Repost 1: Happy and Sexy Wife

(I've been reading 69's articles for a while now, and I've gradually developed the idea of writing something to share with fellow enthusiasts
. Fortunately, I have some writing skills, but this is my first time writing this kind of article, so it's inevitably
a bit rough around the edges. However, my life experiences can still provide some inspiration for my writing, making it less difficult for me. Here, I've recounted
some fragments of my life, divided into chapters. I hope I can continue writing, and of course, this requires your
support. If you brothers and sisters find it acceptable, please give me some feedback; consider it
encouragement to continue writing, how about that?)

My wife and I were classmates in high school. From dating to marriage, we were together for four years. My wife is of average height
and build, with a very pretty face—the kind of woman everyone would say, "Hmm, quite beautiful." We were both
born in rural areas, but by the time we got married, we were already living in a large provincial capital. Perhaps because of our backgrounds, we are both
very traditional, so much so that nothing too outrageous happened during our four years together, until two days before our wedding, when
we finally united in body and soul. We were very happy after our marriage. She devoted herself to the household and took meticulous care of me
. I loved her deeply.

For the first two years of our marriage, our sex life was ordinary, evolving from initial passion to a state of calm. Then
one night… after we got into bed, we talked about the news. We discussed a woman who had been raped and
insisted on reporting it, but her husband, fearing embarrassment, wouldn't let her report it. Unexpectedly, the woman, unable to contain her anger, secretly reported it to the police.
The incident became a public scandal, and the husband, feeling utterly ashamed, sent his wife back to her parents' home, ending their marriage. As we
talked , my wife suddenly asked me, "If someone… did that to me, what would you do?"

An image immediately flashed in my mind: a man on top of her, his thick, dark penis
thrusting wildly into her, while she desperately struggled, hitting the man… Thinking of this, I
felt a strange urge.

I turned and picked her up, saying, "Then… what would you do?" One hand began to caress her breasts.

Her face flushed, and she said between thoughts, "I would... um... I'm not sure, maybe... I'll listen to you."

My hand had already slid down to her crotch, past the pubic hair, and I found it was already wet. I smiled mischievously
and said, "I've heard that women have fantasies about being raped, have you ever?"

My wife punched me lightly, "Who said that? You men just love to rummage about these things."

I gently touched her clitoris and said, "Then why are you all wet down there when you mention it?"

My wife was even more embarrassed, rolled over and hugged me, saying, "You're so bad, you're so bad." My penis was also
unbearably got up and pressed myself against her, thrusting in heavily. My wife let out a soft moan and sighed, "Ah... so hard!"

The scene of my wife being raped flashed through my mind again, and this scene excited me immensely. After a few thrusts,
I slowed down and asked her, "Tell the truth, have you ever thought about having sex with other men?"

My wife was clearly engrossed, and her shyness only intensified when she heard my question. "No... I... I haven't," she said.

I teased her, stopping my movements and saying, "If you don't tell the truth, I won't move anymore."

My wife was in the heat of the moment, and seeing my question, she seemed a little anxious. She said, "Then... don't be
angry when I tell you."

I said, "Of course."

She stammered, "Sometimes... I've thought about it."

I quickly asked, "With whom?"

"With... with... oh, I won't say anymore."

I resumed my rapid thrusting, saying, "Tell me, it's okay, I won't be angry, tell me quickly!"

My wife was now panting heavily, having abandoned her shyness and reservations. "I've thought about... about having sex with that
... that Xiao Lu from your workplace and that... Song Ming from our workplace."

So that's it! Xiao Lu and Song Ming had only been to my house a few times. Both of them were the strong type and
quite handsome. It turned out that my wife had actually considered having sex with them. I never imagined my usually dignified and quiet wife would
have such desires. Strangely enough, instead of feeling uncomfortable hearing her words, I
became even more excited. Looking at my equally excited wife, I felt an unprecedented thrill.

I continued to ask her, "How do you want them to do you?"

My wife, completely uninhibited in her excitement, said lasciviously, "I want...I want their dicks...inserting into
me, forcefully...inserting, from the front...from the back...so powerful...so...comfortable!"

I felt myself about to climax; the pleasure was unparalleled. I said, "Then let them do you.
I am Xiao Lu, I am Song Ming, and they are...fucking you."

My wife was also at her peak of excitement, shouting, "Come on...Xiao Lu...come on, Song Ming...fuck me! I
want you...let you fuck me!"

A surge of heat erupted within me, and my wife tensed her body, moaning ecstatically. We both climaxed simultaneously. We
lay down, utterly exhausted, the unprecedented pleasure leaving us with an unprecedented fatigue. A moment later, my wife rested
her head on my chest and whispered, "Honey, just now... I... I..."

I knew what she was thinking; she was afraid I might have a bad opinion of her. I smiled, gently stroked her
hair , and said, "It's nothing. It doesn't matter what you say or think in bed. It's not real. As long as we're both
comfortable, that's all that matters."

My wife hugged me tightly and said, "Honey, you're so good."

I hugged her back and said, "I will always love you."

I could feel my wife's happiness; it came from the bottom of her heart. I also had a vague premonition that our
sex life might become more colorful in the future.

(I) The Impulse on the Bus

Since that night, my wife and I's sex life has taken on a new color. We always express our
fantasies during sex without any reservations. We've even agreed that we can say and think anything during sex, but we'll
still act the same as usual in our daily lives to avoid any negative impact on our family. That being said, I
still felt somewhat uncomfortable when I saw Xiao Lu at work, but then I thought it wasn't really uncomfortable, and besides, it was
a secret between my wife and me, something no one else would ever know. So, I felt a mischievous
joy in keeping it a secret.

My wife seemed more energetic than before, always with a charming smile on her face. People say that a harmonious sex life has
beauty benefits for women, and it seems that's true. About four months later, something happened that added even more color to that picture.

It was Sunday, and we went shopping in the downtown shopping district. We had to take a bus from our house to the shopping district, and
that bus was always notoriously crowded. Crowded buses are always hotbeds of stories, and I never imagined
that my wife would become the protagonist of one that day.

It was the height of summer, and extremely hot. That day, my wife was dressed very lightly—a tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt and a knee-length skirt—
simple, bright, and sexy all at once. We boarded the bus near our house. Because it was in the middle of the route, it was very crowded, and
by the time we got on, we were already in close contact with other people. We had to stand by the door. At the next stop,
a few more people got on, and my wife and I had to squeeze in, climbing up the steps from the doorway. Two
of were standing at the bottom of the steps. At first, I didn't think anything was wrong, but then I noticed
a boy of about seventeen or eighteen standing at the bottom of the steps staring intently. I followed his gaze and discovered he was looking
at my wife's thighs! Because of the crowd, my wife's short skirt rode up again, revealing almost her buttocks on top of her already
exposed thighs. Moreover, the boy was positioned very low, his head level with her chest, making his view
even clearer. My wife, with her back to the door, had no idea that a pair of lustful eyes were
staring at her smooth, white thighs. I felt my penis slowly becoming erect.

At the next stop, several people got off and several others got on. I saw the boy step onto the steps by the door
, casually leaning towards my wife from behind. I knew his intentions, but I made no move;
I even hoped something would happen. Sure enough, the boy stopped behind my wife. I was
facing , able to clearly see his face, but not his hands hanging down. He pretended to be nonchalant
, pressing his body tightly against my wife's back. After a while, I saw my wife become uneasy, her body
shifting slightly. I knew the boy had begun his move. My wife seemed unwilling to let others know she was being
violated, only frowning, her face gradually turning red.

I casually shifted my body back slightly, and in that instant, I saw the boy's hands
caressing my wife's buttocks. My wife's buttocks were pert and firm; the boy must have been enjoying it immensely.
After a , I noticed my wife's face growing increasingly red, and her eyes becoming somewhat hazy. I
glanced down again, as before, and there he was—the boy's right hand was inside her skirt, rubbing against her inner thigh. My wife had
her legs tightly pressed together, seemingly trying to stop the boy from touching her, yet also trying to hold onto his hand. Looking at her face, she
seemed somewhat intoxicated.

I found it incredibly exciting; I never imagined that a boy touching my wife in front of me would excite me. I had a
vague feeling that I should do something, but this excitement rendered me incapable of doing anything; I could only
watch silently from the side. Slowly, my wife sensed something was wrong; it seemed the boy's hand had slipped inside her underwear. She
let out a soft gasp and looked at me. As if possessed, I put my right index finger to my lips and shushed
him. My wife's mouth dropped open. She'd seen my left hand gripping the handrail, while my right wasn't
down there. She'd initially thought I was touching her, but now she realized it wasn't, and I'd even gestured for her to be quiet… My
wife was quick-witted; she immediately understood what was happening. Her face flushed even more, and she froze, staring blankly out the window
.

The boy, completely oblivious to our brief exchange, continued enjoying himself. Seeing
my wife offer no resistance, he grew bolder. I inadvertently saw him unzip his fly
and quickly pull out his penis. In an instant, I noticed it was quite thick, veins bulging, very impressive
.

I wasn't worried; in this environment, he couldn't possibly penetrate my wife.
He leaned forward again, and I guessed his penis was between her legs. My
wife's eyes were closed, looking very pleased. I think he understood my feelings; at that moment, we seemed to
be truly in sync. Her face was flushed, and she was panting softly. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand tightly from below,
while the boy began to tremble, letting out a few muffled groans before collapsing. I knew he
and my wife had reached their climax at the same time.

We arrived at our stop. My wife and I got off the bus, and from behind I saw white fluid flowing down between her legs. She quickly
stopped and whispered to me, "Cover me up, don't let anyone see." I stood behind her and looked back into
the bus. I saw the boy looking at us. The bus drove off again, carrying that innocent, surprised face
away . I gave him a smile that left him utterly bewildered.

That day, when I got home, I couldn't wait to push my wife onto the bed, lift her skirt, and touch
the stains she hadn't wiped off. I said, "Wife, you have someone else's semen on you."

My wife was so ashamed that she wanted to disappear. She covered her face and said, "It's all your fault. You watched your wife being humiliated by someone else, and you
didn't say anything, and you even..."

I smiled and said, "Weren't you enjoying it too? As long as you're happy, it doesn't matter."

My wife lowered her hands and said shyly, "Honey, are you really not bothered? You really won't think
I'm a bad woman?"

I said, "As long as you love me and I love you, what does it matter if we seek some pleasure?"

My wife hugged me excitedly, "Come on, honey, let's be happy together!"

We became one.

(II) A Secret Encounter at Home

That day, when I got home from work, my wife wasn't home yet. She would be home half an hour later than me. As
soon as I entered the house, it started raining outside. The rain came quickly and heavily, and I was worried that my wife wouldn't be able to get home.
So I called her workplace to ask if she needed me to pick her up. She said it was fine, she'd leave once the rain stopped.
I went to the kitchen to cook, and an hour later, I finally heard a knock at the door. When I opened it, I was startled to see my wife
's colleague, Song Ming, standing behind her.

My wife smiled and said, "The rain just wouldn't stop, I was so worried, luckily Song Ming drove to work and
gave me a ride home."

I knew Song Ming was my wife's driver, so I smiled and said to him, "Thank you so much, come in, have
a seat, have dinner before you leave." My wife also invited Song Ming to stay for dinner, and he agreed. Actually, as soon as
I saw Song Ming, I had a strange feeling. I immediately thought of the lewd things my wife and I had said in bed, and my heart...
A little sour. But that was in bed, after all. In real life, we should act like normal people. He kindly brought
my wife home, so I had no reason to think of anything else, and I couldn't be rude.

Song Ming seemed to be in his early thirties, a few years older than me. He was married, strong
, with a square, angular face, very manly—no wonder my wife had those fantasies. Song Ming was very outgoing.
After agreeing to stay for dinner, we sat in the living room chatting about everything under the sun. My wife went to the kitchen and prepared
a few dishes . Then, we started drinking. At first, Song Ming said he didn't want to drink because he had to drive, but to express
my gratitude, I enthusiastically urged him, and my wife also told him it was okay to drink a little, so he started drinking. But who knew he was
the kind of person who, once he started drinking, couldn't stop. Without me having to persuade him, he poured himself a drink and drank it all, eventually collapsing
onto the table and falling fast asleep. My wife and I were both amused and exasperated, so we helped him to the single bed in the study and let
him fall into a deep sleep. It seemed he would be staying at our house for the night.

After tidying up and washing up, my wife and I got into bed too. I felt uneasy, lying there silently. My
wife nudged me and said, "What's wrong? What are you thinking about?"

I was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "I didn't expect Song Ming to stay at our house."

Perhaps sensing the slight sourness in my tone, my wife pinched me and said, "Are you
thinking about something? We agreed that you wouldn't think about anything else."

I laughed and said, "No, you're overthinking it. Don't worry about him, we..." As I spoke, I took off her nightgown and
began to caress her breasts. My wife didn't say anything, closing her eyes and letting me touch her. Actually, I couldn't shake
the image of Song Ming from my mind. Looking at my wife's fair skin and feeling the delicate touch, I wondered what Song Ming would think if
he saw such a beautiful woman? Would my wife really let me touch her? As I thought about it, my lower body
became erect. A while later, my wife became wet from my touch and started moaning softly. She then grabbed my erect penis and
gently rubbed it. Suddenly, I had an idea and said to my wife, "Give me a blowjob."

Because my wife and I rarely perform oral sex, she always says it's unclean, and only occasionally agrees when I pester her.
Even then, it's just a perfunctory act. But today, I suddenly really wanted her to give me oral sex. She hesitated for a moment,
then leaned down, buried her head between my legs, licked my glans, and then took it into her mouth. I let out a long sigh of pleasure
. A while later, I turned over and gave her oral sex too. After licking for a few moments, my wife couldn't take it anymore and
said to me, "Come on, put it in."

I immediately responded, pulled my penis out of her mouth, and fucked her hard. My wife was obviously very comfortable
, but she was a little afraid that Song Ming in the other room would hear, so her voice was a little suppressed. I asked her, "Do you want someone else to
do it ?"

My wife hummed softly for a moment, then whispered, "Yes."

I said excitedly, "Let Song Ming do it to you, he's at our house."

My wife hugged me tightly, panting, "Honey, you're so bad, you... if you keep being so
bad, I... I... I'll really let him do it to me."

I was also extremely excited and said, "Okay, let's go over there now, let him do it to you, okay?"

After saying that, I was about to get up, but my wife quickly hugged me and said, "Oh, I... I'm not serious,
if people find out... how can I face them, I won't."

I thrust a few more times, and perhaps stimulated by what I had just said, my wife cried out loudly, "So good!

You're fucking me so... good!" I asked her again, "Didn't you miss Song Ming? Why are you scared now?"

My wife said, "I do miss him, but... but..."

I quickly asked, "What do you miss about him?"

My wife said bluntly, "I miss his... cock... cock... fucking me!"

I felt so excited, I decided to take further action. I slowed down and said, "Honey, he's
drunk right now, sleeping like a log. Why don't we go over there and do it next to him? That would be so much fun!
Let's be careful not to wake him, okay?"

My wife was excited too. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Okay, but we have to be careful."

I said, "Don't worry."

So, I stood up, and my wife got up too, giving me a mischievous smile. Like two
children about to play a prank, we quietly went to the study, naked. Song Ming was still asleep in bed, snoring loudly.
I think he never dreamed he'd have such good fortune. My wife quietly crouched down beside Song Ming's bed, looking at his sleeping posture.
I whispered, "Take a good look. He's the one you always want to make love to."

My wife pinched my thigh, her face flushed. I squatted at the head of the bed, touching her wet vulva
, and said, "Want to kiss him?"

My wife's eyes shimmered, and she hesitated. I quickly rubbed her clitoris again, saying, "It's okay, he
won't know. Kiss me, you've never been kissed by another man besides me."

My wife finally made up her mind, bringing her small, red lips to Song Ming's. Slowly, slowly,
my heart pounded, a thousand sensations merging into a tremendous stimulation. We watched as our lips met. Afraid of
waking Song Ming, my wife's movements were gentle; first she touched him a few times, then rubbed, and then she licked him with her tongue until
his lips glistened with moisture. Watching this unbelievable scene, I was utterly aroused.
I couldn't wait to get behind my wife, raise my penis, and thrust it inside. My wife quickly raised her head, covering her mouth, afraid of making
a sound. I began to slowly thrust in and out, leaning down to whisper to her, "Finally kissing the man of your dreams, is
it good?"

My wife hummed softly, "Honey, I feel so...exciting."

I asked again, "Do you really want to do it with him now?"

My wife said, "Yes...yes...I really want to...but..."

I said, "Why not see...his...penis?"

Without me saying anything more, my wife slowly moved her head towards Song Ming's crotch. Song Ming was wearing those
thin- trousers, and when he lay down, a bulge was clearly visible between his legs. My wife stopped at that bulge. To
make it easier for her to move, I stopped too, watching her carefully place her right hand on it, and she let out a long
"Ah!" Then, she lowered her head and kissed it a few times.

Watching my wife make such a lewd move, I asked her, "Do you really want it?"

My wife said in a voice so low it was almost inaudible, "I really want...this...penis...to fuck me...honey."
"Honey, I love his... cock so much!" She buried her head between Song Ming's legs, kissing
his . My blood was boiling; I even had a strong urge to see that penis inside my wife's vagina.
But I knew the consequences of waking Song Ming, what the future would hold. We could only
play around while he was unconscious. Song Ming was still snoring loudly; I knew he
wouldn't wake up easily.

So I said, "Honey, let's be gentle, he won't wake up."

My wife looked back at me, her expression completely absorbed in lust. She asked, "Are you sure it's okay?"

I said, "It's okay, take it out. That's the cock you've been wanting for so long."

Without hesitation, my wife gently unzipped Song Ming's pants, reached inside, and
slowly pulled the penis out from the side of his underwear. Indeed, even limp, the penis was about ten centimeters long, white
. My wife held it in her hand and gently pulled back the foreskin, seemingly talking to herself, "What a cute cock,
Song Ming, is this your cock? I love it."

Unable to resist the stimulation, I started thrusting again, very gently, afraid of waking Song Ming. At that moment, my wife whispered
to me, "Honey, I want to eat it."

I said, "Go ahead. See if his tastes the same as mine."

I turned my upper body behind my wife and watched as she touched Song Ming's glans with the tip of her tongue, then opened
her mouth and took the entire glans into her mouth. Because of my movements, her mouth moved up and down in response. Suddenly,
Song Ming's snoring stopped abruptly, emitting a strange sound. My wife quickly pulled her mouth away, not daring to move.
Song Ming smacked his lips a few times, rolled over, and resumed snoring, his exposed penis
noticeably more erect. I knew it was a natural reaction; he must be having some kind of erotic dream. My wife turned to look at
me, and I gently shushed her. My wife whispered, "Maybe... let's stop playing."

I could hear a hint of fear and reluctance in her voice, so I said, "Be careful, it'll be
alright."

She didn't say anything more. Since Song Ming had turned to the side, it was inconvenient for my wife to stand bent over, so she knelt down.
That way, my penis was in front of her again, and I knelt down too, thrusting again. I asked her, "Wife,
does Song Ming's penis smell good?"

My wife said lewdly, "It smells good... very delicious, much better than yours..."

I said, "Then you can eat it every day."

My wife was extremely aroused by my penetration, and she was incredibly lustful. I knew that at this point she could say anything
, and these lewd words were what aroused my desire the most. So I teased her into making even more lewd noises and groans. Sure enough,
my wife said, "I want to... eat it every day... I also want... him to... fuck me every day..."

I said, "Then bring him home every day, find opportunities to suck his cock, and let him fuck you."

My wife said, "Then... then... won't you be jealous?"

I said, "No, if you're happy, you can even be his concubine, let him fuck you every day, and I'll
watch from the side."

My wife said, "Then... then I... will have two husbands."

I said, "Yes, call him that, call him husband."

My wife really whispered, "Song Ming, my... husband, from now on... I'm... your wife,
Song Ming... did you hear me? My good husband... from now on, you... you can fuck me every day... every day, you...
I'll do anything you want..." My wife's excitement slowly... Reaching her climax, she leaned towards Song Ming, who was lying on his side
, and cupped her right breast with her right hand, placing her nipple into Song Ming's slightly open mouth, murmuring, "Husband,
eat my...milk, husband, good...good husband...ah...oh...ah~~"

I also felt my climax approaching, and I started thrusting rapidly: "Wife, you...you're so horny! You really need to be fucked,
quick, quick, go eat your husband's cock."

Hearing this, my wife quickly moved her body back, saying, "Song Ming...my good husband...let me eat
...eat your...cock, make it hard, you...you're so good...fuck me...ah~~fuck me...fuck..." Before she
finished speaking , she took Song Ming's cock in her mouth and sucked on it desperately, then immediately raised her head and let out a long, heart-wrenching
moan~~We both came at the same time.

My wife and I were so tired we knelt on the floor. My wife leaned against me, breathing softly, while Song Ming was still
fast , his erect penis sticking out, the glans glistening from my wife's mouth. I
pointed to it for my wife to see, and she glanced at it shyly before burying her face in my chest. I patted her,
signaling her to go back to our bedroom. She tiptoed back, and I gently put Song Ming's penis back into his underwear
. It remained erect, and after I zipped it up, there was a bulge in his crotch.
I patted it lightly and said to the lifeless Song Ming, "You're quite the lucky guy. Keep dreaming."

Back in the bedroom, I saw my wife lying there with her back to me, motionless. I knew she couldn't be asleep. I
lay down too and gently turned her over. She turned around, her face still flushed, head bowed, avoiding my gaze. I
asked, "What's wrong? Are you embarrassed?" She remained silent. I lifted her face and suddenly realized she was crying.
I hugged her tenderly, stroking her long, beautiful hair, and said, "My dear wife, don't think too much. We were just
playing a game. We haven't lost anything; on the contrary, aren't we having a lot of fun?"

My wife's voice trembled as she said, "Honey, I believe you won't look down on me because of this. But,
did we go too far today?"

I said, "No, this is a secret just between the two of us. Besides, we both need
the joy this secret brings, so why not?"

My wife playfully punched me, laughed, and said, "You always have an excuse, but it felt really exciting."

I said, "If you want, there will be other opportunities in the future."

My wife smiled sweetly again, nestled in my arms, and fell asleep. The next morning, I went to the study and saw
Song Ming sitting on the bed, lost in thought, his lower body still bulging. Seeing me come in, she quickly blocked my way with her arm, stood up,
and said, "I'm sorry, I drank too much. Please excuse the commotion."

I waved my hand and said, "Not at all, getting drunk at the dinner table is common. Come on, let's have breakfast."

At the table, my wife simply greeted Song Ming briefly before lowering her head to eat. I knew my wife...
Feeling embarrassed and at a loss for words, I quickly said a few things to smooth things over. After dinner, I told my wife, "You
go , I'll clean up."

Watching my wife get into Song Ming's car, and seeing Song Ming acting like a perfect gentleman, I couldn't help but laugh
. My wife turned around, glanced at me, and made a playful face. I thought: Another happy day has begun.

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