My wife cooperated with my cuckolding (Summer Game 1)

Chapter 13: Summer Games 1 I spent a lot of time writing about this group sex party because it was the most satisfying and spectacular one so far, with perfect numbers, participants, and variety. Including Daqing who left early, there were four men and one woman, which is also my wife's highest record so far. Actually, thinking back, this was only the second group sex I've participated in. The first one felt too rushed, and many ideas weren't realized; it felt like a fast-forwarded AV film. My wife enjoyed the second group sex, but I wasn't there. This time, my wife's third group sex, I finally felt at ease to carefully appreciate her lewdness, various positions, various thrusting techniques, including dog walking, masturbation, enemas, milk spraying, and even a piece called "playing with breasts while suspended by ropes." There were both anticipated and unexpected moments; it was truly a rare and perfect group sex event. What was most remarkable was the selection of the participants: Yiwen, Daqing, and Wangzi were all compatible with my wife and me, and we didn't have any particular aversion to each other. Yiwen, in particular, managed to satisfy my wife's desires perfectly, even with the slightest bit of humiliation—it was truly remarkable. Later, there was a single man, a sadist, who fucked my wife to an extreme degree. She was completely submissive to him sexually, but his humiliation was too intense and unacceptable—but that's another story. After that, almost every one-on-one sexual encounter between my wife and me was spent immersed in memories of this group sex session. Even now, thinking back on that group sex session still evokes many exciting moments. The only thing I missed was the scene where Yiwen played with my wife's breasts with his feet—that's a slight regret. As June arrived, the weather grew hotter and hotter. I started to imagine what it would be like. By the hottest months of July and August, my wife's relationship with the three of them was even more harmonious, and she wore less clothing. The heat made everyone want to find a woman to relieve their pent-up desires. What a lewd summer that would be! If Yiwen's idea had come true, my wife would truly be a slut ridden by ten thousand men! I think some of you have already sensed something amiss. It's a real pity that the lewd summer I was looking forward to never came, and we men never managed to get together. The reason lies with Daqing. Daqing was lusting after my wife's body. He had something to do at home, but he left late. The only consequence of rushing back was that Daqing's wife became suspicious and conducted several surprise interrogations of him. Daqing had to ask Yiwen to cover for him, but Daqing's wife still discovered Daqing's conversations with us on QQ. This was a big problem, and it also implicated Yiwen, because Daqing's wife and Yiwen's wife were very close. With a little collusion, they caught the two of them red-handed. Daqing's wife even found my wife's and my phone numbers and called me. I guess she hung up as soon as she heard I was a man. Then she started calling my wife, yelling at her as soon as she answered. My wife hung up a few times, then stopped answering. But Daqing's wife called again from a different number, still yelling, which made my wife angry too. We yelled back at her on the phone, which upset her. I quickly tried to comfort my wife, but she vented her anger on me, saying that if I weren't so perverted and insisted on doing this, she wouldn't have been yelled at! My wife, when you were having sex with them and getting orgasms, when you were cleaning their dicks, why didn't you tell me? Anyway, this whole thing has made my wife and me very unhappy. Yiwen relayed Daqing's story to me, but later Yiwen couldn't go online anymore; his QQ account was often offline. Wangzi, on the other hand, because he was single, didn't get into trouble. However, my wife and I didn't have his contact information. After Yiwen was also implicated, my wife and I completely lost contact with the three of them. Until the end of June, I noticed my wife was texting on her phone, always smiling. It didn't seem like a normal relationship. I initially thought it was Xiao De and didn't think much of it. Then one weekend, while at work, she texted me saying she wouldn't be home that night and would see me the next day. I immediately pressed her for details, asking if Xiao De had asked her out. She was secretive and wouldn't tell me, only saying it wasn't Xiao De. I was overjoyed. Actually, I hate Xiao De; he's all sweet talk and never does anything substantial. If they went out to a hotel, my wife would definitely have to pay. Since it wasn't him, it didn't matter who it was; I'd be happy to sleep with my wife, haha. Since she wouldn't tell me, I let her be. I wasn't afraid of her sleeping with other people anyway, and besides, she'd tell me when she got home. Of course, I guessed a few people, like Boss Cao, the man seduced by my wife's beautiful legs, who chatted with her for a month and then brought her home for one night. Although my wife hasn't spoken to him since, it's not certain she'll never talk to him again. What if Boss Cao has recently made her happy again? Or maybe another colleague? Besides Xiao De, my wife also has a good relationship with a department head at her workplace. He's a bit older than her, but according to her, he's a good husband and she has no intention of seducing him. Maybe it's Yi Wen and the others; they've appeased the family and are coming to Beijing to surprise us? But given Yi Wen's personality, if he really came, he would have told me already, and we'd probably discuss how to sleep with my wife. My wife didn't come home Friday night and didn't return until after 5 pm on Saturday. Considering the time, she spent the whole day with that unknown man. When she got back, I hugged her and asked her what happened. She laughed and joked with me, finally sitting on the sofa and saying it was someone I'd met—Prince! This choice surprised me, because since Yi Wen lost contact, without Prince's contact information, we'd essentially lost contact with all three of them. So how did my wife and Prince get together? My wife naturally told me the truth. Apparently, during that group sex session, she and the prince were having sex in the bathroom when he asked for her phone number. She said she only gave it to him briefly once, but he actually remembered it. About a week ago, when she suddenly received a text message from him, she was genuinely surprised and delighted! According to her logic, the prince was very attentive to her, or rather, he really liked her, which is why he remembered her phone number after only one mention – this really won her over. I have to admit, I'm impressed. The prince is really good at remembering numbers. If it were me, even if I carefully memorized a number, I'd forget it completely after a few hours. It seems having a good memory is a powerful tool for picking up girls. However, after hearing this, I still felt a little jealous, even a bit awkward. Since he's a prince, why didn't he invite me to join in a threesome?Instead, he chatted with my wife for a while and then asked her to go out alone with me? My wife explained that during that group sex session, the prince had expressed a desire to have sex with her alone, to experience the feeling of "making love" rather than "sexual intercourse." He also said he wanted to hold her soft body while sleeping. This surprised me a bit. The difference between "making love" and "sexual intercourse" lies in the emotional investment. So, it seems the prince's feelings for my wife go beyond just sex; he also has intellectual feelings for her. My wife agreed with me, and she admitted that the prince had told her, "I really like you, I like you as a person." During our overnight stay, the prince even said that if my wife weren't married, he would definitely pursue her and make her his wife. This reminded me of something I said online with Yiwen. Yiwen said the prince had lamented to him that it was a pity my wife, a woman with such a good figure and personality, was playing this game and having been with so many men. So, this prince really does have a very strong "liking" for my wife. My wife said that she agreed to spend the night with the prince precisely because she felt his affection. This is typical of her personality; as long as someone shows her interest and makes her feel loved, she's almost too embarrassed to refuse any request. My jealousy doesn't actually stem from the prince's affection for my wife. Everyone loves a beautiful woman, and if another man likes her, it only proves her excellence. Marrying a woman no one else likes would be incredibly boring; it only shows how bad that woman is. What bothers me is that even with the personality traits I mentioned, my wife still readily agreed to spend the night with the prince. You see, my wife hates spending the night away from home because it's less convenient than staying at home. Getting ready in the morning is inconvenient, so she's generally reluctant to do so. Before, Ye Ge took my wife out, and I encouraged her to go. Besides, Ye Ge wasn't just a close friend; he and my wife were also college sweethearts. Later, with Xiao De, who received a lot of care from my wife, she only agreed to spend a few nights with him after repeated requests. And then there's Uncle Gan, Uncle Yu, who's been my wife's acquaintance for many years. This prince, however, only met her once, chatted for about a week, and yet he managed to sleep soundly with my wife after he'd slept with her until dawn. This can only mean my wife really likes him. My wife isn't shy about it; she says she likes the prince a lot, a bit like the feeling she had when she first got together with Xiao De. After all, the prince's age, looks, and physique are all quite outstanding. How could she not feel anything if someone like him likes her so much? My wife's honesty left me speechless and quite reassured. Because my wife probably sensed my jealousy, she said something she'd said before: "I wouldn't agree to trade anyone for my husband." Haha, as long as I'm still number one in my wife's heart, I can accept her having some feelings for someone else. And women are really different from men; sex requires emotional investment, at least that's what my wife is like. With this little knot in my heart untied, what naturally came to mind was how my wife, who is both sentimental and promiscuous, had been played with by this prince for an entire day. I hugged my wife tightly. At that moment, she was at her most attractive to me—her body, just enjoyed by another man! This body had been in countless lewd positions for men's amusement! My wife satisfied the prince's demands, in every way, especially in terms of sex. Since the prince had won her favor, she would naturally be completely compliant with him sexually, just like before. They spent the entire day together. My wife said she didn't leave the room; she ordered takeout for both dinners and one lunch. The rest of the time, of course, was spent making love. My wife said the prince came to Beijing by high-speed train, arriving around 2 PM. He booked a room at a hotel near the West Railway Station and waited for her. My wife, after work, bought dinner from a restaurant near her workplace before driving to the prince's hotel. Offering herself up to be fucked and then treating him to dinner—I envied the treatment of being a wife's lover. However, this meal was clearly not as important to the prince as my wife herself. My wife said that as soon as she entered the room, before she even put down her things, the prince grabbed her and kissed her. My wife said that after kissing for a while, the prince's hand went straight into her panties and started touching her vagina. I asked my wife if she was already wet, and she hugged me and said, "Of course, I was wet on the way there..." -- Damn, what a slut. The prince used his hand to thrust into my wife for a while, then pressed her down on the table, pulled down her panties, and knelt behind her to give her oral sex. She was already wet, and with the prince's licking, my wife said she really couldn't take it anymore and really wanted the feeling of the prince's penis inside her. The prince didn't disappoint his wife's wish, and with his big penis inside her, he started fucking her on the table. He was very vigorous, and my wife said that the prince was thrusting like crazy, making her almost breathless. Then the prince stopped to rest, and my wife said that he had been so vigorous and worked so hard, so she should reward him properly, and she took the initiative to turn around and kneel on the ground to give the prince oral sex. --This part excited me immensely. I'd been thrusting into her for ages, and my wife didn't seem to find it dirty at all; she even willingly took his penis into her mouth. This made me think she was a shameless slut! I asked her if she was kneeling. She nodded and said, "Yes, kneeling, rubbing his balls while I ate." I immediately stood up and made her imitate giving the prince oral sex to me. She didn't resist and obediently imitated me, even using her fingers to stroke my anus. I asked her, "You did that to his anus too?" She stuck out her penis and said, "Yes, I did it the same way I did it to you!" I thrust into her mouth a few times, but I couldn't enjoy this service anymore, because my wife only had a mouth to speak, and I wanted to hear the rest of the story. My wife continued, saying that after a while of oral sex, the prince sat on the edge of the bed. My wife crawled around with his penis in her mouth for a while, not letting it leave her mouth, then hugged his big buttocks and continued kneeling to give him oral sex. The prince then lifted his wife and sat her on his penis. They kissed and moved their bodies together, finally removing all their clothes. They were now naked, making love in each other's arms. Later, the wife rode him, swaying her hips, while the prince lay flat on the bed, fondling her swaying breasts. Then they returned to the normal position, and the prince thrust vigorously hundreds of times before suddenly pulling out, ejaculating a thick stream of semen onto his wife's lower abdomen. I said, "That was fast!" The wife replied, "Yeah, the first time was fast. I missed you." Haha, my wife knows how to make herself happy. The prince tried to wipe the semen off his wife's lower abdomen with a tissue, but she wouldn't let him. Instead, she smeared the semen all over her lower abdomen with her hands, making it shiny and sticky, and told the prince she loved his semen. I wonder how happy the prince was to see his wife's wanton behavior and advances! Afterwards, they washed up and ate, and then resumed their frenzied lovemaking. I asked my wife if there was anything special about the various positions. She thought for a moment and said that since they didn't have any tools, it was just normal sex. The prince was even disappointed that she hadn't brought all of their equipment. But since her anus was being penetrated, this time the prince wasn't afraid of the mess and thrust into her anus without an enema. My wife said that when they slept, the prince kept holding her, saying he liked it and wanted to sleep with her like that. They slept embracing, but my wife admitted it was uncomfortable because her arms were uncomfortable. The prince, on the other hand, fell asleep quickly. My wife had to change positions to fall asleep. She said the prince liked to hold her, and sometimes in the middle of the night he would come and hold her while sleeping, making her feel like a child lacking affection. -- Well, I think my wife's view of the prince is now leaning towards her feeling responsible for taking care of him. The prince keeps calling her "sister," which has maximized my wife's maternal instincts. But what can this young man really take care of? Nothing more than his sexual desires and some minor emotional needs. Everything else, the prince's mother can handle. But all night long, the wife's hand was never as strong as the prince's penis; she kept gripping it. Haha.My wife has always had this habit; she unconsciously grabs my penis while sleeping with me. So this morning, when she had morning erections, she masturbated a few times, waking the prince up. He insisted she wanted more, so he rolled over and penetrated her. They tried all sorts of positions. My wife said that when the prince was giving her oral sex, he would specifically stand up and make her kneel down to suck his penis, saying he really liked that feeling. I asked my wife how many times he gave her oral sex, and she said many times, because the prince would make her either kneel down to give him oral sex or kneel between his legs in a doggy-style position. When I heard that, I thought, "Okay, this prince seems to like oral sex, and it's somewhat bullying, otherwise why would he always make my wife kneel down to give him oral sex? He's really playing with my wife like that." I asked my wife how many times she orgasmed, and she said about five or six times, but always in the doggy-style position, no other positions. The prince ejaculated three times, twice that night and once the next day at noon. My wife, recalling this, mentioned something special: when the prince left, she saw him off on the high-speed train, and he dragged her into the train's restroom and had sex with her. I immediately pressed for details. My wife said she knew he was holding back, so he pulled her straight into the restroom, saying it was fairly spacious, and then they kissed. She said she got a little aroused, and then he pulled down her jeans and underwear, and they stood side-by-side having sex. Apparently, because he had already ejaculated three times, his penis remained erect, so my wife offered to give him oral sex. She then squatted in the restroom and gave him oral sex. At this point, my wife suddenly hesitated and stopped talking. I pressed her for details, but she still wouldn't say. I knew there must be some exciting, lewd thing she was embarrassed to tell her husband. After repeated questioning, she finally hugged me and said, "It's a deal, you can't complain about me or say I'm bad." I thought to myself, "How could you say something so shameful? You're already this low, how much worse could you be?" Haha. I told my wife, "It's okay, go ahead and say it. I just like it when you play with other men like this. I'm the one who let you play like this, how could I say you're not good?" My wife hesitated and continued, "It's all because of Prince, it's Prince who's annoying." Because it was almost time to leave, Prince still hadn't ejaculated. My wife was using both her hands and mouth to serve him, but he still hadn't ejaculated. So Prince sat on the toilet, pulled down his pants, spread his legs as wide as possible on both sides of the table, and told my wife to lick his anus while he masturbated, saying that he would come quickly that way, he couldn't hold back! At this point, Prince hadn't ejaculated, but I almost did. Licking anus, huh? It seems like my wife has only licked my anus a few times, and she's never licked anyone else's anus before! I quickly asked my wife if she had licked it. My wife said, "Of course I licked it. It was almost time, and he was urging me on, he even got into position himself." --What a shameless bitch! Damn it, my wife was actually licking a man's anus in the train toilet!! The wife was licking the prince's anus while simultaneously stroking his penis. You can imagine how proud the prince was; to have a married woman like my wife doing this was a conquest in itself. I quickly asked my wife if the prince was enjoying it. She replied, "Don't even mention it! He'd only licked a few times when someone knocked on the door, and kept knocking, almost banging on it! We hurriedly put on our clothes. The prince yelled a few things at the door, then there was silence. But we weren't really in the mood anymore. After a while, we opened the door to go out, only to find two men who looked like migrant workers grinning at us. Clearly, they knew exactly what we were doing in the toilet—it was so annoying!" I chuckled, and my wife smacked me, saying she was terrified. Later, the prince glared at the two men, then tightly embraced my wife and left. Upon learning my wife was safe, I burst out laughing. No wonder she said the prince ejaculated three times; apparently, he didn't ejaculate the last time. My wife playfully punched me, accusing me of not caring about her. I forcefully pinned her down and started fucking her hard. Her vagina was still wet; it seemed the arousal from the prince's stimulation hadn't completely subsided! After this, I masturbated several times, imagining my wife licking the prince's anus. In a small toilet, my wife squatted, her head buried in the man's crotch, the man sitting on the toilet with his legs spread, her little tongue incessantly licking his genitals, the man experiencing unparalleled pleasure. This scene was incredibly stimulating for me, and it had never happened before. The prince had successfully developed a new skill in my wife; I just didn't know if it could become the norm. My wife, this little slut, had already licked other men's anuses. Although it was a bit extreme, I didn't care at all; on the contrary, I was incredibly excited about this new development. My cuckoldry fantasies had truly reached their peak; even I was surprised. As long as my wife wasn't harmed, no matter how she was raped and played with by other men, I would immediately get an erection! As the saying goes, a kiss between a middle-aged couple can cause nightmares for several nights! To be honest, over the years, my wife and I have rarely kissed, whether during sex or otherwise. But ever since I found out she had licked the prince's anus, I've had a strange urge to kiss her again. Every time I suck on her soft tongue, I think about how that tongue once served a man's anus, and that thought gets me very excited. So, at least for me, the realization of this cuckolding idea has truly improved family harmony and our marital relationship. However, after that one time, the prince and my wife occasionally texted and called each other, but since they live in different cities, the prince couldn't possibly come over several times a week. So, the next time my wife and the prince met to have sex was several months later. This level and frequency is far too little for us. For an entire July, my wife unusually only had sex with me. Although I imagined the previous group sex frenzy and had many orgasms during sex, one-on-one sex with my wife was clearly getting a bit boring for us. There was still no response from Yiwen. I considered leaving him a message on QQ several times, but I was afraid it would be his wife logging in, so I ultimately held back. As for my wife, although Xiaode was still in contact with her, their relationship had reached its lowest point since they met. They barely exchanged two text messages a day, let alone had sex. I suddenly felt that it would be better for Xiaode to have his way with my wife for free, since I would at least get something out of it and get to play with her leftovers. But if they actually slept together, it would definitely escalate, and I would have a headache and get angry again. Sigh, that's just how people are. It was summer, the height of summer, and my wife was wearing a revealing short skirt, but I was the only one who could enjoy her. It was a bit of a waste of resources. Not only me, but my wife was also having some spring fevers, after all, she was a worldly-wise married woman. By chance, I talked to my wife about prostitutes. Some female college students who did part-time work could earn quite a bit of money. I asked my wife if she wanted to try it. My wife actually said: "I can try it. It's lucrative and fun, but I have to find a good partner, someone I'm satisfied with." Haha, finding someone she'd be satisfied with is easier said than done. Her standards are too high; even finding someone for a threesome is incredibly difficult. But the fact that my wife said something like that still excited me. I fucked her while calling her a prostitute. I registered a new QQ account called "Finding Clients for My Wife." Perhaps because the name was so vulgar and easy to understand, as long as it was online, people kept adding me. I chatted with them casually, indulging in the pleasure of fantasizing. For example, some people would directly ask: "Is your wife a prostitute? Is she easy to fuck? How much per time?" Just hearing that made me hard. But I had to think carefully about how much per time. I asked my wife, and she said 5000 yuan per time. I said that was too high. At that time, prostitutes in Beijing charged around 300 to 400 yuan per time, and 800 to 1000 yuan for an overnight stay. My wife said she was cleaner than a prostitute, wasn't she? She had a family, so there was security. Besides, there were prostitutes who charged over 10,000 yuan! I told my wife, "We don't have that kind of platform. The same beautiful woman can cost 100 yuan a time on the street, or 400 yuan a time if she rents a place and sells herself. But if she goes to a high-end establishment like Heaven on Earth, dresses up, and has a good figure, the price goes up to 5,000 or even 10,000 yuan, as long as she meets a rich guy and you like her." My wife sighed, "The platform is so important!" Haha, in the end, my wife set herself at 1,000 yuan, saying she couldn't go any lower, and it couldn't be cheaper than those out-of-towners doing part-time work in Beijing! Haha, this wife of mine, actually, even prostitutes don't necessarily experience the kind of sex they've experienced, and their anuses too. Prostitutes probably rarely get fucked, right? My wife hasn't given a clear answer about whether I'm okay with finding clients for her, which gives me hope. Continuous one-on-one sex with me has made my worldly-wise vagina restless. To my surprise, quite a few people said they could accept the price of 1,000, saying that as long as the woman was a real married woman, they would accept it, and they wanted to see our marriage certificate first. It seems that there are quite a few people who enjoy having sex with their husbands' wives in front of their husbands, just like I enjoy my wife being having sex with other men. For every person with my hobby, there is another kind of hobby.After chatting for a while, we basically agreed on my terms: the other party would book a hotel room, and I would take my wife there. Whether I participated or waited downstairs was entirely up to them. There was no set time for sex; if one ejaculation wasn't enough and you could get hard immediately, we could do it again, haha. Actually, this meant their expenses wouldn't just be 1000, but also included the hotel room fee. They also wanted to see photos of my wife, which was reasonable—they wanted to see her quality, right? However, my wife was very strict and wouldn't allow it.Those who send photos, even those who don't show their faces, are not acceptable. This puts the other party in a difficult position. I was the one who set the conditions, but the most important thing is that I can't provide photos of the women. It just doesn't feel right, and I wonder if the other party will be unwilling to complete the transaction. However, I later heard from netizens that online prostitutes don't have photos either, and if they do, they're fake; the woman you meet isn't the same person at all. This rekindled my hope. Finally, I found a young man from Peking University. He's also from Beijing, 23 years old, and about to graduate. I'll call him "Da Ma" here, because that's what his classmates call him. My conversation with Da Ma was incredibly surprising to me about young people these days. Perhaps Da Ma is just a minority, but it still surprised me greatly. Da Ma said he's never had a girlfriend, a typical otaku. Otaku watch a lot of porn and have a lot of theoretical knowledge, but he's not a virgin. He's slept with many women, including group sex. He and his best friend had sex with a female classmate who wasn't anyone's girlfriend. Afterwards, all three of them tacitly agreed it was nothing. They did it a few more times afterward, their relationship was close to friends with benefits. Da Ma says most of the women he sleeps with are friends with benefits. He meets them online and if they seem compatible, he meets them in person. Most of them are married women. Da Ma says married women are more fun than teenage girls, and they're more proactive. He believes those who agree to meet him are either sluts or women their husbands don't touch. He enjoys it intensely. Da Ma says he actually wants to find a long-term sexual partner, but whether it's a married woman or a teenage girl, the quality isn't guaranteed. He watches a lot of porn, and the women in those films are all very attractive, so his standards are high. He only sleeps with women he doesn't like once or twice and then stops. He did have his eye on one, and they maintained a casual sex relationship for a few months. He even brought his best friend along to have sex with this young woman. However, she quit afterward and refused to come out, which really frustrated Da Ma. Da Ma and I got along fairly well. He was rather crude, saying things like, "Do you wear a condom when you fuck your wife?", "My dick is big, don't blame me if your wife gets hurt," and "What if your wife falls in love with my *** and comes looking for me to fuck her?" He said these things often, and I enjoyed listening to them. Da Ma said he'd met couples who did this before, so he wasn't surprised by my interests. The key was that he'd never actually had sex with such a couple, but the thought of having sex with someone's wife in front of her husband made him incredibly excited, and he really wanted to try it. I asked Da Ma why he didn't just find someone for free. Da Ma said finding a decent casual sex partner, even with the cost of a hotel room, meals, and taxi fare, would probably cost around 600 yuan each time (it seems Da Ma is a sex-loving guy with some ethics, providing transportation and meals, much better than my wife's slut). Although he really wanted to try having sex with someone's wife in front of others, he wasn't particularly satisfied with the ones he met, or rather, he didn't feel it was a good fit. He had a more relaxed conversation with me, so he didn't care about the cost. I asked Da Ma, "So, does that mean I need to be there? Should I participate or just watch?" Da Ma thought for a moment and said, "Let me watch. He said he couldn't accept me kissing my wife, and then him kissing her." I said, "Didn't you have a threesome with your best buddy? Why are you still bothered by this?" Da Ma laughed and said that his best buddy and he grew up together. Back then, the best buddy's mother didn't have enough breast milk, while Da Ma's mother had plenty, so Da Ma's mother breastfed the best buddy. "He's even suckled my mom's breasts, what can't we do together?" Da Ma said. After that, they stayed together and were classmates all the way through college! -- I think that's really fate; it's not easy to stay classmates forever. Some netizens might find this introduction too verbose and lacking in explicit scenes, making it somewhat boring. However, I believe that clearly defining the male supporting character's personality and identity makes the subsequent sexual encounters less abrupt. This applies to Wen Daqing, Wang Zi, and Xiao De Ye Ge. Actually, this "wife as prostitute" game was even more complicated to implement because my little slut wife disagreed. She said that having sex on the spot and being paid wasn't a good feeling, and she didn't know the other party well; what if something went wrong? I told my wife about Da Ma's situation. Da Ma even sent me many photos, mostly of himself, and that he lived in Beijing. After several rounds of negotiation, my wife, though still somewhat unwilling, didn't know how to refuse. Seeing that the time was right, I had my wife add Da Ma on QQ and told her to judge for herself whether this client was any good. Da Ma was sweet-talking and crude, calling my wife "sister-in-law" repeatedly and saying he really wanted to have sex with her, telling her to relax after work. Although my wife didn't like the vulgar language online and often didn't dare chat with him at work due to work reasons, she still went online at home to listen to Da Ma's constant vulgar fantasies about her and to appease her. In late July, after my constant cajoling, my wife finally agreed to be prostituted by Da Ma once. Haha, I was overjoyed at the time. The location was a Home Inn near the Northeast Fourth Ring Road. Da Ma had booked a room there, and I drove there with my wife. I was very excited on the way there. Taking my wife to prostitution was something I couldn't help but be excited about. I even brought a collar and all the sex toys because when I chatted with Da Ma, I mentioned what my wife could do. Da Ma kept praising her, saying that a respectable part-time job for 1,000 yuan should offer more services. He also said that 1,000 yuan was not a small amount for him, and there was also the cost of the room. He hoped we could bring our own tools so he could see what was going on, but we didn't necessarily have to use them; we'd see how things went. I also told my wife about this, and she said I was such a bastard, telling all sorts of things to the client? Worried the client wouldn't have enough fun? I said, "It's 1000 yuan after all, and the guy's a student, shouldn't the service be better?" My wife hit me while saying, "Service my foot! If you want service, give him the service, I'm not providing it!" Then she added, "Adding services will cost extra!" -- Haha, a complete prostitute. My wife wore a low-cut short dress that day. Recently, she's been keen on wearing clothes like that and has bought some. The one she wore today was actually quite revealing, with the low neckline showing about half of her breasts. She was also wearing an invisible bra, making her breasts look very full. My wife rarely dresses like this. I think she's been fucked a lot and has learned how to attract men, and has learned to show off her sexual charm. The skirt was also quite short, although not a full-length miniskirt, it swayed as she walked. If a man were following her up the stairs, he would probably see her underwear. Unusually, my wife was wearing high heels, making her legs look straight and long. Overall, a respectable person would see her as a glamorous woman, while a scoundrel would think she was a slut begging to be fucked! Upon arriving, I called Da Ma, then took my wife upstairs to the room he had booked. From the moment he opened the door, Da Ma stared intently at my wife, her chest and legs, practically trying to see into her flesh. He said to her, "I knew my gut feeling was right. Sister-in-law, you're a top-notch woman, exactly my type." My wife giggled. Da Ma, much like his name, seemed like a large horse. He said he was 1.85 meters tall, and he looked close enough, even taller than 1.85 meters. He had a robust build and exuded the youthful energy of someone in their early twenties. Compared to him, my wife appeared even more petite and charming. Da Ma eagerly sat down next to my wife, stroking her hair and smelling her face and neck closely, saying, "Smells good, smells really good. Beautiful women smell so good." The wife, embarrassed by the compliments, let Da Ma place his hand on her thigh and inhale her scent repeatedly. I saw Da Ma's nose touch her breasts as he smelled them, and his hand slipped under her skirt. The wife let out a soft moan and leaned back instinctively. Da Ma kissed her breasts, then licked his way up, making her moan and giggle. Finally, he sealed her lips with his own, kissing her. The wife, aroused, wrapped her arms around Da Ma's neck, but he suddenly stopped, causing her to twist her body and look at him. Da Ma said to me, "Brother, take your wife to the bathroom, take off her underwear, put on a dog leash, and lead her out to serve me. That would feel so much better!" Da Ma's request surprised me; I hadn't expected him, a first-timer with a married woman, to be so adept. Seeing my stunned expression, Da Ma asked, "You didn't forget the collar, did you?" I said, "Of course I did." Then Da Ma pulled the wife up, kissed her a few times, and pushed her next to me. I took my wife into the restroom. The rooms at the Home Inn weren't very big, and the restrooms were quite small too. Da Ma closed the door from the outside. My wife playfully hit me a few times, saying, "It's all your fault! You insisted on charging me. Now it's hard to refuse when they make demands, isn't it? I bet that little devil will do whatever he wants to your wife!" Haha, I said to my wife, "Why should we refuse? As long as it doesn't hurt her body, what haven't you seen? You enjoy it, and I get excited too, isn't that great?" My wife gave me another round of playful punches, calling me a little pervert and a little bastard. I hugged and kissed my wife for a while, but Da Ma didn't like it.He'd already kissed her, but he'd still taste the saliva I'd left in her mouth later, hehe, a little naughty. Da Ma shouted from the doorway, "Just take off your underwear, wear the leash, don't take off your clothes, they look pretty good." --This guy, he knows how to play with women. I reached out to take off my wife's underwear, and she lifted her leg to help me take it off. I saw the crotch area was already quite wet. My wife said, "He touched me for a while, even though he didn't put his fingers inside, it still felt pretty good." I took out the familiar collar from my bag, put it around my wife's neck, put the chain on, and went out the door. Da Ma was sitting naked on the sofa by the bed, his thick, shiny black penis standing proudly erect. It was quite a large, thick, and long penis! Da Ma told his wife to crawl over, and she obediently lay down on the floor. I led her around the bed and crawled to Da Ma's side. Da Ma spread his legs, watching as she crawled between his legs. He touched her face with his penis, and she grinned lewdly, using her hand to hold his penis and licking it. Da Ma tapped her hand, saying, "No hands. You have to crawl on all fours, like a little bitch." His wife smiled slightly at Da Ma, then landed on all fours, sticking out her tongue to lick his penis. But this way of licking was unstable, always wobbling. She chased after his penis with her tongue, licking it from side to side. Da Ma was very satisfied with his wife's lewd behavior, nodding to himself. Then he took out a bunch of money from a pocket. Da Ma chose this moment to give me the money, counting it one bill at a time until he reached a thousand, then handed it to me. I quickly took it from him. At the same time, Da Ma took the chain from my hand and said, "You can just sit there and watch me play with your wife!" --This kind of transaction feels so good, leading my wife to serve a client, really, especially when I take the money and hand over the chain, it feels like my wife has been sold! I sat on another single sofa, my wife's buttocks sticking out, in this position the short skirt could no longer cover them. Da Ma leaned over and lifted my wife's short skirt, revealing her plump buttocks to him. Da Ma told my wife to turn slightly to the side, so that her buttocks were within his reach, and one of Da Ma's large hands slapped and kneaded my wife's plump buttocks, while my wife was still on all fours, struggling to lick Da Ma's penis. "Slut, come closer to your buttocks," Da Ma said, "I've already paid, serve me well~" My wife moved her buttocks a little closer, and Da Ma reached for my wife's vulva, and my wife let out a "Mmm." Da Ma touched my wife's vulva a few times, then looked at his wet palm covered in my wife's cum, and said: You really are a slut, you're already so wet! "A top-quality young woman, a top-quality slut!" He then put his hand back on his wife's genitals. This time, instead of just touching, he inserted two fingers into her vagina, digging and probing incessantly! My position was directly facing my wife's large buttocks, so I could see it clearly. My wife's wet, juicy hole was being penetrated by Da Ma's two fingers, which were digging and probing forcefully, causing her plump buttocks to tremble. My wife moaned "Mmmmmm," taking Da Ma's glans into her mouth, swallowing it completely, then spitting it out repeatedly. Her beautiful hair swayed with the movement; the whole scene was extremely lewd. My penis was rock hard, watching my beautiful wife so diligently serving her client—a genuine prostitute wife. Da Ma used one hand to dig into my wife's vagina, while the other hand lowered the chain, stroking my wife's hair that swayed during oral sex. He even grabbed a strand and smelled it. I also saw Da Ma put my wife's hair in his mouth and lick it. He seemed very satisfied with my wife; this action excited me greatly. Da Ma tucked his wife's hair behind her ear, clearly watching her mouth as he performed oral sex. He glanced at me, smiling, as if to suggest I watch his penis penetrate my wife's mouth, satisfying his own pleasure of possessing another man's woman. This characteristic of Da Ma was very obvious; he later mentioned that he enjoyed the thrill of having sex with other men's wives in front of others—aggression? Possessiveness? In any case, Da Ma's entire act of playing with my wife was filled with this characteristic. It perfectly complemented my interests! Da Ma became increasingly engrossed, asking his wife, "Can you do deep throat, you slut?" His wife didn't answer, but instead began to forcefully suck Da Ma's penis all the way to the base, her face buried in his pubic hair. She began to give Da Ma deep throat. Da Ma let out a comfortable moan: "Ah~, ah~, so good, you little slut, you're really good~" His wife began to perform deep throat continuously. This skill of hers was cultivated by Xiao De, who loved deep throat. His wife would do it for him every time. Over time, she could perform deep throat continuously without any discomfort, only occasionally letting out a "uh" sound like vomiting. This time, his wife performed exceptionally well, performing deep throat continuously for more than a minute. Da Ma closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying himself, constantly moaning, while also muttering softly: "Slut..., so good..." Da Ma suddenly pulled out his penis, causing his wife to "uh" and pull out a lot of sticky strands. Da Ma said sullenly: "That was close, I almost came, almost came. Such a good little slut, it's such a pity to come now, you haven't even taken off your clothes yet!" Haha, Da Ma couldn't bear to let that 1000 yuan go to waste, could he? I thought. Da Ma reached out and helped his wife up, making her kneel between his thighs. Her low-cut breasts were pressed against his lap. Da Ma touched her exposed breasts with his penis, saying, "Give me a blowjob. You don't need to take off your clothes, it's fine like this. Squeeze my penis." His wife wiped the drool from her mouth and said, "You naughty boy, my breasts aren't that big, it's uncomfortable." "It's okay, your breasts look pretty good, just squeeze them. I almost came just now, this will help me recover, otherwise how can I fuck you? Haha," Da Ma said. His wife gave Da Ma a seductive smile, then cupped one breast in each hand and pressed it inwards, trying to give him a blowjob. His wife's breasts weren't comfortable for blowjobs; it was definitely a weakness. No one had ever specifically made her do blowjobs before. However, with the effect of her clothes and underwear squeezing her breasts, my wife managed to trap Da Ma's penis between her hands. She covered one breast with her other hand, so with both breasts and her hand squeezing Da Ma's penis, it was still somewhat stimulating. She twisted her body, letting Da Ma's penis rub against her chest. Da Ma said to me, "Your wife is really good, she makes my penis feel so good, I can do whatever I want with her. Don't get impatient when I'm fucking her later." Before I could speak, my wife interrupted, "Impatient? He won't even have time to watch!" While speaking, she continued to rub her breasts against Da Ma's penis. Da Ma laughed heartily, saying I was a true nerdy brother, letting others play with such a good wife like that. Da Ma picked up his wife and kissed her repeatedly. Then he made her climb onto the small round coffee table between the sofa where he and I were sitting. The table was small, and his wife looked quite cramped kneeling on it. Da Ma pulled on the dog leash, causing his wife to lean forward and kiss him. His wife, kneeling, gripped the edge of the table tightly, kissing him with great effort, yet still making soft "sizzling" sounds, clearly enjoying the kiss. Next, Da Ma adjusted the sofa position so he was facing his wife on the coffee table, leaning against the back, his legs spread wide. His penis, engorged from his wife's ministrations, stood erect in the middle, the red glans throbbing. Da Ma pulled down the leash, forcing his wife to lower her head, even kneeling on the coffee table, her head protruding quite a distance. Only then did Da Ma stop pulling, his penis now fully extended, his wife's mouth just reaching the glans. This position was extremely difficult to master. My wife's buttocks were sticking up high, her chest resting on the table, her hands straining as she stretched her head down to reach for Da Ma's penis, barely managing to swallow the glans. When she spat it out, she even stuck out her tongue and licked and circled the glans. The visual impact of Da Ma having his wife serve him in this position was incredibly strong. A young married woman so obediently serving a man, even though she was still dressed, the short skirt that couldn't cover her buttocks and the low-cut top that revealed half of her breasts only accentuated her lewdness. I think not only someone with cuckolding desires like me, but anyone who saw this would feel their blood boil and think what a despicable woman she was. My wife's buttocks were facing me directly, her cleft already overflowing with semen, even her anus was glistening. Occasionally, my wife would suddenly lean her head down, managing to swallow more than half of the penis, her buttocks sticking up even higher, her entire warm and moist genitals completely visible to me. Watching my wife serving her client in such a despicable way, I couldn't help but pull out my own penis and start masturbating. DaMa saw me masturbating and said, "Dude, your wife's oral sex is so good, her little tongue is so flexible. It feels so good to fuck your wife's mouth, I'll definitely fuck this slut's cunt properly later, haha." My wife didn't look at me and said to DaMa, "Stop calling her 'slut,' you bad boy, you're tiring me out doing this." DaMa affectionately stroked his wife's flowing hair and said, "Isn't calling her 'slut' better? 'Slut' is a compliment. I only call the women I like to fuck 'slut,' besides...""You're really slutty, the slutiest I've ever seen, serving me while wearing a dog leash, aren't you?" Da Ma thrust his penis a few more times, his wife groaning and sucking, resisting his thrusts. Da Ma said to me, "Do you guys have any dildos? Bring one over?" I immediately put away my penis, took out an electric dildo from a pocket, and put in the batteries. Da Ma made me insert the electric dildo into my wife's wet vagina, then handed him the remote control with the cord attached. Da Ma said to me, "Your wife's pussy is easy to insert, isn't it? Your wife was already wet from what I was doing earlier." I nodded, personally inserting the tool into my wife's body according to the client's request. Da Ma's method was also very new and exciting for me, and it suited my taste. Da Ma really liked to say things like "I did this and that to your wife" to satisfy his possessiveness, but it also satisfied my cuckoldry desire. Da Ma stood up, making it easier for his wife to swallow and spit out his penis. Holding a remote control in one hand, the wire connected from above his wife's body to the dildo inserted in her vagina, he pressed the switch. With a "buzz," his wife's body trembled violently, letting out a groan. Da Ma laughed heartily, constantly adjusting the frequency of the electric dildo to stimulate his wife. She squirmed awkwardly on the small coffee table, while Da Ma held her chin, slowly thrusting his penis in and out of her mouth. "Really good," Da Ma said. "Married women are so much fun, especially couples like you. You can play with anything. I've never played like this before, it's so exciting!" Then he said to me, "Your wife is top-notch, the kind of slut who's only good for men to play with. I really envy those men who've played with her before." Haha, actually, I envy those men too, being able to enjoy any part of my wife's body. Especially that Xiao De, he's been playing with my wife for so many years without spending a penny. Of course, while envying them, I also enjoyed the thrill of cuckolding, which made me tirelessly offer my wife to others to play with as they pleased. Da Ma played with her for a while, then put her down; after all, it was too difficult to do anything on that small coffee table. Da Ma, seemingly enjoying himself, led his wife around the room crawling around. This reminded me of Prince; it seems that women crawling like dogs can bring men great enjoyment and excitement, especially for men playing this game for the first time. Prince and Da Ma both led their wives crawling for quite a while. Da Ma is considered quite adept among otaku; he played with my wife for over half an hour without undressing her or penetrating her—he really has great patience. Finally, Da Ma led his wife to sit on the edge of the bed, handed her a condom, and she obediently opened it, stroked Da Ma's penis a few times, and then carefully put the condom on, even squeezing out the air from the tip. She seemed very professional! When I talked to Da Ma, we agreed that oral sex would be unprotected, but intercourse would require a condom. This was one of the differences between him and my wife having a lover. Da Ma told me to come over and pull out the electric vibrator that was inserted into my wife's vagina. When I pulled it out, my wife gasped in surprise. Da Ma quickly said, "It's okay, you slut, I have a real cock here. Get on top!" My wife had been kneeling for a while and was having some difficulty standing up. Da Ma quickly helped her spread her legs and straddle her. In this position, my wife's short skirt was hanging down, so I couldn't see Da Ma's penis or my wife's buttocks. I could only see the bulging and moving inside her skirt. Then my wife let out a moan, "Mmm, ah," which meant that Da Ma's erect penis, which had been standing for so long, had officially entered her. The union of their genitals ignited a long-awaited feeling in both of them. The wife had been teased for so long, and Da Ma had endured so much; this union instantly fueled their desire. The wife clung to Da Ma's neck, wildly twisting her waist, while Da Ma, holding her waist, excitedly thrust his plump buttocks. Although their point of contact wasn't visible, the violent swaying of her short skirt, occasionally revealing half of her full buttocks, still left me wanting more. Da Ma even slipped his hands inside her skirt, forcefully squeezing and kneading her buttocks. Soon, Da Ma held his wife's waist, preventing her from moving, muttering, "Danger, danger, almost, almost..." clearly almost ejaculating again. As the wife became aroused, Da Ma's restraint prevented her movement, so she touched his back and pinched his nipples, prompting Da Ma to curse, "Slut, you're so slutty! Lick my nipples!" The wife smiled at Da Ma and actually began licking them with her tongue. Da Ma groaned comfortably, looking at me with satisfaction, as if to say that my wife was being used by him and he wanted to show off to me! Da Ma pulled my wife's low-cut top out, pulled out her breasts, and stuck them outside her short skirt and bra. He started grabbing and kneading her breasts with both hands, pinching her nipples. "Damn, this slut's nipples have been played with a lot, haven't they? They're all darker," Da Ma said, turning to look at me. What could I say? My wife just kept groaning. Da Ma pulled my wife's two nipples upwards, making her breasts into cone shapes, then let go, and her breasts bounced back, hanging on her chest, trembling. "You can look closer, your wife's breasts are quite fun too," Da Ma beckoned to me. I actually moved closer, sitting very close to them, watching Da Ma grab my wife's nipples again, one in each hand, and pull them up at a 45-degree angle. My wife moaned "Mmm, ahh," thrusting her chest out, her hands supporting the base of her breasts. To be honest, it wasn't the first time I'd seen my wife's breasts and nipples being pulled and played with like this, but this angle and position were unprecedented. Her entire breast and nipple were being pulled into an upward-pointing triangle, or rather, a cylinder, and my wife was actually moaning with pleasure. The shape of those shameless breasts on her lewd body was quite stimulating to me, her husband. As soon as I let go, my wife's breasts bounced back to their original shape, trembling, accompanied by her affected moans and Da Ma's satisfied laughter. Da Ma played like this more than ten times. My wife kept saying "No, it hurts," but she didn't stop at all, only arching her chest and lifting her head to make the position even more pleasing to the eye! Da Ma then began to knead my wife's entire breast, kneading it roughly, saying: "Okay, I'll stop playing like this. If you ruin this little slut, you won't have anything to play with later, right? Haha. Let me rub it for you..." Da Ma then thrust his penis in, and my wife began to twist her slender waist to cooperate with the churning of his penis inside her. Da Ma, still holding his wife's waist, began to shake her more and more violently. His wife groaned loudly. Da Ma commanded, "Pinch your nipples, hurry up!" His wife, still groaning, actually grabbed one nipple with each hand and pulled it outwards. Although she didn't exert as much force as Da Ma, it still deformed her breasts. Da Ma seemed to find it very stimulating to watch his wife playing with her own breasts, twisting them vigorously back and forth. His wife's vagina seemed to be churning wildly. Da Ma started sweating; large drops of sweat dripped from his forehead, and his hair became matted. His wife was also drenched in sweat, after all, she was still wearing clothes. Da Ma asked me to bring my wife's underwear, which she had taken off. He put her right breast back inside her clothes, then tucked one side of the underwear into her bra. So, one of her breasts was hanging out, while the other was inside her clothes with the underwear still attached. Da Ma lay on the bed, letting his wife move as she pleased. She held onto his lower abdomen with both hands, twisting her hips to achieve pleasure. The way her underwear swayed made her look so pathetic and subservient. Da Ma, however, was quite adept at this; he knew how to have fun. He crossed his arms behind his head, comfortably watching my wife ride him. She twisted her slender waist and full hips, her neck still adorned with a collar, beads of sweat trickling down her collarbone into her cleavage, all while emitting moans of "Ah~, ah~, mmm~". Suddenly, Da Ma got up and gave his wife a passionate French kiss. She closed her eyes, holding his head and sucking on his tongue with fervor. I actually really enjoy watching my wife kiss and have sex with other men. The way she's completely immersed in the sex, even emotionally involved, really excites me. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, masturbating. Suddenly, Da Ma said, "You little slut, what if someone hears you moaning so loudly? Is my thing making you feel too good?" My wife looked at Da Ma with a seductive smile and said, "Ah~,""You little rascal~, what do you say?" Da Ma forcefully stopped thrusting his penis a few times, causing his wife to scream, "I'm telling you to say it!" "It feels good... ah~, so good~" his wife replied. Da Ma turned to me again and said: Haha, your wife said I made her feel good, your wife is so slutty, even saying it to you in front of you." Then Da Ma took off his wife's panties and said to her: But even if you feel good, you can't scream like that, what if the police hear you? I'll teach you a way, come on, bite it. Da Ma put a corner of his wife's panties, which were covered in semen and sweat, to his wife's mouth. His wife took her panties without hesitation and bit them. Da Ma praised his wife loudly, saying she knew how to play, and that she bit them well. Then he lay down again and, following his wife's movements, thrust his hips in rhythm with hers, penetrating her body. This time, his wife indeed changed to muffled moans, biting her panties and making "oh~, oh~, um~" moans. A young woman having sex with someone else while biting her own panties, I watched with rapt attention. Da Ma is definitely a visual enthusiast; he loves to conjure up various scenes to watch my wife make love under his control. A short while later, Da Ma flipped over, pinned my wife down, and, carrying her legs, began to violently fuck her in the missionary position. The sounds of intense "slap slap slap" were incessant. He even clamped my wife's panties between her toes, ordering her not to let them fall, or he would stop fucking her. Her little feet, hoisted onto Da Ma's shoulders, and her panties swayed wildly with each thrust. Throughout the entire ordeal, my wife's little feet, clutching her panties, remained tightly clenched around her toes; it was unclear whether she was enjoying it or genuinely worried that her panties would fall and Da Ma would stop. The room was filled with loud moans and the rhythmic "slap! slap! slap!" of penetration. Da Ma's slightly overweight body was drenched in sweat, which dripped down his face like a leaky faucet, some onto the sheets, and a large portion onto my wanton wife's chest, neck, and cheeks. I rarely saw anyone sweat so much; Da Ma's sweat glands were incredibly developed. Watching another man's salty sweat drip onto my wife's face actually aroused me. I was utterly astonished by my wife's depravity, feeling how utterly shameless she was. Not only did she endure another man's penetration and insults, being wantonly played with, but she even passively accepted the sweat emanating from his body! She could only lie there, being fucked. I could even hear the sound of Da Ma's sweat hitting my wife's chest—"thud! thud!" My wife was being fucked; Da Ma's intense thrusting lasted a very long time before he stopped, panting heavily. My wife was also exhausted, wiping the sweat dripping from the corner of her eye. Seeing how hard Da Ma was working, she also reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "You naughty boy~, why are you pushing yourself so hard..." my wife said affectionately. "It's because you're so horny... How is it? Is it good? My special skill of continuous thrusting," Da Ma said. --Wow, continuous thrusting is a skill? Every man can do that, just for different durations. "Good... very good..." my wife hugged Da Ma's neck, the two flirting. A bead of sweat gathered on the tip of Da Ma's nose, refusing to drip. Da Ma noticed it himself, looking at his nose, but because his hands were supporting him on the bed, he blew on it twice without it falling. My wife giggled, teasing Da Ma about his crossed eyes. Da Ma muttered, "It tickles, it tickles." She pulled her arms away from his neck, lifted her head, and pressed her face close to his. She extended her soft, sweet tongue and slowly licked away the bead of sweat from the tip of his nose. This gesture was unexpected, and neither was Da Ma's, yet it was incredibly moving. Such a wife—lascivious, adorable, shameless, lively, and warm in every way—how could anyone not be captivated? Thinking of that bead of sweat seeping into my wife's taste buds, my hand, stroking my penis, quickened its pace. It wasn't over yet. His wife noticed beads of sweat on Da Ma's chin and gently licked them away. Sweat was quickly gathering on Da Ma's nose, so she stuck out her tongue and licked around his nostrils, then back to the tip, playfully teasing it. She then withdrew her tongue, pursed her lips, and sucked on the firm flesh of his nose a few times before saying to Da Ma, "So salty… really so salty…" Whether it was from being pleasured by Da Ma or something else, she spontaneously came up with this gesture to care for him. Although she preferred continuous thrusting, Xiao De and Yi Wen weren't particularly skilled at it. Da Ma was vigorous and long-lasting, but not to the extent that I was amazed. I wondered what had gotten into the atmosphere that made her so engrossed. Da Ma kissed his wife and said, "Sister-in-law, you're so good at this. Making love with you is so comfortable, both physically and mentally." Da Ma called my wife "sister-in-law" again. There's a big difference between when Da Ma is having sex with my wife and when he's not. When he's not having sex with her, he calls her "sister-in-law" and is rather shy and embarrassed. But once he's having sex with her, he becomes a "slut" and very proactive and assertive. This is similar to how many people behave differently in daily life and online. Also, a gentle person can become very agitated when driving. These things are worth studying. Da Ma's behavior should be called: a dual personality in sex! When Da Ma calls her "sister-in-law," it means his state has changed, from a frenzied sex mode to a normal mode. My wife giggled and said, "I feel good too. You naughty boy, you've ruined quite a few girls, haven't you? So vigorous..." Da Ma said, "Sister-in-law, you've sampled all kinds of men, haven't you?" "You're so skilled, so experienced! It's just different. Everything you do feels so good. Even with so many people having sex with you, your vagina is still so tight, so grippy!" The wife said, "Get lost! Don't listen to your brother's nonsense. Today is my first time having sex. You're lucky, you have to take responsibility..." Da Ma laughed loudly, "Okay, I'll take responsibility. From now on, fucking you is my responsibility. You can't stop me, you slut..." Da Ma started thrusting again. The wife exaggeratedly lay back, arms outstretched, moaning loudly. Da Ma said while fucking, "Slut, you're so easy to fuck. From now on, I'll fuck you, okay?" The wife said, "Ah... okay... from now on, I'll let you play with me... let you do me... ah~, so good..." Haha, Da Ma continued, "Then I won't pay you. Can I just play with you for free, you slut?" "I'll come to your house and fuck you, then you'll let me fuck you, and your husband will have to masturbate by himself..." "Okay~, ah..., sure..." The wife twisted her body to cooperate with Da Ma's thrusting, "I'll let you play..., I won't let him play... just watch..." Da Ma's two hands, which were supporting him on the bed, grabbed the wife's arms that were stretched out to the sides, and began a second wave of attacks. The wife's hands were grabbed, and she felt like she was being forced! Da Ma hadn't been thrusting for long before large drops of sweat started dripping down again. With her hands held down, the wife simply opened her mouth while moaning, sticking out her tongue to catch the sweat dripping from Da Ma. Da Ma cursed his wife as a slut, a whore, a bitch that anyone could ride, and he had to satisfy her, filling her belly with sweat so that she wouldn't be thirsty anymore. Watching his wife sticking out her tongue and opening her mouth to catch the sweat dripping from Da Ma, and swallowing it from time to time, even I cursed my wife in my heart as a complete slut! "She's so good at being fucked, she even drinks his sweat! She's shameless, she has no bottom line! She'll be drinking his piss later! How did I end up marrying such a slut?" This time, Da Ma's frenzied thrusting lasted longer than last time, and the intensity was no less, which surprised me. My wife couldn't even scream anymore, only moaning intermittently. Finally, Da Ma couldn't hold back any longer. With a roar, he raised his head and abruptly stopped, spurting out streams of semen. Da Ma ejaculated very forcefully, his buttocks contracting several times, and my wife trembled with each thrust. I think if it weren't for the plastic sheath, Da Ma's semen would have gone straight into my wife's uterus! Da Ma remained motionless for a while, then collapsed on top of my wife. My wife was exhausted, hugging Da Ma and panting. Da Ma turned to his side and began to knead one of my wife's breasts, while my wife stroked Da Ma's back. The two of them savored the afterglow of their lovemaking. Da Ma had already ejaculated, but his wife was still wearing that low-cut short dress, which was

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