First experience of offering one's wife

My wife and I met on a university campus, and our relationship has always been very good; we've been together for eight years. My wife is the type of intellectual woman—a bachelor's degree holder, fluent in foreign languages, very gentle and virtuous. Many boys pursued her on campus. My wife is 1.62 meters tall, and after marriage, she gained a little weight, probably around 100 pounds, but at 27, she actually has a more mature charm. She likes to dye her hair a ceramic color in waves, has a very pure face, and wears gold-rimmed glasses. She has a well-proportioned figure, a 34C bra size, and wears very suitable makeup and eyeliner—a complete intellectual white-collar worker. Perhaps it's because we've been together for too long, but I gradually lost the passion for sex with her. Later, I saw many articles online about wife-swapping and wife-donation. I was deeply moved by the scenes and psychological feelings described in those articles. I felt that letting my wife be played with by other strange men would be incredibly exciting and stimulating. At first, I would just fantasize, but as I read more and more, I realized I was truly obsessed and couldn't extricate myself. I even lost interest in having sex with my wife. Later, I secretly started chatting with some online friends. To be honest, at first, I was still quite rational. I just wanted to use online chat to confide my thoughts and release my desires with strangers who didn't know my identity. I knew this was an immoral and unrealistic idea, even betraying my wife, and I felt very sorry for her. Because I discovered that I didn't actually like partner swapping; what I enjoyed was letting others play with my wife without me getting anything in return. Only in this way did I feel extremely excited. After the male online friends learned of my tendencies, they always tried to guide and stimulate me, making me feel increasingly intensely needed. They asked me to develop the relationship step by step, starting by asking me to introduce my wife in detail, then asking me to show them pictures of my wife, and later asking to see my wife in videos. Every time, I wanted to refuse, I wanted to stop, but I couldn't resist the strong psychological temptation each time, and I satisfied those netizens' demands time and time again. They all said it was to give me psychological pleasure, but I knew they really only wanted my wife. Yet, I still agreed. Each time I satisfied their demands without my wife's knowledge, I felt intense shame and guilt, and I gradually realized that this feeling of shame was the pleasure I craved. After some time, I met a chat friend in a QQ "absolute privacy" room. He was 42 years old, from the same city as me, and worked in management at a company. Previously, I deliberately avoided chatting with people from my city, but this middle-aged man seemed to understand my mentality perfectly, always giving me a strong sense of shameful pleasure and stimulation. After some time, we built trust and started communicating only with him online. To reassure me, he told me everything about himself, and we met in video chat several times, later mainly communicating via voice. He said I was someone who enjoyed masochism and voyeurism, and that only when my beloved woman, my wife, was being played with and humiliated by others could I experience arousal. I accepted his assessment. He asked me to give him many photos of my wife, and I secretly showed her to him several times in video chat. I also truthfully told him my wife's name. I'll call her Yanzi here. Every time I gave him something of my wife, I felt extremely excited and uneasy, but I couldn't resist. Later, he would say lewd things to me in voice chat, insulting my wife, and tell me not to pretend I didn't like it, saying he knew I liked what he was doing. He would tell me directly that he was masturbating while looking at my wife's photos, calling out my wife's name, and asking me to say shameful things thanking him for insulting my wife. I was completely lost, and I actually cooperated with him in insulting my beloved wife. While chatting about these things, I found that my penis was unusually hard. He told me that this was just a game, and it wouldn't exist after the game, and I accepted that. Later, the content of the game became more and more outrageous. I was often asked to kneel down and beg him to insult my wife before he would stop chatting. I also took many private family photos of my wife with a digital camera for him to see, as he requested. My wife thought it was just me who liked to take pictures, and she didn't refuse me. She loves me very much, and she understands sex very well. She's willing to give me pleasure, so she lets me take pictures as I please. Every time, I feel very sorry for her because she doesn't know that I'm taking pictures to show other men. (II) Taking my wife to meet an online friend After a period of online wife-sharing, I got used to this half-real, half-fake game. During this time, I also gained a lot of pleasure and excitement. Sometimes when I'm having sex with my wife, I unconsciously fantasize about her being played with by someone else. One day, that middle-aged online friend from the same city suddenly asked me to bring my wife to meet him so we could all get to know each other. At first, I felt this was inappropriate, but he explained, "Just treat it as a dinner party with friends. There are only four of us, and he'll bring his wife too. It's a way for everyone to make friends." Later, I agreed. It was a Saturday night, and I told my wife, "I'm going out to dinner with a friend." My wife asked, "Who is this friend?" I explained, "It's a client I've been in contact with recently. We have a good relationship, and we've arranged to have dinner together." My wife didn't suspect anything and started putting on makeup to prepare to go to the dinner with me. My wife put on makeup very carefully. She was already beautiful and had a great presence, but with makeup, she looked even more stunning. Then, she changed into a white pantsuit, which I had bought for her birthday. The fabric was excellent, the skirt was form-fitting, and it accentuated her figure. Looking at my wife dressed so beautifully, for some reason, the thought that I was taking her to meet a man who liked to molest her made me feel incredibly excited. When we arrived at the agreed-upon restaurant, I found the couple already waiting for us. After some pleasantries, the food was served, and we started eating. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary; it was just like having a meal with friends. During the meal, he kept praising me for being lucky to have married such a beautiful wife. Several times, he quietly asked me what underwear my wife was wearing that day, saying that she was even more beautiful in person than in photos, and that he really wanted to have sex with her. (III) My First Attempt to Offer My Wife After our last ordinary meeting, I felt a subtle change in my psychology, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it at the time. Afterward, I continued to keep in touch with him online. One weekend evening, we talked for a long time. He asked if I really wanted to try it. I said I did, but I couldn't bring myself to tell my wife. He understood, but said he had a way to make it happen, depending on whether I was truly willing to give my wife to him. I asked him to tell me his idea, and if it was feasible, I said I was willing to cooperate and try it. He told me to first tell my wife about the many sexually explicit things happening nowadays, to give her a basic understanding, and then to ask her if she was willing to swap partners during sex. If my wife accidentally agreed even once, we could try it. Actually, he told me it wasn't about swapping partners with me at all; he just wanted to play with my wife, but he wanted me to tell her it was about swapping so she would be more psychologically reassured and balanced. After listening, I said I could try it as he suggested. So I did tell my wife about the many swapping stories I'd seen online, and described what it felt like. My wife was very surprised and asked if I was open to it. I said I found it very exciting. My wife then understood that I liked this kind of thing and didn't say anything, probably thinking I was just saying it casually. For the next few nights, I talked to my wife about this topic before bed. My wife is a very good person and is quite open and understanding about sex, but only with me. Later, I kept pressing her about her attitude towards sex, and she said she didn't object to others doing it, but she couldn't accept it herself, and she didn't want me to have sex with other women. After talking to my wife for a few days, I told him my wife's thoughts online. He asked me to show my wife some erotic novels about partner swapping and then find a suitable opportunity to bring up my ideas. So I downloaded a few of the more stimulating ones from the internet and deliberately asked my wife to come over and see how others did it. I let my wife sit in front of the computer by herself and walked away, but I noticed she was quite engrossed in reading them and had read all the ones I had downloaded. That night, I asked her again, "What did you think of them?" She said, "They're perverted, I can't accept doing that." About a week passed like this. One night, after my wife and I had sex, we were embracing, and I felt this was a good opportunity, so I told her, "I really like partner swapping.""We find this kind of playful activity exciting and it can increase the passion in our sex life." My wife was very surprised to hear this, then fell silent and seemed very unhappy. I knew that what I said would definitely hurt her feelings, but the words were already out, and there was no going back. I said, "I'm sorry." Then we didn't continue talking, turned off the lights, and went to sleep. That night, I felt that I shouldn't have said it; I must have hurt her, and I regretted it. The next day, my wife didn't speak to me. We both became silent, and this went on for several days. On Friday, we didn't say much as usual, and I felt very depressed. I went to bed at ten o'clock that night. Soon after, my wife also went to bed. We turned off the lights, and still didn't say much. Suddenly, my wife asked me, "Don't you love me anymore?" "No, I really love you! Believe me!" My wife suddenly hugged me and said tenderly, "I saw that you haven't talked to me these past few days, and I know you're upset because of what you said to me. I feel terrible too." "I don't want you to suffer because of me. Do you really like this swapping thing?" I said, "Yes, to be honest, I really like that feeling. But you can't accept it, so let's not talk about it anymore." "Do you know why I've felt so bad these past few days? It's not because of what you said, but because I feel like you like swapping because you don't love me anymore!" "Yan Yan, no, I really love you, just like before. I like this not because I don't love you, you know?" "Then why? If you love me, would you want me to be with other men?" "Yan Yan, I really love you, just like before, nothing has changed, but I do feel like the passion we used to have has faded over time. You've read those articles online, I find them very exciting, I just want to rekindle that old impulse and passion. To be honest, if you really do it with other men, it will break my heart, but at the same time I'll feel inexplicably excited, like it can rekindle my passion. That's what I'm thinking, that's why I brought it up with you that day, I hope you don't misunderstand me." After saying that, we fell silent again, but my wife still held me. "I don't blame you anymore, I understand you." "Really, you don't blame me anymore?" "Yes, I don't blame you anymore. As long as you truly love me, that's enough. If you really want to, I can agree, but I still don't like this. I'm only doing this because I love you." My heart trembled; my wife had actually agreed. The next day, I went online and told him, "My wife has agreed to the swapping." He was very excited when he heard this, and immediately started masturbating while looking at my wife's photos online. He told me, "You need to make it happen as soon as possible." He also told my wife that he was the swapping partner, and he was available anytime. About two weeks later, one night I told my wife, "If I find a suitable partner, are you really willing?" "As long as you love me, I can accept it if you're willing. But I don't like this; I'm only doing it to find the feeling you like." My wife seemed to realize that I had found a partner and then asked me, "Honey, have you really found a partner?" "Yes, I have." "So, do you like doing it with his wife?" Actually, I didn't swap wives at all; I just wanted my wife to feel more balanced. I said, "Yes, although his wife is older than me, she makes me feel impulsive. He agreed to swap with me, and now I want to ask if you're still willing?" "I already promised you last time. As long as you really like it, that's fine. I'm only doing this because I love you." Seeing that my wife really agreed, I quickly said, "Then I'll arrange to meet them this Saturday, okay?" "Whatever you want." I had very mixed feelings at that moment, both excitement at my wife's agreement and pain at the thought of her being possessed by another man. That night, I went online and told him, "This Saturday is fine." I asked him, "Where would be better?" He said, "At your house." At first, I felt this was wrong. How could I let my wife be possessed by another man at home? But he insisted, saying, "Only in an environment familiar to your wife will she be more relaxed and accepting." "I thought it made sense, so I agreed. That night, I couldn't sleep at all. How could I let a strange man into my room and take my wife?! It was terrifying. But I didn't refuse. What was wrong with me? Saturday came quickly, and we arranged for him to come to my house at five o'clock in the afternoon for dinner, and then it would begin. My wife asked me, 'Why is he coming alone?' I understood what she meant. My wife thought we were exchanging partners, so why wasn't the other woman coming? I quickly explained, 'He's coming to my house on Saturday so I can go to his house on Sunday.'" "Only then did my wife stop saying anything. My wife put on a floral tight-fitting capri pants and a short-sleeved T-shirt and started cooking. I really felt despicable, making my wife cook for someone else and even asking her to sleep with him. (IV) The Feelings of Offering My Wife He arrived right on time, around five o'clock in the afternoon when the doorbell rang. This time, when I heard the doorbell, my heart trembled because I knew that the man I opened the door to welcome was there to play with my wife. My wife was in the kitchen at the time, and I went in and told her, 'He's here.'" My wife glanced at me but said nothing. I noticed her expression was very complicated; I wondered what she was feeling. After greeting her, I answered the doorbell. It was him, and I pressed the button for the downstairs apartment door. We live on the eleventh floor. Soon, this middle-aged man, both familiar and unfamiliar, appeared at my door. I hadn't closed the door, only the outer steel security door. He came to the door and waved inside. I opened the iron door, feeling as if he had breached my last thread of defense. He came in and exchanged pleasantries, then asked, "Where is your wife?" I said, "She's cooking in the kitchen." He smiled with satisfaction and said, "Your wife is so virtuous! You're so lucky." Looking at his expression, I felt my heart tremble. Yes, this was my virtuous and beautiful wife, and I was about to let another man possess her! He seemed quite natural, as if he had a lot of experience. After sitting for a while, he got up and said, "I'll go to the kitchen and say hello to your wife." Then he opened the kitchen door and said to my wife, "Hello, cooking? Do you need any help?" I didn't hear how my wife answered. I only saw him nod politely, then close the door and leave, then sit down and chat with me again. Actually, I was completely distracted at the time, feeling very confused and nervous. After exchanging a few small words, he got to the point, just like when we chatted online before, except this time it was face-to-face and in my home. And he had a good grasp of my psychology; he knew very well that what I was seeking was a sense of humiliation and shame. He asked me, "After dinner, your wife and I will do it in your bedroom, do you agree? Right on the bed where you usually make love." “Okay, I agree.” He probably felt that this ordinary conversation wasn’t enough, so he asked me, “Can we talk in another room? So that your wife won’t disturb us here.” I agreed and led him to my small study, locking the door from the inside. After we went in, he sat down first and then said to me, “Now I want you to kneel in front of me and talk to me. Kneel down.” I was suddenly stunned and didn’t know why I immediately knelt down. He smiled with satisfaction and said, “I knew you liked this feeling of humiliation. Tell me, right?” “Yes, you’re right!” “When I’m with your wife later, do you want to watch or avoid it?” “I want you to let me see you two doing it.” He smiled again and said, “Actually, I also like you to watch me have sex with your wife, but not today, because it’s the first time and I’m afraid your wife will be uncomfortable with you there. After your wife and I go into the bedroom, I will lock the door from the inside, and you can listen to her moans in the living room.” "Do you agree?" "Yes, I agree." "Well, so later, would you like me to be gentle or rough with your wife?" "I don't know, it's up to you." "If you let me have my way, I definitely won't hold back, and your wife will suffer a lot under me. Aren't you grateful for the pleasure I give you?" "Yes, thank you!" "If you let me do it a few more times, one day your wife will willingly become my sex toy. Are you willing to do that?" "I am." At this point, my wife...He called me from the living room to say dinner was ready. So we ended our conversation, opened the door, and went out. The food was already laid out on the table, and he praised my wife enthusiastically. However, my wife didn't smile; she was clearly feeling very complicated and awkward, because she knew this man wasn't an ordinary guest. The three of us ate in silence, the atmosphere somewhat awkward, while he seemed quite relaxed, constantly trying to find topics to talk about. Soon after, we finished eating, and as usual, I helped my wife clear the table, but today there was another person, and he politely helped as well. After everything was finished, he quietly said to me, "I'm starting to feel restless; I want to sleep with your wife. She's really beautiful. Why don't you tell her to take a shower first?" I nodded in agreement, and then quietly said to my wife, "Yan Yan, it's getting late; why don't you go take a shower first?" I saw my wife gently bite her lip, hesitant and conflicted, but she didn't say anything, got up, and went to the bedroom to get her clothes to prepare for the shower. After my wife went into the bathroom, he asked me, "Where does your wife put her clothes after she takes a shower?" My heart skipped a beat. He really knew how to play with women; he even took my wife's underwear. I told him that my wife usually put her clothes in the automatic washing machine in the bathroom and washed them later, but I didn't know if she would do the same today. After I finished speaking, he quietly got up and went to the bathroom door, pressing his ear against it to eavesdrop on my wife showering right in front of me. After listening for a while, he even brazenly lay down on the floor, peeking through the gap between the door and the floor. I remained silent and patient about what was happening. After a while, he came back and said to me, "Now take me to see your wife's wardrobe. A woman of your wife's high standards must have very impressive underwear." I felt that at this point, I might agree to anything he asked. I was already willing to give him my wife; what else did I care about? So I led him into the bedroom and opened the drawer where my wife kept her underwear. He seemed unusually excited when he saw my wife's clothes, saying, "Your wife is indeed a woman of great taste; her clothes are all very classy. I like them." As he spoke, he took out a pair of my wife's black lace panties and sniffed them intensely in front of me. Then, he actually took out his penis and began to masturbate it, covering the lace panties with it. After a few strokes, he suddenly demanded that I kneel before him and use my wife's panties to masturbate his penis, while he used his free hand to lick a pair of my wife's white panties. I remained silent and did not refuse any of his demands. This 42-year-old man in front of me made me feel an unprecedented sense of humiliation, but strangely, I felt an unusual excitement. I glanced at his penis; it was indeed very large, probably twice the size of mine. I was worried that my wife wouldn't be able to handle it. His pubic hair was very thick, and he was somewhat overweight, perhaps due to a good lifestyle, with a protruding belly. Soon, he demanded that I stop masturbating him, because he didn't want my wife to see this scene, fearing she would break down. I stood up, put away my wife's clothes, closed the drawer, and sat with him in the living room watching TV, waiting for her to come out of the shower. (The following content requires a reply to view.) After about ten more minutes, my wife finally finished showering and came out of the door. She had changed into a coffee-colored camisole nightgown, her hair was still wet, and she exuded a captivating fragrance. I was completely smitten. I suddenly realized how beautiful my wife was, and how alluring she looked, perhaps without even realizing it herself. As she passed through the living room, she gave me a deep look, and through that look, I could tell she truly loved me. She must be feeling incredibly conflicted right now. Today, with my knowledge and permission, and not out of her own volition, she was going to have sex with a 42-year-old stranger in her own home, in her own bedroom. My wife didn't linger in the living room or say anything; she silently went into the bedroom, but she didn't close the door. Then, she asked to use my bathroom to shower, and I gave her a new towel. Before he went into the bathroom, he told me, "I'll be done showering quickly. Could you ask your wife to put on some makeup? I like how women look with makeup, and your wife's makeup is very good; it makes her look sophisticated and elegant." He quickly went into the bathroom and started showering. I imagine he's probably rummaging through my wife's underwear right now. While he was gone, I went into the bedroom and saw my wife sitting silently in front of the vanity, staring blankly at the mirror. I gently placed my hands on her shoulders and softly said, "Yan Yan, I'm sorry, I really like this different feeling, but if you really can't accept it, please tell me now, okay? It's not too late to back out." My wife was silent for a moment and then said, "Do you want me to back out? That's it, you don't need to say anything more." Hearing my wife say this, I felt a deep, piercing pain in my heart. To be honest, my heart was racing at that moment. After a while, I told my wife, "Yan Yan, you can put on your makeup. I like watching you do it, and I want you to always look beautiful." My wife didn't say anything, but I saw her pick up the foundation and start applying it... I watched for a while, then turned and left the bedroom, closing the door behind me. I felt like this bedroom no longer belonged to me. I had just sat down in the living room when he came out after showering. He was wearing a white bathrobe that I kept in the bathroom. I told him to wait a moment, that my wife was putting on makeup. He retorted, "Did your wife say I couldn't watch her do her makeup?" I said, "No, but..." "Don't worry about 'but,' I like watching women do their makeup." He didn't care about my opinion, pushed open the door, and went into the bedroom. He didn't close the door, probably hoping I could see it. I sat on the living room sofa facing the bedroom, watching him approach my wife. He walked behind her, looked for a while, but she didn't react. He said, "Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you, but I really enjoy watching women put on makeup. I think it's beautiful, even more beautiful than after makeup. Can I call you Yan Yan too?" My wife still didn't speak. So he didn't say anything more, just stood there quietly watching my wife put on her makeup. It felt like a long time had passed when my wife finally finished her makeup. I saw her pick up the hairdryer and start drying her hair. At this moment, he walked over to my wife and said, "Yan Yan, can I dry your hair for you?" I thought, this man certainly has a lot of experience with women. My heart was practically pounding in my chest as I nervously watched my wife's response. My wife still didn't say anything, but the man had already reached for the hairdryer. As their hands touched, my wife let go, and he got the hairdryer and started drying my wife's hair. My wife's hair was beautiful, dyed a ceramic color, with waves that reached just below her shoulders. He held the hairdryer in his right hand and stroked his wife's long hair with his left, carefully drying it. My wife remained seated, letting him manipulate her hair. After about ten minutes, when her hair was probably dry, he turned off the hairdryer and placed it on the table. Then, he placed his hands on her shoulders and gently kissed her freshly dried hair, saying tenderly, "Yanyan, you are so beautiful. I was captivated the first time I saw you. It's the greatest honor of my life to have the chance to be with you." He then embraced her, kissing her neck and shoulders tenderly. At that moment, I couldn't see my wife's expression, but she didn't resist or avoid it at all. I think she was determined to endure what was about to happen. While I was still in a daze, he suddenly picked my wife up and turned to face me. I suddenly felt a pang of heartbreak. This was the first time I had seen my wife wearing a sexy nightgown, being held by another man, and I knew what was about to happen. My wife's face was turned outwards, and I could see her face, but her eyes were tightly closed. He held my wife in his arms, looked at me, and walked towards the bedroom door. I was stunned; I could hardly breathe. When he reached the bedroom door, he gave me a strange smile and then slammed the door shut with his foot. The door clicked shut, and then I heard a thud—the bedroom door was locked from the inside; I was locked out. At that moment, I felt incredibly conflicted—a strange mix of excitement, heartache, regret, shame, and agitation…I knew then that this was the feeling I had been wanting to experience. After the door closed, to be honest, the thrill of the stimulation far outweighed the heartache of seeing my wife being violated. I suddenly felt an urge; I stood up, walked to the bedroom door, and pressed my ear tightly against it, wanting to hear his every move towards my wife. As soon as I reached the door, I heard my wife's first sound from inside the bedroom: "Ah..." My heart skipped a beat. I truly didn't know what he had done to make my wife make that sound. But I was certain he was now taking advantage of my wife. I didn't know how Yan Yan was doing, but I was still incredibly excited, and I unconsciously began to masturbate. Knowing full well that my wife was being violated in the room, I was eavesdropping and masturbating at the door; I couldn't believe myself. I masturbated while listening intently to the sounds coming from inside, hoping to guess what was happening. As her husband, my wife was being violated by another man in our own bedroom right in front of me, and I was willingly locked out of the room. I could hear the man's heavy breathing; I imagined him greedily kissing and tasting every part of my wife. My wife made no sound, at least not a sound, or if she did, it was barely audible; she was definitely gritting her teeth and enduring it. A few minutes later, I heard my wife let out another "Ah," followed by the creak of the mattress. I knew he had definitely inserted his thick penis into my wife's body and was thrusting violently. My breathing quickened, and my masturbation accelerated. Subconsciously, I desperately wanted him to brutally ravage my wife, showing no mercy. I had gone mad; I had abandoned all moral constraints, shouting in my mind: Fuck her, fuck her to your heart's content, conquer her. It went on for a long time. "No!" came my wife's voice again. But those two words sounded very short, as if they had been choked off by something before they were fully uttered. Yes, I know. He must have been close to ejaculation, so he forced my wife to give him oral sex, or rather, he forced his penis into Yan Yan's mouth, silencing her. Yes, I think I guessed right. I could tell from the continuous moans coming from my wife's nose. He was so rough. My wife rarely gives me oral sex, and today she forced his penis into her mouth, and it was his dirty penis right after we had sex. I don't even know if he was wearing a condom. I forgot to consider all of this beforehand, but it's too late to say anything now. I can only accept and endure what has happened. About ten minutes later, I heard the man groan, and my wife moaned several times. I think he must have ejaculated directly into my wife's mouth. At this point, I finally couldn't hold back anymore and masturbated. I ejaculated a lot and felt an unprecedented stimulation and satisfaction, a sinful pleasure. (V) After offering my wife, I heard the man's ejaculation at the bedroom door and masturbated. The room fell silent. I knew he must be resting on top of my wife. My emotions calmed down a little, so I went back to the sofa in the living room and sat down, waiting for the man to leave my bedroom. About ten minutes later, the door that had been closed for almost an hour finally opened. I saw him walk out with a very satisfied expression and casually close the door behind him. My mind went blank. He walked up to me and said, "I just slept with your wife. Are you excited?" I answered him mechanically, "Yes, I'm very excited." His expression suddenly turned very serious. He said, "Kneel down! You despicable man!" I don't know why, but hearing his words, my legs went weak, and I knelt at the man's feet... a man who had just violated my wife. I felt my blood rush to my head. I felt like I had lost all my dignity in front of this man. I felt an unprecedented sense of shame. Just then, he continued, "Now it's your turn to thank me. Say a few words!" I had already lost consciousness and said in a trembling voice, "Yes, I thank you for defiling my wife. Thank you! You've worked hard." He nodded with satisfaction, then spread his legs in front of me: "Your wife is really beautiful! Her skin is delicate, fair, and smooth, her breasts are very elastic, and she has almost no areolas, only two small nipples. She's never had children, so her vagina is very tight! I had a great time today, I ejaculated a lot, and I ejaculated into your wife's mouth, and she swallowed it. Hehe... Now you can go see her, but you'll have to crawl between my legs." I could hardly believe my ears. While I was hesitating, he shouted at me again, "Crawl!" I felt as if there was an irresistible force, making me crawl so humiliatingly between the legs of the man who had just defied my wife. After he saw me crawl over, he smiled with satisfaction: "Alright, I'm leaving now. Take good care of her. I'll have her again next time." After saying that, he opened the door and left. I was stunned for a moment before I seemed to come to my senses again. I slowly pushed open the bedroom door. I saw the bed in a mess. My wife was lying naked on the bed, clutching a blanket, her hair disheveled, clearly pulled roughly. Her face was buried deep in the blanket, as if she didn't want to face the world anymore. Her pink underwear was thrown on the floor, and her brown pajamas were thrown a short distance away. Clearly, he hadn't been kind to my wife. Seeing this, my heart ached terribly, but this was something I had initially expected. I went over and hugged my wife. Suddenly, she threw herself into my arms and cried. I didn't say anything; I didn't know what to say. After a while, my wife gradually calmed down. She buried her head in my chest, not wanting me to see her: "Do you really still love me?" I stroked her hair and said, "Yan Yan, I know you did all this for me. I will only love you more, really!" After saying that, I lifted her head. My wife's face was filled with shame, but I found her beautiful now. I lightly kissed her lips, tasting the metallic smell of semen. My heart ached, but I said nothing. I only hoped my wife could recover quickly. After a while, my wife said, "I want to take a shower." I felt she had recovered from her earlier state of confusion and despair. "Okay, go ahead, don't overthink it." And so, my first time offering my wife to someone else ended. After my wife came out of the shower, I recalled the scene of her being played with by someone else that day, and suddenly felt unusually excited. I pulled my wife close and started having sex with her violently… The next day, Sunday, I lied to my wife that I was going to that man's house to see his wife, and then left home to go for a walk all night. When I returned, my wife didn't ask anything, and our lives returned to normal for the next few days. A few days later, one late night, I was alone in the study surfing the internet when I encountered that man. He asked me if I wanted to know how he had sex with my wife. I said I really wanted to know. He said: After he closed the door, he put my wife on the bed, and my wife just kept her eyes tightly closed. He first caressed my wife's entire body through her pajamas, then licked and kissed every part of her body. Next, he pulled down her pink panties, at which point my wife's face flushed crimson with embarrassment. He pulled up the hem of her pajamas and pounced on her, sucking on her genitals. My wife cried out in surprise, which only fueled his excitement. Ignoring her attempts to avoid him and struggle, he forcefully inserted his tongue into her vagina, licking and sucking relentlessly. He said my wife initially resisted, but then her body went limp, and she lay on the bed writhing and moaning. Soon, he noticed a lot of fluid flowing from her vagina. He knew that although she was unwilling, the primal stimulation was irresistible. I think from the moment her vagina began to flow with lubrication, she had been forced to surrender herself completely to this unusual sexual act. After noticing that my wife's vagina was already wet, he unhesitatingly thrust his already erect and thick penis all the way in. My wife cried out in pain; she had never been penetrated by such a large, unfamiliar penis before. He showed no mercy, instead lifting my wife's legs to penetrate even deeper. He told me that the more pain my wife showed, the more excited he became, and the greater the sense of conquest he felt. He penetrated my wife for over ten minutes before suddenly lifting her onto him, making her sit on top of him, and then switching to doggy style. He said that when my wife was lying face down, her buttocks were very white and sexy, and felt great to the touch. He said that in the end, he was holding my wife's buttocks while fucking her, and later, unable to hold back any longer, he suddenly pulled my wife's hair, causing her head to be pulled abruptly.He let out a soft "Ah!" as he took the opportunity to shove his penis into her mouth, which was covered in vaginal fluid. He said, "Seeing my wife's exquisitely made-up face and her lips painted with crystal pink lipstick holding my penis, I felt incredibly excited and immediately ejaculated." My wife struggled to move her mouth away, but he held her head firmly, forcing her to let his semen stream into her mouth. After ejaculating, he still didn't pull his penis out of my wife's mouth and demanded that she swallow the semen. My wife, of course, refused. He said, "If you don't swallow it, I'll keep it in your mouth forever. Besides, this is the bedroom. Where can you spit the semen out? Aren't you afraid your husband will find out? Do you want him to know I ejaculated in your mouth?" My wife hesitated but still swallowed it. He then thrust a few more times before finally pulling out. My wife lay on the bed sobbing, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation. He said that seeing my wife cry made him feel particularly excited and satisfied, and he asked me to arrange the next time as soon as possible.

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