Sexual games between my spouse and strangers

For a while, I thought having my wife have sex with a complete stranger would be incredibly exciting, and my wife even indulged my fantasies. However, in reality, there were too many troubles and uncertainties. Even in the rural-urban fringe area where it was unlikely anyone would know my wife, we only played around with small thrills and never actually did it...

It was remote and really chaotic there, with many prostitutes. The prices weren't high, so many migrant workers and lustful city men went there for entertainment. At night, eight or nine out of ten women on the street who wore makeup were prostitutes. The clients could directly approach women they liked, bargain, and then follow them to their residences or take them to nearby hotels for sex.

My friend rented a bungalow there. He often went away on business for months at a time, and he asked me to look after the house for him. This guy made the bedroom smell really bad, so I took my wife there for some excitement. On the way from my friend's rented house to the convenience store, there was a small bridge that was a popular spot for prostitutes. At night, I would ask my wife to buy me cigarettes, and every time, she would be mistaken for a prostitute and stopped by the clients who would ask her prices.

Some bold clients would even hug her and show their affection. Of course, I would follow my wife from a distance to protect her. When we got back to our place, my wife would be overflowing with lustful fluids...

I asked my wife what would happen if she went to a hotel with a client. At that time, my wife would be especially excited and beg me to fuck her quickly. To cooperate with me, she would pretend to be a prostitute and play role-playing, saying in a coquettish or lewd voice, "Brother, uncle, I'm a slut, fuck me hard!" At that moment, I really wanted to find a real client to replace me in fucking my wife... My wife also came very quickly and was willing to use any technique...

That summer, I saw a post on a couples' website in China about a husband-and-wife cuckold who camped by a lake and let the fishermen on the lake fuck the wife at night. I was very inspired and discussed it with my wife. We decided to do the same.

My wife had a three-day break after her tour, and my son was on summer vacation at his grandma's. I arranged my schedule and quickly devised a super-adventure plan: a scenic reservoir about 100 kilometers from the provincial capital, with mountains and water. After a morning of careful online research, I finalized the location. After lunch, I asked my wife to prepare food, drinks, and two or three days' worth of clothes, while I went to a friend's to pick up the four-wheel-drive SUV…

When I returned to our apartment complex, I saw my wife already waiting for me downstairs. It was rare that I didn't have to rush her this time; the two large, insulated cars… There was also a suitcase full of clothes, which we carried downstairs... Needless to say, my wife must have gotten help from our neighbor, Brother Gao.

Brother Gao is a PE teacher at the Civil Engineering College and also a big fan of my wife's... My wife's outfit made me both laugh and cry—a low-cut long dress, huge sunglasses, and a large sun hat... If you didn't know better, you'd think we were going on a picnic, but if you didn't, you'd think we were heading to the airport for a direct flight to Hawaii...

After I opened the back door of the Jeep and loaded the things in, I opened the driver's side door for my wife while I climbed into the back seat with my laptop. My wife looked exasperated and muttered, "I'm dressed like a passenger, why am I driving?" I said our plans weren't finished yet, so of course my wife needed to drive. My wife had no choice but to get in and drive, asking me unhappily, "Where are we going?"

Without looking up, I told her, "Southeast, onto the highway..." My wife then asked, "Where is southeast???" Here's a reminder to all my fellow students: most girls don't have a good sense of direction. When telling them a location, be sure to use landmarks they recognize. Try to avoid using directions like north, south, east, and west, and instead be more specific like left, right, forward, or backward... I jokingly told my wife, "This is the direction to your house..." Once

we got on the highway, my wife's mood improved. The blue sky, white clouds, and endless fields on both sides of the road... what made her happy was perhaps that we were on our way back to our hometown... After driving about 50 kilometers out of the city, we saw rolling hills. I told my wife to pull over to the right to prepare for the next... We exited the highway at the intersection and entered a county road. The road narrowed and became unfamiliar. My wife stopped the car on the side of the road and refused to drive any further.

Actually, driving on county and rural roads in the north is quite pleasant. There are tall poplar trees on both sides of the road, making it a tree-lined road. It's just that there aren't many cars in the countryside, and tractors and farm vehicles are driven more casually, so you have to concentrate a bit... My wife ran to the cornfield to relieve herself. My wife is from a small town, so this is very normal for her. I just stood on the side of the road and peed.

When we got back in the car, I asked my wife, "Didn't the farmer uncle see your big butt?" I remembered my lover and me having sex in the wild… My wife said, 'If there are any farmers in the cornfield, let's go in and finish before coming out.'…

After driving for more than ten kilometers, we actually found two farmers by the roadside. It was a father and son; the son looked about fifteen or sixteen, and the father's age was hard to guess, probably over forty. They were selling their own cantaloupes. I slowed down and stopped a few meters in front of their cantaloupe stall. As soon as I got out of the car, I smelled the wonderful aroma of cantaloupes. My wife picked out four and weighed them. The old man was very honest and the kind of person you could trust just by looking at him.

"Twelve yuan and eighty cents, you can give me twelve..." My wife took out two ten-yuan bills and handed them to the old man. Just as he was about to give her change, she said, "Here's a lucky charm for you, keep the change." The old man thanked her profusely. As we walked back to the car, the young man ran over and put two melons into the plastic bag my wife was carrying, a simple, honest smile on his face. "These are the ones I picked, they're definitely the sweetest..."

My wife returned his signature sweet smile, put the melons in the back seat, and told the young man to wait. She got in the car, opened the insulated food box, and took out two cans of Coca-Cola for him. After driving quite a distance, my wife looked back and saw the father and son still waving at us...

The first group of people we met on this trip was so kind, it seemed to foreshadow future success. My wife was overjoyed...

Following the GPS and referring to the signs for the reservoir tourist area along the roadside, we arrived at XX Reservoir, about thirty kilometers from the county... We'd actually driven for over an hour! This area was once one of the earliest developed tourist areas in the province, but now people are more interested in traveling further afield, and there are so many other fun places to visit that this once-crowded tourist spot, packed for three seasons of the year, is now practically deserted—which is exactly what I wanted…

At the entrance to the reservoir tourist area, two people stopped my car and demanded a ten-yuan entrance fee. I saw a sign by the gate that said twenty yuan for large vehicles and ten yuan for small vehicles. After paying, they let us through without a receipt, which we didn't care about. I continued following the GPS directions, relying on my mental map memory…

After crossing the dam and the entertainment area, I drove onto a rugged lakeside road [the so-called "road" was actually a path used by horse-drawn and oxcarts in the past]. This kind of road has two deep ruts, making it inaccessible to ordinary cars. In rainy weather, only tractors and four-wheel-drive off-road vehicles like ours can get through. We were able to drive again,

and after about six kilometers, the road entered the mountains. The lakeside was also steep, with cliffs rising over ten meters high and dropping to three or five meters in some places. However, there was a gentle slope with two good fishing spots by the lake. I drove the car uphill and stopped about a hundred meters from the fishing spots. I opened the back door, cleared a small flat area, sprinkled insecticide, and set up a two-person tent. There were also two folding lounge chairs and a small folding table in the car… Our outdoor love nest was immediately in sight,

so cozy! It's a pity my friend didn't have any fishing gear in the car, otherwise I would have gone down and caught some fish to cook… My wife took off her unreliable long dress and put on thin jeans and sneakers. We explored the surrounding area for a while. I told my wife that the nearest village was over ten kilometers away, and the residents had been relocated when the reservoir was built, so this place was absolutely quiet and safe…

By the time we got back to our love nest, it was time to make dinner. Grandma took out a small gas stove, put in the half-cooked beef, chopped radish, scallions, and seasonings, poured in purified water, and soon the air was filled with the aroma of beef. My wife put two bags of knife-cut noodles into the pot... Beef noodles, stir-fried vegetables my wife had made at home, and chilled beer. My wife led me to

the tranquil lakeside at dusk, where only crickets and unknown insects chirped tirelessly in waves. The cliffs in front were already reflecting the rose-colored sunset, and the lake water was also a rose-gold color...

Even in summer, the temperature drops immediately after sunset in the mountains. We crawled into the tent, laid out a moisture-proof mat, and my wife consciously took off all her clothes, covering herself only with a towel, because she knew it was just the two of us. I quickly stripped off and pounced on her. There was no need for foreplay; my erection was already strong enough, and my wife was already overflowing with desire. After fucking for more than ten minutes, my wife held me and whispered in my ear, "What if no one else comes?"

I said, "Then I'll send you into the mountains to be fucked by wild animals in the middle of the night." I clearly felt a spasm in my wife's vagina, and her thighs trembled. My wife had an orgasm... I quickly thrust dozens of times and pushed her, and she let out a charming moan... I didn't ejaculate but savored the wonderful happiness of my wife's orgasm...

I got up, put on my pants, and went out to pee. I glanced at the lakeside and immediately became so excited that I didn't feel like peeing anymore. There was a person at the fishing spot I had found, with fishing gear, a tent, and an LED lantern... I turned back to my wife and said, "The person who's going to fuck you is here..."

For a while, I felt that letting my wife have sex with a completely unfamiliar man... It's an incredibly exciting thing, and my wife even indulges my fantasies. However, there are too many troubles and uncertainties in actually doing it. Even in the rural-urban fringe area where it's unlikely anyone would know my wife, my wife and I only play around with small thrills and haven't dared to actually do it...

It's remote and really chaotic there, with many prostitutes. The prices aren't expensive, so many migrant workers and lustful city men go there for entertainment. At night, eight or nine out of ten women on the street who are made up are prostitutes. Those clients can directly approach women they like, bargain, and then follow the prostitutes to their residences or take them to nearby hotels for sex.

My friend rented a bungalow there. He often goes away on business for months at a time, and he asked me to look after the house for him. This guy made the bedroom smell really bad, so I took my wife there for some excitement. On the way from my friend's rented house to the convenience store, there's a small bridge that's a popular spot for prostitutes. At night, I asked my wife to buy me cigarettes, and every time, she would be mistaken for a prostitute and stopped by clients asking her prices.

Some bold clients would even hug her and show their affection. Of course, I would follow my wife from a distance to protect her. When we got back to our place, my wife would be overflowing with lustful fluids...

I asked my wife what would happen if she went to a hotel with a client. At that time, my wife would be especially excited and beg me to fuck her quickly. To cooperate with me, she would pretend to be a prostitute and play role-playing, saying in a coquettish or lewd voice, "Brother, uncle, I'm a slut, fuck me hard!" At that moment, I really wanted to find a real client to replace me in fucking my wife... My wife also came very quickly and was willing to use any technique...

That summer, I saw a post on a couples' website in China about a husband-and-wife cuckold who camped by a lake and let the fishermen on the lake fuck the wife at night. I was very inspired and discussed it with my wife. We decided to do the same.

My wife had a three-day break after her tour, and my son was on summer vacation at his grandma's. I arranged my schedule and quickly devised a super-adventure plan: a scenic reservoir about 100 kilometers from the provincial capital, with mountains and water. After a morning of careful online research, I finalized the location. After lunch, I asked my wife to prepare food, drinks, and two or three days' worth of clothes, while I went to a friend's to pick up the four-wheel-drive SUV…

When I returned to our apartment complex, I saw my wife already waiting for me downstairs. It was rare that I didn't have to rush her this time; the two large, insulated cars… There was also a suitcase full of clothes, which we carried downstairs... Needless to say, my wife must have gotten help from our neighbor, Brother Gao.

Brother Gao is a PE teacher at the Civil Engineering College and also a big fan of my wife's... My wife's outfit made me both laugh and cry—a low-cut long dress, huge sunglasses, and a large sun hat... If you didn't know better, you'd think we were going on a picnic, but if you didn't, you'd think we were heading to the airport for a direct flight to Hawaii...

After I opened the back door of the Jeep and loaded the things in, I opened the driver's side door for my wife while I climbed into the back seat with my laptop. My wife looked exasperated and muttered, "I'm dressed like a passenger, why am I driving?" I said our plans weren't finished yet, so of course my wife needed to drive. My wife had no choice but to get in and drive, asking me unhappily, "Where are we going?"

Without looking up, I told her, "Southeast, onto the highway..." My wife then asked, "Where is southeast???" Here's a reminder to all my fellow students: most girls don't have a good sense of direction. When telling them a location, be sure to use landmarks they recognize. Try to avoid using directions like north, south, east, and west, and instead be more specific like left, right, forward, or backward... I jokingly told my wife, "This is the direction to your house..." Once

we got on the highway, my wife's mood improved. The blue sky, white clouds, and endless fields on both sides of the road... what made her happy was perhaps that we were on our way back to our hometown... After driving about 50 kilometers out of the city, we saw rolling hills. I told my wife to pull over to the right to prepare for the next... We exited the highway at the intersection and entered a county road. The road narrowed and became unfamiliar. My wife stopped the car on the side of the road and refused to drive any further.

Actually, driving on county and rural roads in the north is quite pleasant. There are tall poplar trees on both sides of the road, making it a tree-lined road. It's just that there aren't many cars in the countryside, and tractors and farm vehicles are driven more casually, so you have to concentrate a bit... My wife ran to the cornfield to relieve herself. My wife is from a small town, so this is very normal for her. I just stood on the side of the road and peed.

When we got back in the car, I asked my wife, "Didn't the farmer uncle see your big butt?" I remembered my lover and me having sex in the wild… My wife said, 'If there are any farmers in the cornfield, let's go in and finish before coming out.'…

After driving for more than ten kilometers, we actually found two farmers by the roadside. It was a father and son; the son looked about fifteen or sixteen, and the father's age was hard to guess, probably over forty. They were selling their own cantaloupes. I slowed down and stopped a few meters in front of their cantaloupe stall. As soon as I got out of the car, I smelled the wonderful aroma of cantaloupes. My wife picked out four and weighed them. The old man was very honest and the kind of person you could trust just by looking at him.

"Twelve yuan and eighty cents, you can give me twelve..." My wife took out two ten-yuan bills and handed them to the old man. Just as he was about to give her change, she said, "Here's a lucky charm for you, keep the change." The old man thanked her profusely. As we walked back to the car, the young man ran over and put two melons into the plastic bag my wife was carrying, a simple, honest smile on his face. "These are the ones I picked, they're definitely the sweetest..."

My wife returned his signature sweet smile, put the melons in the back seat, and told the young man to wait. She got in the car, opened the insulated food box, took out two cans of Coca-Cola, and gave them to the young man. The car had driven quite a distance when my wife looked back and saw the father and son still waving at us...

The first group of people we met on this trip were so kind; it seemed to foreshadow future success for my wife. My mood was off the charts…

Following the GPS and referring to the signs for the reservoir tourist area along the roadside, we arrived at XX Reservoir. It took us over an hour to drive just over 30 kilometers on the county road. This area was once one of the earliest developed tourist areas in the province, but now people are more interested in traveling further afield, and there are so many other fun places to visit that this once-crowded tourist spot, packed for three seasons of the year, is now practically deserted. This is exactly what I wanted…

At the entrance to the reservoir tourist area, two people stopped my car and asked me to pay ten yuan for the entrance fee. I saw a sign by the gate that said 20 yuan for large vehicles and 10 yuan for small vehicles. We paid the money, received no receipt, and were let through. We didn't care about the receipt; I continued following the GPS and then had to rely on the map in my head. I remembered...

After crossing the dam and the recreation area, I drove onto a rugged lakeside road [the so-called "road" was actually a path used by horse-drawn and ox-carts in the past]. This kind of road had two deep ruts, making it inaccessible to ordinary cars. In rainy weather, only tractors and four-wheel-drive off-road vehicles like ours could navigate it.

After about six kilometers, the road entered the mountains. The lakeside was also steep cliffs, some over ten meters high and others three to five meters low. However, there was a gentle slope with two good fishing spots by the lake. I drove the car up the slope and stopped about a hundred meters from the fishing spots. I opened the back door, cleared a small flat area, sprinkled insecticide, and set up a two-person tent. There were also two folding recliners and a small folding table in the car... our outdoor love nest. It appeared before our eyes immediately,

so cozy! It's a pity my friend didn't have fishing gear in the car, otherwise I would have gone down and caught a few fish to cook right away… My wife took off her unreliable long dress and put on thin jeans and sneakers. We explored the surrounding area for a bit. I told my wife that the nearest village was over ten kilometers away, and all the residents had been relocated when the reservoir was built, so this place was absolutely quiet and safe…

By the time we got back to our love nest, it was time to make dinner. My wife took out the small gas stove, put in the half-cooked beef, chopped radish, scallions, and seasonings, poured in purified water, and soon the air was filled with the aroma of beef. My wife put two bags of knife-cut noodles into the pot… Beef noodles, along with the stir-fried vegetables my wife had made at home and chilled beer… My wife brought…

The lakeside was tranquil at dusk, save for the tireless chirping of crickets and other unidentified insects. The cliffs ahead were already bathed in the rosy glow of the sunset, and the lake itself was a rosy gold…

Even in summer, the temperature drops instantly after sunset in the mountains. We crawled into the tent, laid out a moisture-proof mat, and my wife consciously took off all her clothes, covering herself only with a towel. She knew we were alone. I quickly stripped off my clothes and pounced on her. No foreplay was needed; I was already hard enough, and my wife was already overflowing with desire. After about ten minutes of fucking, my wife held me close and whispered in my ear, “What if no one else comes?” I said, "

Then I'll send you into the mountains to be fucked by wild animals in the middle of the night." I clearly felt a spasm in my wife's vagina, and her thighs trembled. My wife had an orgasm... I quickly thrust in and out dozens of times, then pushed her away, and she let out a charming moan... I didn't ejaculate, but savored the wonderful bliss of my wife's orgasm...

I got up, put on my pants, and went out to pee. I glanced at the lakeside and immediately became so excited that I didn't feel the urge to pee anymore. There was someone at the fishing spot I had found, with fishing gear, a tent, and an LED lantern... I turned back to my wife and said, "The person who's going to fuck you is here..."

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