From Shy Housewife to Willing Concubine 4-6: The Colorful Sexual Journey of a Charming Housewife

4.
My wife, her face upturned, her long, flowing black hair swaying in the breeze, warmed my heart. My gaze remained fixed on her beautiful face: she wore a white T-shirt that reached her waist and skinny jeans that perfectly accentuated her hips, chest, waist, and legs.
The setting sun cast its glow on her face, and I was captivated by the spring breeze.
This was in my wife's hometown, a corner of Y City. We were walking on a sunny March day in the outskirts of Y City, in a rural-urban fringe area far from the city's hustle and bustle, with fields of rapeseed flowers and winding paths leading down to the distant mountains.
My wife had always excelled academically. In our generation, parents were proud of their children's academic achievements and almost without exception sent them to high school and university, majoring in science.
My in-laws, however, gave my wife the opportunity to choose, allowing her to study music, majoring in the guzheng (a traditional Chinese zither). Perhaps because my in-laws were both university professors, and both majored in humanities, their family had a strong literary atmosphere, traditional yet very democratic.
I remember the first time I visited my wife's parents, I was incredibly nervous, but they were very easygoing. When they learned I studied science, they didn't see me as an oddball. Afterwards, when my wife told me I had "passed the test," I happily picked her up and spun her around several times, and she giggled.
On our wedding day, my father-in-law presented me with a handwritten scroll inscribed with "A fine son-in-law, a fine son-in-law."
To continue her beloved research and studies, my wife gave up the opportunity to become a university teacher shortly after our marriage. During this time, she only occasionally studied English or tutored a few students; the rest of her time was devoted to taking care of me.
This filled me with gratitude towards my wife, and I vowed to love her forever. At the same time, I also paid attention to intimacy in our marriage, secretly watching porn and reading novels to learn new techniques. Among these, novels about cuckolding resonated with me the most. Initially, I resisted them, asking myself, how could such people exist? But later, when making love with my wife, scenes from those novels would occasionally appear in my mind, and my penis would throb with excitement. Gradually, these moments became more and more frequent.
My wife is rather conservative when it comes to sex. When we first got married, she was almost indifferent to sex, content to fall asleep peacefully in my arms at night. She wasn't very aroused during sex. As our marriage progressed, her needs increased, and I noticed she became noticeably more aroused and enjoyed sex more. However, she wasn't entirely open, at least not as open as in adult videos.
Sometimes, when I tried to try new positions, she would shyly refuse or say, "That's so perverted, don't do it again." The more she acted this way, the more scenes from those "wife-cuckolding" novels would pop into my head. Staring at her curvaceous body, stroking her silky skin, those wicked thoughts flooded my mind: "wife-cuckolding" is such a wrong term; it should be called "wife-loving" novels. When I imagined those scenes in our marriage, I was filled with love for my wife!
Finally, I cautiously began to mention the existence of such things to her.
She flew into a rage, something she had never done before. She even cried and said I didn't love her anymore. She only stopped after I swore I'd never mention it again.
A few months later, my wife actually brought it up herself, asking what I really thought. Was I looking for some kind of thrill?
I hesitated for a long time, wondering whether to answer directly or pretend to be serious and say I was just curious.
Finally, I decided to take the plunge and frankly explain to my wife: "It's not 'adultery,' it's a threesome. It refers to sex between two men and one woman. Most often, the husband brings in another man from outside the marriage for the three of us. I think it's because I love you deeply and want to see you happy. This is even deeper than my love for you to remain celibate."
Perhaps because I've always been seen as honest and upright in my wife's eyes, she seemed to accept my explanation, or rather, my excuse, and didn't start another big argument. However, she still warned me: "What a perverted idea, honey, don't dream about it. I will never agree to it." I breathed a sigh of relief; I'd gotten away with it.
Knowing my wife as I do, this had planted a seed in her heart.
After a period of silence, I started compiling a few novels about cuckolding and sent them to my wife's email, ostensibly to let her better understand the hidden side of my heart. I knew she had plenty of free time and would have time to read them.
"Honey, what did you send? It's disgusting. I deleted it,"
I replied with a sad emoji. My wife immediately replied with a sly smile.
I was overjoyed; there was hope! Once again, my wife didn't get angry about it. This meant the seed had sprouted!
Later, we would discuss the details of cuckolding stories during sex, and my wife's shy expression would make my penis thicker and deeper, and her moans more intense. Finally
, my wife agreed to chat with X-Wei on QQ.
X
-Wei was a friend I met on a forum who not only had cuckolding thoughts but also had experience with couples swapping sex. We had exchanged photos of ourselves and our genitals, and my wife didn't seem particularly averse to it.
My wife said, "I chatted with Xwei online just to give you material for your imagination, don't expect me to do anything with him!"
I said, "I know, I love you to death, baby! I wouldn't even let you do that."
"And also, you're not allowed to look while they're chatting, but you can look at the chat history yourself when I'm not around. You
pervert!" my wife said plaintively but also shyly.
...
It has progressed to today, and a real threesome has been achieved.
At my insistence, my wife and Xwei spent the night together in the guest room.
The moment I said goodnight and closed the door, I felt excited but also like I was being stabbed in the heart.
My wife's face was flushed, her hands tightly gripping the corner of the blanket to cover her chest, her eyes clearly about to burst into tears.
Xwei seized the opportunity to hug my wife from behind.
I ruthlessly closed the door and left.
I lay alone on the bed in the bedroom, recalling every little thing since I met my wife, fell in love, and got married. Waves of self-reproach, pity, and worry surged into my heart: My wife must be feeling very wronged, right? I shattered her fairytale world, her crystal kingdom. She longed for lifelong companionship, and I destroyed it all with my own hands. What's left? Naked desire? Can we ever go back?
Thinking these thoughts, I got up and went upstairs to the guest room. There, I saw my wife holding a large penis in both hands, her eyes glazed, alternately sucking and swallowing it. Her body was sitting on a pair of hairy legs, moving up and down. I knew it was another large penis fucking her. My penis was rock hard. I stepped forward, trying to push away the two men making my wife perform oral sex, and tried to embrace my beloved wife.
But they only gave me a gentle push, and I fell to the ground. My wife giggled and continued her lewd intercourse. Yes, intercourse. My wife's plump, wet vagina was a mess, muddy and chaotic, swallowing and swallowing that huge penis like a baby's mouth! A wave of pain washed over me.
"No!" I screamed, and woke up, my face covered in tears. It was all just a dream.
Staring at the ceiling, I wondered if my wife and X-Wei were asleep.
The thought immediately made it impossible for me to fall back asleep. I tiptoed upstairs and pressed my ear against the guest room door, listening intently.
"Sister-in-law, do you need to go wash up?" came X-Wei's voice. It seemed they had made love while I was asleep.
"..." My wife stammered, but I didn't hear her clearly.
"Sister-in-law..."
"Don't call me sister-in-law, it makes me sound old," my wife said shyly.
"Oh, Y, can I call you Y? Like older brother. Y, you're so beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as your wife!" my wife replied.
X-Wei's wife is quite beautiful, not only beautiful but also sexy. My wife and I have only seen photos of her. X-Wei's wife is about 168cm tall, and X-Wei says her breasts are E-cup. She always has a smile on her face and is very lively and cheerful. She's currently traveling with the children.
"You're both beautiful, but in different ways."
"Oh?"
"Little R has a sexy beauty. Y, you have an endearing beauty. You have an intellectual air that I've never seen in any other woman. I'm so glad I met Brother L."
"What is sexy beauty?" I remarked. My wife still minded being praised by other women in front of her, even if that person was X-Wei's legal wife. "Sexy
means wanting to caress you, wanting to fuck you." X-Wei's voice began to carry a seductive tone, "And Y, your beauty not only makes me want to hold you in my arms and fuck you, but also want to hold you in my arms and kiss you."
At this moment, I suddenly remembered my wife's "Ah!"
Later, according to my wife, at this moment, X-Wei lifted my wife up and made her sit on his lap, facing me. The two were naked, their arms entwined.
The wife, shy and embarrassed to face X-Wei directly, could only lean on his shoulder, letting him do as he pleased.
"Mmm...ah," her voice was sometimes low, sometimes high.
According to her, X-Wei's hands were magical; whether he was vigorously kneading her breasts or slowly stroking her back, it made her tremble all over. The fluid in her vagina seemed to be shaken out, flowing down X-Wei's thighs, making a squelching sound with the movement of her buttocks.
At this moment, X-Wei's massive penis, like a snake awakened from hibernation, came alive again under the teasing of her buttocks, its purplish-black glans pressing against her buttocks.
"Between me and Brother L, who fucks you better?"
"Of course, my husband!" the wife retorted, which comforted me, who was outside the door.
"Ah..." the wife cried out in surprise. X-Wei touched her vagina, his index finger leisurely circling her clitoris.
"Say it again, who's better?"
"Oh~" My wife breathed a sigh of relief, "Equally better!" ...
My wife succumbed again. I hesitated to leave, but couldn't bring myself to do it.
"You and my husband both have that fetish. Has your little R ever done that to you?"
"No, she's even worse than you!"
"Oh?!" My wife was smart; she didn't press the matter. She knew X-Wei would tell the
story himself. X-Wei was a master storyteller. Perhaps when I was present, he was considerate of my feelings and didn't dare to grope my wife, and his language was slightly more civilized.
Now, with only the two of them in the room, he completely let loose. Holding my wife, his beloved goddess, he could kiss, touch, and even slap her buttocks with his large penis at will, and my wife would always respond with screams or moans. This must have given him a lot of inspiration.
My
wife later told me that X-Wei's stories—his childhood voyeurism of his mother's affair with his second uncle, and his extramarital sexual experiences with Xiao R after marriage—were things she could never have imagined.
I was fortunate enough to listen to the whole story from outside the door, accompanied by my wife's moans and the occasional "slap slap" sounds of the two having sex.
X-Wei's hometown was in a rural area of a city in G province. Although his father had a rural household registration, he didn't work in the fields; both he and his mother were primary school teachers.
X-Wei's mother's family was from the city. As a sent-down youth, she had no connections and married X-Wei's father in the countryside. When the mass exodus to the cities occurred, she chose to stay in the countryside and had X-Wei.
X-Wei's mother was fair-skinned, generous, and taller than almost all the women in the village.
From a young age, his mother was X-Wei's goddess and the idol of all the men in the village.
Sometimes, when visitors came to visit, and only my mother and young Xwei were home, those men would unabashedly scan my mother's body from head to toe with their eager, almost tangible gazes. Sometimes their gazes would linger on her chest, sometimes on her buttocks, and sometimes they would stare blankly at her face.
Whenever this happened, my mother would blush and whisper to the visitor, "Uncle, should I go find my husband?" The visitor would always awkwardly say no, no, and then flee in a hurry.
"Your mother is so beautiful!" my wife asked.
"Yes, some women are stunningly beautiful, while others are pitifully beautiful. How to describe my mother's beauty? It leaves one feeling wistful." X-Wei said, unusually serious. "My mother's family background was bad. When the educated youth returned to the city, no one helped her. Otherwise, her situation would definitely be different. However, my mother's refined manners are inherited from her family."
"Y, your temperament is somewhat similar to my mother's." As he spoke, X-Wei tightened his arms around his wife's waist, his right hand reaching behind her to her buttocks, scratching a few times, then pinching her labia minora.
"Hmm, disgusting... You wouldn't do that to your mother, would you?" My heart skipped a beat. My wife had lost her temper and actually asked such a question. Her usual gentleness and refinement couldn't withstand X-Wei's teasing.
"..." After a moment of silence, X-Wei said, "No, but I've seen my mother and my second uncle being intimate." X-Wei said resentfully, his tone like a child whose favorite toy had been taken away.

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