A romantic threesome (forwarded), hoping we can have such an experience too.

The small southern town remained sweltering. The sun, having blazed throughout the summer, still blazed relentlessly, tormenting the earth like a vigorous young man tirelessly conquering his beloved in bed. After wave after wave of climax, the passion remained fiery, the penis still erect, ready for the next assault.
Clearly, once a woman has experienced this intense, sun-like torment, she will never forget it, eagerly awaiting the next time. For my wife, the wait wouldn't be long. On the weekend, she bought groceries and we picked up Chen. Back home, I went online while my wife changed into a dress and went to the kitchen to teach Chen how to cook. When Chen returned from his military service, he knew nothing. My wife told me about their first time making love; he was clueless, like a young bull wading into water for the first time, unsure of the depths. Later, my wife taught him how to caress, how to arouse a woman, how to lick the clitoris with a flexible and gentle tongue, and how to control the speed of penetration. By the time the three of us were together, his skills in bed had improved considerably, but his cooking still didn't quite satisfy his wife. While chopping vegetables, perhaps noticing Chen's poor work, she offered a few words of advice, followed by her giggling: "Honey, come quick, he's molesting me!" Listening to their playful flirting, I had no intention of joining in, only replying: "Don't just joke around, don't forget the salt." Last time, my wife was leaning over the stove, letting Chen eat her food from behind; in the heat of passion, she forgot to add salt to the pot. Later, she joked that even drinking water tasted delicious when she was being fucked. Yes, love makes even water taste sweet. This time, they were still full of passion, laughter emanating from the kitchen, filling the entire room. Sitting in front of the computer, I felt a little distracted. Although we'd been married for twenty years and lived together day and night, I was still seduced by her heartfelt, unrestrained laughter; my most sensitive nerves were being aroused. When she came into the room and told me the food was ready, I felt a sense of intoxication. Seeing my slight daze, she gently slid her hands down my chest, stroking my stomach, and asked if I wasn't hungry. I hummed in response. She leaned close to my ear, licked my earlobe with her tongue, and said softly, "Why don't you eat me first, and then eat the rest of the meal?" Hearing this, I became even more excited, and my penis involuntarily hardened. I turned my head to find those sexy lips, and soon we were kissing, our tongues intertwined, sucking passionately, until a pair of hands touched my shoulders. I realized that Chen had also entered the room and was kneading my wife's full breasts from behind. Now, she was kissing me while another man was caressing her from behind. The double caresses quickly aroused her. She turned the chair around, skillfully unzipped my pants, and grasped my erect penis. At this moment, Chen had already knelt down and was licking her from behind with great effort. I also straightened up and gently bit her nipples. Under the double attack, her breathing became rapid, and she occasionally let out soft moans. Soon, she couldn't hold back any longer and moved to sit on my lap. My penis slid smoothly into her, accompanied by a soft "Ah!"—like a refreshing gulp of iced tea on a summer's day. She then began to twist her hips, trying to push it in further. I held her snow-white thighs, helping her arch her back more comfortably, accepting Chen's kisses and caresses. Perhaps she had twisted too violently, because gradually her movements slowed. She withdrew my penis, opened her legs, and arched her buttocks. Chen, understanding her intention, thrust his hard penis straight into her...
For a full hour, the two men took turns servicing her until she was satisfied. Having ejaculated, I was also ravenous, so dinner tasted delicious, and the three of us ate with relish. My wife's cheeks were still flushed, showing a slightly tipsy, alluring side. She served me and Chen soup and added rice to our bowls. She was more like a model housewife than usual.
After dinner, the city lights were just coming on, and a half-moon hung in the sky like a smiling face, mocking this superficial, hypocritical world where people disguise themselves as upright gentlemen and dignified ladies. They disguise themselves so perfectly that they even deceive themselves. Only under the moonlight do we involuntarily reveal our true feelings and make the most sincere promises, because the moonlight can penetrate our hearts and peel away our everyday pretenses. That's why people always say it's the moon's fault.
Women under the moonlight are most easily moved and restless. My wife, who had just experienced passion, suddenly wanted some romance. She wanted to go to the beach for a breath of fresh air, so we drove to the port area, all the way to the southernmost point, a reclaimed area from the sea. Getting out of the car, looking around at the vast, silent expanse, I suddenly felt liberated, freed from constraints, my heart soaring freely beyond my body. My wife ran towards a sand dune facing the sea, arms outstretched, shouting joyfully, letting the sea breeze lift her skirt up to her waist, touching her sensitive areas. A moment later, she turned back and yelled at us, "Come chase me! Whoever catches me is mine!" Then she jumped off the dune and ran towards the beach. Damn, I caught her twenty years ago, why bother chasing her now? Chen, clearly caught up in the moment, quickly followed her before she'd gone far. I leaned against the car, elegantly smoking, watching them chase and play on the beach. Tonight, my wife was like a girl in love, running, laughing, embracing, and kissing Chen freely on the sand. After a while, they ran back to the car. She leaned against me, constantly saying she was thirsty. Chen took a water bottle from the car, took a big gulp, and then fed her mouth-to-mouth. I straightened up and let her lean against me. She cupped Chen's face in her hands, and we began to kiss passionately. I wrapped one arm around her stomach and gently caressed her breasts with the other. Her breasts, encased in her shirt, swayed from side to side as if wanting to pop out and let the air blow on them. Then Chen began to kiss her neck. I knew he wanted to keep kissing downwards, so I unbuttoned my wife's shirt one button at a time. He moved his head towards her breasts and licked her nipples with his tongue. By this time, my wife was getting into the mood. She turned to kiss me, pressing Chen's head down with her hands, guiding him downwards. One of her legs was already raised for me to hold, her private parts already waiting. As Chen knelt down and licked there, my wife began to kiss me forcefully, as if trying to convey her feelings. I pulled away from her mouth, took a breath, and softly asked if I wanted Chen to fuck me. She said in a trembling voice, "Yes, baby, Mommy wants it so much, fuck Mommy quickly." Chen seemed not to hear her call, still burying his head and licking diligently. Seeing that she couldn't get Chen to move, she reached out and pulled him up. Actually, Chen's penis was already quite hard, but he wasn't in a hurry to insert it. Instead, he kept rubbing the tip of his penis against the entrance. My wife was eager for it to go in, so she kept thrusting her hips forward and repeatedly calling out for it to hurry up. Finally, she waited, and just as she was saying she couldn't take it anymore, Chen slowly pushed it in. He then began to thrust forcefully, and my wife was a little unsteady from the impact. So I lifted her other leg as well, and she used her calf to clamp Chen down. Then they thrust even more intensely. Watching someone else passionately penetrate my wife, whom I was holding in my arms, filled me with immense excitement. The more excited she was, the more satisfied I became. When my wife reached orgasm and Chen ejaculated inside her, my heart was pounding with excitement.
Afterwards, we sat in the car, and the radio played Faye Wong's songs. She's my wife's idol, and I also felt she was an extraordinary woman. A middle-aged woman who wasn't particularly beautiful or sexy, yet possessed the charm to make a man more than ten years younger and successful, so infatuated with her, willing to abandon his wife and children to be with her—it was truly remarkable. When we discussed this, Chen and my wife exchanged a smile, and I think I understood too. On the way home, my wife kept singing "Red Bean"...

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