

"No, oh no, don't!" She twisted her waist weakly.

"You're all wet like this." I raised my hand, revealing a glistening sheen on my four fingertips.

"No, it's not..." I opened and closed my four fingers close to my wife's eyes, letting her see the strands of her vagina between them, making her more embarrassed the more she denied it.

"No, what... look at all this water, for whom is it flowing?"

"You—"

"Are you lying? The water a woman flows for different men tastes different." I suddenly felt I had a talent for teasing people, and continued—"If I just taste it, I can tell whether you're flowing for me or getting this wet for Wan-ge." As I spoke, my fingers slowly moved to my mouth, then I stuck out my tongue, pretending to study it.

"No, no!" My wife naturally stopped me, then probably even felt guilty and amused, and protested, having discovered the flaw in this taste theory, "How could you possibly taste it?"

"I just know." She played the fool.

"I'll punish you, and let you taste me too, see if you can tell what I'm feeling right now."

With that, I pressed her down, making her kneel before my groin.

My wife understood, obediently removing the restraints from my lower body and opening her mouth.

"Bitter," she said, referring to the taste.

"Yes, a little bitter," I said, referring to something else.

"Are you jealous?"

"A little, but excited."

"Hmm, you pervert! Seeing your wife already at the point of preparing for a romantic trip with Wan, you still say you're excited. Aren't you worried that I might get too carried away by him and just run off with him, never to come back?"

"No worries, you just said you love me the most. As long as you don't hide anything from me, I'm at ease."

"Mmm, I know, mmm."

Watching my seductive wife's head bobbing back and forth energetically, I enjoyed her skillful oral sex while reminiscing about the key stages of successfully reaching this point.

────────────2 A few months ago, my wife's first love—Wan—became a regular in our role-playing sessions.

Although his wife had also slept with other men, regardless of right or wrong, most men who commit adultery choose between stealing hearts and stealing treasures. Their psychological state tends towards the latter; after having fun and enjoying good food, they'll do less of those things. Although she didn't say it aloud, I could sense his wife's slight dissatisfaction.

Thus, the role of "Brother Wan" was logically born, and the story logically continued.

"What if I told Brother Wan that you'd slept with a bunch of men besides him, ruining your pure image in his eyes?" I said this during one of Brother Wan's appearances, after foreplay, during intercourse.

"No way!" she immediately objected. After all, he was her first love, and they had different ways of playing.

Not only did she object, but she also counterattacked.

"If you tell him, I'll tell him that you love being cuckolded, that you asked me to seduce him, and that he shouldn't be afraid, that he can openly fuck your wife and humiliate you in front of you, let's see if you dare!"

she said.

"How would you humiliate me?" I asked, my hips sinking slowly.

"You're a useless pimp," she said, enduring my thrusts, while saying things that would excite me: "Your wife is right in front of you, being fucked by him and you don't even dare to utter a sound."

"And what else?"

"Your wife has had so many orgasms from him, she's almost completely conquered, body and soul." "

And what else?"

"From now on, every time I fuck your wife, I won't use a condom until I get her pregnant."

Observing the use of subject and object is one of the easiest ways to grasp the psychological state of the role-player in a role-playing game where the brain is oxygen-deprived.

"She," I asked knowingly, to bring her to a deeper level.

"Your wife?"

"Yeah, if that's the case, how would you respond?"

"Then I'd let him ejaculate inside," she said, her body swaying up and down from my thrusts, half-breathing.

Breathing is also one way to gauge how aroused she is.

"If that's the case, would you humiliate me with Brother Wan?"

There was no answer.

“Brother Wan is in front of me, fucking you while humiliating your husband, calling me a useless pimp, saying you're about to be conquered by him, and saying he won't use a condom until he gets you pregnant. Isn't that exciting?” I summarized the scene again as I fucked her, making sure my wife understood the situation.

“Would you join Brother Wan in humiliating me too?” I asked repeatedly.

“Yes,” she finally replied.

“What? Now I'm Brother Wan, and your husband is here. How would you humiliate him? Demonstrate.”

“Kiss me.”

“Who kisses you? Call out your name.”

“Brother Wan, it's Brother Wan! Brother Wan kisses me! Kiss me in front of my husband!” She managed to shout the last part of the sentence with great effort, as if struggling to breathe.

“Okay, brother, you see? It was your wife who asked for it, not me forcing her.” I, temporarily assuming the identity of Brother Wan, finished speaking before giving her a French kiss.

She responded enthusiastically.

"Isn't it great?"

"So great!"

"Brother, I was with your wife a long time before you, I only lent her to you later. It's been so long, it's perfectly reasonable for me to take her back now." As Wan Ge, I had a knack for blurring the lines between right and wrong.

"..." I, in my silence, naturally couldn't refute her.

"Take off the wedding ring your husband gave you, give it back to him, humiliate him." Anyone who's been watching my wife knows her wedding ring often comes loose, no explanation needed.

"Here, put on both of ours." I slipped the other ring I'd prepared onto her ring finger.

"Now tell your husband whose wife you are." I asked, increasing the speed, the sizzling sounds echoing throughout the room.

"Now, now... I'm Wan Ge's wife!" My wife cried out before being swallowed by the immoral pleasure, before being engulfed by the vortex of orgasm, before losing consciousness.

And I only just managed to muster a little strength.

Someone once said that human sexual organs are in the brain.

"Was it good?"

"I was dying, I was so happy I almost fainted." Her eyes were closed, her penis twitching.

I kissed her cold, trembling lips.

"It's not over yet. Now, Brother Wan says something, and you repeat after him." Then, before her orgasm had completely subsided, my penis entered and exited again, moderately.

"What should I say?" She didn't open her eyes, enjoying the lingering feeling of her orgasm, and asked in a sultry voice.

"I, A-Wan, am willing to marry Xiao-Zhen."

"I..." My wife paused, finally opening her eyes and glancing at me.

But I quickly covered them with my palm, signaling her to keep her eyes closed.

"Say it so that the cuckolded pimp next to us can hear you, keep humiliating him, make him masturbate." My penis continued to enter and exit, and the muscles in her vagina began to soften, unlike the tightness during her orgasm, which had gripped my glans tightly and sucked on my penis.

It wasn't just entering and exiting, but thrusting.

"Ah, I, Xiao-Zhen, am willing to marry Brother Wan." After I had been thrusting deeply for a while, my wife cooperated with the play.

"Regardless of wealth or poverty, fat or thin, we will love each other." Thrusting.

"Regardless of wealth or poverty, fat or thin, we will love each other." Being thrust into.

"No matter when I, Awan, ask Xiaozhen, she will have sex with me. I have the right to use her body." Rapid thrusting.

"No matter when Brother Wan asks Xiaozhen, she will have sex with Brother Wan. I have the right to use her body." Being thrust into quickly.

"If Xiaozhen gets pregnant with my child in the future, no matter who objects, she will give birth to the child." Thrusting. "If I get pregnant with Brother Wan's child in the future, no matter who objects, I will give birth to the child." Sizzling. "Is it exciting?" I was a little out of breath.

A blush rose beneath my wife's white skin, glistening with sweat, like a thin, wine-red mist emanating from her skin. "I'm going to die, it's so exciting!" My wife's eyes were unfocused as she gasped.

"Come on, tell your husband you want a divorce, marry me, Awan, and have children." I knew she was about to explode again; it was time to get exciting.

Although some words are taboo for certain people in general, at this moment, she couldn't think about what she should care about—"Husband, let's get a divorce. I want to marry Brother Wan and have children with him!" She was just one step away from breaking the record and crossing the edge of climax. In order to cross that line, she threw away all moral shackles and smoothly recited the sentences that were considered taboo by the outside world.

"Tell him not to turn his eyes away, to watch you open your uterus, and let me ejaculate into your uterus, so that you can get pregnant."

"Ah, don't say it, husband, don't turn your eyes away, watch me open my uterus, and get pregnant with Brother Wan's child!" She had already reached the point of interpreting sentences in her own way. But this also showed that the wife's mind had been stunned by the climax.

"Let your husband raise my bastard child for Brother Wan, and you will continue to let Brother Wan have sex every day, and keep having children for Brother Wan."

I couldn't help myself either, and while I was happily ejaculating into my wife's vagina, I said the last line of the script.

"Let my husband raise Wan Ge's bastard child, I'll keep making Wan Ge have babies for him every day, endlessly, ahhhhh!" She shouted with her last breath, not caring if the obscene content would burst out the door and be heard by others; it was just to fulfill the ending of my script. Then, her back arched, her eyes rolled back, and saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth as she spoke.

This lack of decorum was, in my opinion, the most beautiful form.

"Was this role-playing enjoyable?" I asked, my exhausted little brother still lying in the wet, slumped bed.

"..." She didn't respond, only making snoring noises.

"Yes, because this wasn't role-playing,"

I answered myself, looking at her, exhausted and fast asleep, "it was rehearsals."

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