The single man my wife loves most

My wife and I are both 40 years old and have been married for over 10 years. While our sex life is frequent, it lacks the passion of our younger days. After coaxing and persuading my wife to join a couples' dating group, and after two casual encounters and one threesome, I've always wanted her to experience a real threesome, to fully enjoy being caressed, moistened, penetrated, and intercourse by two men in turn, giving her a truly exhilarating sexual experience. So, during one particularly passionate moment, I whispered in her ear: "Let A (the husband from the couple we swapped with the first time) come over. We'll take turns raping you, and after we're done, we'll sleep together holding you." My wife reacted strongly; I felt her lower body writhe more, and she became much wetter during penetration. But what she said was: "You lecherous husband, always thinking up dirty ideas!" (A wicked smile… women have a natural sense of modesty; she might say no, but deep down she might be hoping for something).

Since my wife didn't object (if she didn't object, it usually means something's going to happen, haha), I contacted the husband from our first couples' swapping group online. The reason we chose the man from the first swap (let's call him A) was because A really liked his wife. Even though he lived far away and wasn't as handsome as the man from the second swap, he knew how to be considerate of women (this is the most important thing when looking for a single man for a threesome). Unlike the man from the second swap, who was too rough and always rushed through his own business, leaving a bad impression on his wife. During the first swap, A was very gentle and considerate to his wife: he carefully kissed her entire body during sex, gave her a passionate, almost domineering, and thorough kisses on her genitals, constantly taking turns sucking on her breasts, and even helped her put on her underwear after sex. He also massaged her neck for an hour (his wife later said that he kissed her very forcefully, almost suffocating her; when he kissed her genitals, he not only kissed her clitoris but also stuck his tongue into her vagina and stirred it around, causing her to get soaked in the sheets before he even penetrated her...). Of course, there were some shortcomings. Because it was the first time, he didn't know his wife's sexual preferences, so she didn't have an orgasm during the first few swaps. It wasn't bad, though. The second time I made love with my wife, we slept in a separate room, like a loving couple, whispering and making love for over an hour. Although my wife didn't have an orgasm, when I went in the next day, I found a stain on the sheet over 15 centimeters in diameter. I'm sure you guys know that a man's ejaculation volume is usually small after the first time, and that large stain was probably mostly from my wife's discharge. Stimulated by that stain, I looked back at my wife's bulging panties under her pajamas (my wife has a very standard figure, but her pubic area is quite thick, thicker than many fat women, and it feels really good to touch). A surge of heat rushed through me. I quickly picked up my wife, pulled down her panties, and kissed her genitals passionately. Then I forcefully penetrated her, thrusting wildly. Even though I had just made love with A's wife twice, I was still incredibly vigorous and quickly ejaculated inside her. The feeling was more pleasurable and stimulating than usual.

Getting back to the main point, after contacting A, I suggested he come over for a threesome with us. Unsurprisingly, A readily agreed (because after that exchange, he repeatedly expressed his fondness for his wife in conversations). Of course, my wife and I thanked him afterwards; he must have been exhausted from the long and bumpy journey.

A and I put a lot of effort into planning this threesome, because my wife told him that if he didn't satisfy her this time (basically, she just wanted an orgasm; she's always so reserved, haha), then there was no future talk. For this, A and I communicated online, mainly discussing what positions my wife preferred, where she liked to be kissed, what intimate words she liked, and how the activity would proceed.

After confirming the weekend, we eagerly awaited the day. However, due to work commitments, A had to postpone it by a day, so I had to change my plans as well: we went to a hotel, but couldn't stay overnight, so we had to go home afterward. I felt a pang of regret, because home is a warm, safe, and place where I can truly relax. And my original plan—that after we finished, the two men would sleep with their wives—was ruined. But that was all I could do.

Soon, the weekend arrived. The closer it got, the more anxious I became, while my wife remained indifferent. This deeply affected me. The night before the weekend, I tentatively reminded her, "He's coming tomorrow." Unexpectedly, she replied calmly, "Let him come. It's your men's business; I don't care." Hearing this, my heart sank. I felt an indescribable tightness in my chest, and I was speechless. But every time this happened, my wife would understandingly try to persuade me. She knew my personality; once I made up my mind to do something, if she objected, I would go along with it, but I would be unhappy for a long time.

That night, I talked with my wife for almost an hour. She said she wasn't really keen on these things because, firstly, she only truly loved me (I believed her, because my deep love for her had influenced my growing affection for her after we got married), and she only agreed to it because she believed in my desire to improve our sex life; secondly, women are different from men. A woman needs to have feelings for a man or be very familiar with him to naturally accept another man's physical intrusion (that's not wrong either, men think with their lower bodies, hehe). She said she hadn't seen A for almost a year and felt estranged, and the thought of seeing him naked and having sex with him again made her uncomfortable. After hearing my wife's words, I could only keep reassuring her, promising to do as she asked, staying by her side throughout the entire process, and also promising that A would talk to her more on this last day so she wouldn't feel awkward when they met again.

Following my advice, A texted his wife on the last day of the weekend, his tone gentle and considerate. Although I suggested using that tone, I knew he would have done it anyway, so I trust him in that regard. During our first swap, his attitude towards his wife was as attentive and considerate as mine towards women (women appreciate these qualities; while I'm not exactly rich and handsome, I've always been popular with women, and I think it's these "advantages" that attract them. I easily hooked up with decent women online and among my colleagues, and I almost managed to seduce three female colleagues (two of whom were girls). Of course, I didn't spend money to get them; that's what makes it exciting. Just bragging a bit, haha). However, he somewhat neglected and ignored his wife (this is what I disagree with about him, because if you really want to...). The husband, wanting his wife to experience sexual bliss and enjoy sex with other men, was more attentive to his wife's feelings and well-being during the swapping sessions. Therefore, in the first two swaps, the wives of the other couple noticed my occasional moments of distraction. In the second swap, the wife of the couple was very understanding. Even though she was tall, beautiful, and charming, I still experienced a brief period of disharmony, and she noticed and asked with concern if I was worried about my wife's situation. I want to thank her for that. (A, please don't mind if you see this; I'm just offering a friendly reminder, haha).

Anyway, on Saturday afternoon, A arrived on time. I picked him up at the station. My wife couldn't come because of work. I took A to the hotel, checked him in, and told him to rest well, as the journey was bumpy and the weather was hot, and he must be tired. I then left.

After 8 pm, my wife and I finished washing up and drove to the hotel. My wife changed into her favorite floral plaid fitted dress, the kind that reached her knees, revealing her beautiful, straight legs and outlining her full hips. Wearing high heels, her hips swayed as she walked. As we went downstairs, I stroked her round, pert buttocks, my hand occasionally moving forward to touch her plump vulva. On the way, I gently squeezed her hand and asked with a smile, "Are you nervous?" My wife smiled sweetly, "No, you seem quite excited." Amused by my wife, I slipped my hand under her dress and mischievously said, "Is it wet down there?" My wife gave me a reproachful look and pressed my hand down, preventing me from going any further. Stimulated by touching my wife's plump vulva and with the thought that "my wife's body will be entered by another man in a moment," my little brother immediately stood up. My wife is usually the most understanding of me at crucial moments. She immediately reached out and touched my crotch. "It's hard," she said with a sly smile, while stroking it incessantly, forcing me to concentrate more on driving.

We quickly found the room, knocked lightly on the door, and A peeked out and opened it slightly. We quickly slipped inside, as we didn't feel safe in the hotel. A had booked a single room as I had asked, with a large 1.5-meter-wide bed, big enough for three people to move around in. A had already showered, showing he respected others. He was wearing a white tank top and only shorts, revealing a large bulge in his crotch. After a few pleasantries, my wife shyly went to the edge of the bed to watch TV. I said, "We just showered, why don't we shower again?" A said, "Okay, I'll go first." I gave him a look and said, "Honey, you go first." My wife blushed and smiled gently, saying, "You guys go first." I said, "No, you go first." Then I pulled A's hand, signaling him to hug my wife (we had discussed this beforehand, that he would help my wife shower, a couple's bath). A immediately went over, sat down, and hugged my wife, his hands caressing her rounded shoulders. I laughed and said, "Let Brother A help you take off your clothes." My wife giggled, half-pushing away A's hands, and took off her skirt herself, revealing her alluring bikini: her fair cleavage and plump triangle area were on full display. A's hands kept stroking her up and down, and he gently kissed my wife's ear. My wife stood up, turned her back shyly, took off her bikini, and quickly walked into the bathroom. I gestured for A to quickly take off his clothes and follow me in.

A quickly stripped off his clothes, and I noticed that his penis was fully erect, the shiny glans particularly conspicuous, as if showing off its might. I also took off my clothes and went into the bathroom. My wife was already showering, and A kept rubbing her back from behind, his hands occasionally lingering on and kneading her plump buttocks, sometimes reaching out to rub her genitals, crossing his hand with hers as she washed her genitals, which was quite stimulating. His penis was throbbing slightly; it seemed his "little brother" was even more impatient than he was. Seeing this, my head buzzed, and my "little brother" immediately stood at attention. So I picked up the camera and started taking pictures.

Since my wife had just finished showering, she had only rinsed her "respectable parts" and was in a hurry to leave. I said, "Let Brother A carry you to bed." My wife blushed and politely refused, saying, "No." A didn't care what she said. He grabbed her around the waist and carried her straight out of the bathroom. My wife's eyes were half closed, her arms wrapped around my neck, her face flushed, her full breasts were squeezed by her hands, and her dark triangle of genitals was tightly pressed between her thighs. Her face was nestled against A's neck, and A's raging "little brother" was exposed between her legs, looking like it was about to display its power.

A gently placed his wife on the bed, then immediately turned to his side, half-pressing her down, and kissed her deeply on the lips. His wife let out a deep "oh," a sound that was either joyful or a breathless nasal tone; I couldn't tell, because my wife had told me that A's kisses were particularly forceful, almost like he was trying to suck the tongue out. I silently watched them kiss passionately, a fire burning within me. A's hands moved incessantly from her breasts to her genitals, caressing and kneading them. Soon, his mouth moved to her firm breasts, sucking them deeply, making "tsk tsk" sounds. My wife's expression was dazed, her eyes half-closed, emitting soft moans. One small hand first gently stroked her back, then quickly moved down to her penis, rubbing it incessantly. The other hand explored her nipples, gently circling and rubbing them (my wife is incredibly skilled at touching men's nipples; every time we make love, she gently massages my nipples from beginning to end, which feels incredibly good, greatly increasing my erection and prolonging the duration of intercourse). He turned and shifted his wife's hips, then buried his head in her genitals, sucking vulva deeply. His wife occasionally let out "screams," likely from the excitement of his tongue touching her clitoris, and her hands increased the frequency of rubbing his penis. His wife's genitals were already overflowing with fluids, a complete mess; her hips writhed joyfully, her moans growing increasingly rapid. Her hands constantly rubbed and pressed against his head, clearly anticipating his penetration and their intercourse. Seeing

the time was right, he rolled over and knelt, wrapping his arms around his wife's hips and legs. His wife cooperated by spreading her legs, and he positioned his engorged penis, aiming it at her vaginal opening. He rotated the head against the opening, then pressed down hard with his hips, plunging it fully inside. His wife let out a long, joyful "Ah!" and immediately wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. He then used his hands to support himself, his hips moving up and down. I turned them to their side and saw my wife's half-closed eyes, dazed and lost in thought. Her hips arched intermittently to meet the thrusts of my penis, which was making vigorous piston-like movements, penetrating deeply with each stroke. I moved closer to their genitals, where their dark vulvas were colliding, flesh against flesh making a "slap slap" sound, accompanied by "tsk tsk" sounds of wetness. My wife was very wet. I watched closely as my penis rapidly entered and exited my wife's honey pot, each time it came out covered in my wife's sticky, wet love juice, covering its entire penis. When it was fully inserted, my wife would naturally arch her hips to meet it, as if wanting my penis to penetrate even deeper, for the intercourse to be more powerful and intimate.

Perhaps due to the intense stimulation, his thrusts became faster and more forceful, accompanied by increasingly rapid breathing. I guessed he was about to climax. His wife sensed it too, her hands tightly gripping his waist, occasionally pressing down on his firm, large buttocks, her hips undulating more joyfully in sync with his thrusts. After a series of rapid, uninterrupted thrusts, he let out a low growl, pressing his lower body tightly against his wife's, his buttocks muscles contracting frequently, as he ejaculated deeply into her body. His wife clung tightly to his back, her lower body writhing violently. Almost simultaneously with his ejaculation, she let out a long, low moan from the depths of her throat—she had reached orgasm. Her delicate hands tightly embraced his strong back. The two lay there, tightly embracing each other, for about ten seconds. Then, she released her hands and gently stroked his back, the scene filled with tenderness and warmth. After all, this man had just completely merged with her, her body having been thoroughly enjoyed and ravaged by him!

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