What would it be like if my wife were with another man? (Repost)

What would it be like if my wife were with another man?
This question had lingered in my mind for a very long time. Fifteen years ago, when we first discussed this topic in bed, the forbidden imagination ignited our passion. This imagination became an indispensable ingredient in our pleasure. In life, we are conservative people, taking the maintenance of our family as our shared responsibility. We firmly believed that we would grow old together and sincerely strived for a better life. No matter what we encountered, we supported each other, and that's how we've come this far.

Fifteen years have passed, so much has changed, but our imaginations haven't.
Of course, they're just imaginations.

We imagined affairs, threesomes, and swapping together; we browsed websites together, exploring almost every imaginable thing that could stimulate our imaginations. But all of this remained confined to the bedroom; neither of us had the courage to discuss this ambiguous topic openly. Until two years ago, during a walk, she blushed and suddenly said, "If we really swapped, it would be troublesome if she developed feelings for someone else." This statement was sudden, but it became a milestone.
Soon, we met 123, and this special world suddenly opened up for us. After seeing more, I uploaded photos of my wife twice. The replies from friends excited her, and she received some messages. I tried chatting with her a few times, but nothing felt quite right. Of course, there were many other concerns.

My wife was already 38, the marks of time were quietly appearing, and I didn't know if these physical and psychological changes could hinder our hidden dream. Why not give it a try? Even just once…

Since relationship issues were her concern, then let's find someone a little older, and someone clean and civilized… I thought to myself secretly.

At the end of 2008, I met a college student from a local university online. Through chatting, everything matched my expectations. Before going to bed one time, I told my wife about it and showed her his photo. She looked at it for a while, her eyes flickering, and only said, "Pretty good." I told her: his name was Ming, 23 years old, a sophomore in college, had one previous relationship, and was both eager and somewhat timid to join a couple. My wife laughed: "He's 15 years older, he should call me 'Auntie'." I laughed too: "Don't try to act like an old lady." In the end, my wife didn't formally express her opinion, but that night, fueled by my exaggerated words, she climaxed while calling out Ming's name.
After a few more conversations, I gave Ming my wife's phone number. I clearly remember how bewildered my wife was when she first answered Ming's call. I secretly laughed to myself, and she pinched my thigh hard. I quickly slipped out onto the balcony and closed the door. At that moment, I needed to give them some space; otherwise, I really didn't know if my wife would develop aphasia.

The wind blew, and looking down at the street, cars and people passing by, I felt a mix of emotions.

Half an hour, or maybe half a century, my wife hugged me from behind. I turned around, lifted her flushed face, and asked with a smile, "How was it?" She pinched me again and said, "I don't know."
On January 20, 2009, we met Ming at a restaurant.

Ming's behavior was much better than I expected. He called her "sister-in-law" repeatedly, his words as sweet as honey, which gradually relaxed my wife, who was initially very awkward, and she began to act naturally like a real sister-in-law. After dinner, my wife asked Ming to go to the hotel she had booked, saying she had something to do with me. I nodded to Ming, and he left somewhat nervously.
My wife lowered her head, silent. I knew her inner conflict, because I wasn't completely unmoved either.
"It feels...it feels a little off," my wife muttered to herself. I put my arm around her waist, forcing a smile: "What? You think about it so much usually, but you really give up when it comes to action?" "The key is...he's so young, but I...I feel like I'm destroying the flowers of our motherland." I laughed loudly, and my wife chuckled too. I said, "It's a matter of mutual consent. Besides, who knows who's destroying whom?"

Actually, I knew that my wife still felt somewhat inferior. After all, she was nearly forty, and her figure wasn't as slender anymore. According to worldly views, how could she be with a pretty young man in his early twenties? So I said, "You're not looking for a husband, why worry about age? Besides, Ming has been eyeing you for a long time."
I don't quite remember what else I said. Finally, my wife, with a look of grim determination, said, "Let's go, let's see what happens."

Ming opened the door, his face clearly showing surprise. After we came in, he poured me water and offered me cigarettes. When he couldn't think of anything else to do, he sat down in a chair, unsure what to do with his hands. I laughed and said to my wife, "Look at you, can't you relax a little? Look how nervous you are with your little brother." The truth is often the best way to resolve awkward situations. Sure enough, my wife, who had been sitting upright, smiled, and Ming smiled too, saying, "I was just afraid my sister-in-law would be unhappy." My wife gave Ming a gentle look and said, "What could be unhappy about?"

I told Ming to go take a shower first, and then talked to my wife for a while, trying to get her to completely relax. Don't forget, we're here to enjoy ourselves. My wife remained blushing and smiling, without saying a word.

Ming came out, ridiculously wrapped in a large bath towel. I then pulled my wife to take a shower, and while she was showering, she still didn't say a word. A moment later, I tried asking my wife, "Do you want Ming to come and shower with you?" "No," she blurted out. I said, "This will give you two some alone time. I'll leave." Before she could reply, I grabbed a towel and came out. Ming was watching TV. I said, "Go ahead, go and shower with your sister-in-law." Ming hurriedly stood up, took a few steps, stopped, and asked me, "Does your sister-in-law agree?" I nudged him, "Young man, don't be so naive." Ming nodded, opened the bathroom door, and went in, his expression mirroring my wife's when she came to the hotel.

I sat down and let out a long sigh. In this very bathroom, my wife welcomed another man, her body laid bare before his gaze. At the same time, she would also truly see the body of another stranger besides her husband—a young body. I tried hard to banish the myriad emotions in my heart, wanting only to retain the most primal desires, even if it was decadence, as long as it brought pleasure, I wouldn't think too much, I wouldn't think too much...
I don't know how much time passed, but the bathroom door finally opened, Ming came out first, and then my wife came out, her face so flushed, as if she had returned to more than ten years ago. Ming was completely naked, while my wife was still symbolically wrapped in a bath towel. I went up to my wife and hugged her: "Was the bath comfortable?" My wife lowered her head and smiled, shaking her head without saying a word. I glanced at Ming's genitals, which were soft, and I asked exaggeratedly: "You two didn't just do it in there, did you?" "Go away!" My wife pushed me away, pounced on the bed, burrowed under the covers, faced the wall, and curled up. I turned my questioning gaze to Ming, who smiled embarrassedly: "I... I was too nervous, my sister-in-law used her hand, and... and... it came in a little while."

"Did you use your mouth?" I asked. Ming nodded with a silly smile. I was somewhat surprised. My wife rarely spoke to me, but in just a short while, she actually… Sigh, a woman's heart is truly unfathomable.
“Stop talking to me, you two scoundrels!” my wife shouted, turning over, clearly embarrassed by our conversation. I quickly leaned closer, whispering in her ear, “That’s right, loosen up, let’s go all the way, what’s wrong with being a little wanton?” My wife sighed and said softly, “It’s already like this, come on.”

And so, the scene I’d imagined countless times unfolded before me. I lifted the covers from my wife, and that familiar body captivated me in this setting. Watching Ming on top of her, kissing her, her eyes, slightly closed, sparkled, the faint lines of time at the corners of her eyes vanished, like a girl experiencing first love. Ming kissed her earnestly, kissing almost every part of her body, and my wife was more intoxicated than ever before.
I whispered to my wife, "Your body is incredibly attractive; you've got a young man smitten like this." My wife immediately hugged my neck, murmuring, "I can't take it, I can't take it." The moment Ming entered her, she completely broke down, her unrestrained moans releasing all her passion. After her fourth orgasm, we both collapsed onto the bed, neither of us speaking, as if we were asleep. After a long while, Ming sat up first, stroking my wife's body, and said, "That was wonderful. Thank you, brother and sister-in-law." My wife smiled, helped me put on my clothes, and Ming quickly got out of bed to dress as well; he knew we were leaving. Before leaving, I said, "Don't see me off, get some rest, brother." My wife turned around and unexpectedly hugged Ming, saying, "Study hard when you get back to school, don't keep thinking about this kind of thing. You're a really good young man." Ming nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with gratitude.

Walking down the street again, the world felt completely different. We had just experienced something, almost the biggest event in our marriage. After it happened, the Shenzhen winter sun, so characteristic of our time, suddenly seemed gentler. I took my wife's hand; it felt like it hadn't held mine in ages.
This was, until now, our only time together. Although Ming had repeatedly expressed a desire to get together again afterward, my wife never agreed. We just kept reminiscing about that time in bed. I asked my wife why we didn't do it again, and she, busy in the kitchen, didn't even turn her head, saying, "Knowing what happened is enough. You can't eat this kind of thing."
Sigh, my wife…

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