A new experience for my wife and me

Author: Unknown
Since my wife Hong married me, she has never gone to social venues like dance halls again. I know
she doesn't want to have too much contact with men and wants to be the only woman I'll ever have. I try my best to cooperate with her. Although
I knew she had relationships with her two ex-boyfriends before we started dating, I
never held it against her or looked down on her. I still loved and liked her devotedly, so I never asked about or brought up
her past.
Until one day, I saw content about group sex online and was amazed by the exciting methods
. But I always felt that it was just something people made up to attract lustful people, and I never believed it was real.
But even in this disbelief, I became obsessed with these kinds of
novels, frantically collecting articles on the subject. I also met some netizens online and discovered that
there were many other people like me. Gradually, I completely accepted these views and considered these to be normal
forms of sex.
That period was strange. I had very little sexual urge from my own body, but
sexual stimulation and satisfaction from my wife gave me a tremendous impact and satisfaction. For example, the thought of exposing my wife
to other men, or letting her be intimate with other men, often excited me more than having sex with her myself
. It seemed that my sexual pleasure was entirely dependent on her.
From then on, I started imagining how my wife was deflowered and had sex with her ex-boyfriend. The
thought of my wife being naked and pinned down on the bed, with a slippery hard object inserted between her legs,
enduring the act of intercourse, even wanting to see my wife being violated by another man
, would give me a strange and unprecedented excitement and stimulation. Even
in the street, my penis would get incredibly hard.
So, after telling my wife about my thoughts, she looked at me with a bewildered expression and said I was
addicted to the internet and had a twisted mind. I wasn't swayed by her opposition; instead, I secretly started looking for
like-minded netizens online. My QQ account was filled with
gay people I'd met on pornographic forums. After communicating with them, I gradually came to believe that most of those so-called "****** novels" were based on reality
, with many based on the authors' personal experiences. Of course, some authors
wrote them simply to seek gratification and psychological satisfaction; I myself had posted such novels.
While I was desperately searching for sincerity, I accidentally met a netizen named "Beike." After chatting with him for a
long time, we ended up discussing the topic of ******, and unexpectedly, we
both had similar thoughts. We exchanged photos of our wives, but didn't take any further action. At that time,
everything I did was purely my own idea, done without my wife's knowledge, so
I didn't dare to do anything rash. Therefore, I rarely appeared online, and that's how we lost contact.
During this time, I didn't give up. Instead, I did a lot of work on my wife... even tirelessly asking
her how she met her ex-boyfriends, how long they knew each other, and how they got together. At first, she
wouldn't say anything, but later she told me everything, including where they first met and how they did it.
Strangely, I wasn't jealous at all; on the contrary, I was incredibly excited. I started
bringing up the topic of sex again, and gradually she went from being unreasonable to acquiescing. My wife is
the kind of virtuous and obedient woman, so I went even further, meeting up with some netizens from Beijing, Shanghai, and Jiangsu, and
developing a connection with them. Unfortunately, we lived too far apart, so it all fell through at the crucial moment.
After six months of contact with Beike, I gradually forgot about him. Plus, he kept
changing his online name, and I almost forgot our promise, which came true this May. About two weeks ago, he suddenly
reappeared on my QQ and brought up old topics, which confused me a bit because he
had changed his online name (for privacy, I can't tell you his real name, so I'll just
call him Shell). This time, I became bolder, and it was this daring act that led me to experience a real
sexual encounter, giving my wife and me an unprecedented sense of excitement
and thrill. The following story is about my sexual experience with Shell.
After chatting with him for five minutes, he told me he was the former Beike. Only then did I recall
the memory from the depths of my mind. Just as we were about to get down to business, he told me he had to go out. Before I could even close
the chat window, he messaged me again, asking who I was. Completely bewildered, I had no idea
what he was up to. He told me he was Beike's wife, which I didn't believe at all. Pranks like this are common online
, so I didn't take it seriously. Unexpectedly, he asked to have a voice chat with me. Suddenly, my eyes
lit up—there was a chance!
My wife and son were right there, so I didn't accept. Instead, I asked her to turn on the video so I
could see if she was a man or a woman. When she did, a woman in her late twenties appeared on my
computer. After she showed me a photo I had given to my wife and husband six months ago, I was certain she was Beike's wife
. I couldn't wait to start chatting with them, and we quickly became good friends
. She then gave me her QQ number, and from that day on, she became almost my only chat buddy. Just as we were
getting into our conversation...
One evening after nine o'clock, a man in his early thirties with glasses appeared on the video call. He
told me he was my online friend, Beike, and that I'd only found out he wore glasses after chatting for half a year. His first
question was what I thought of his wife. I said she was very nice, a pretty young woman. Then we started
talking about our wives, and soon we got to the point, discussing our past sexual encounters.
He said he really wanted to have a real sexual experience with me. I figured he was just like those other bored online friends, just
talking, not serious,
so I played along. I chatted with this couple for over a week. Although we got along very well, I never...
I didn't take it seriously at first. I suspected they were just like many other netizens, drawn in by curiosity and a
desire to pry into other people's privacy. It wasn't until we exchanged phone numbers and he chatted with his wife
for a while , and then he called my wife's cell phone and we talked back, that I believed their actions
were genuine and that they planned to come to our place in the next couple of days. At that moment, I started to feel scared.
Maybe that's how people are; they look forward to this day, but when it actually comes, they become fearful, just like me
. My main fear was that my wife wouldn't agree, making things awkward for everyone. They'd come all this way, and that would be so
unfair to them. However, I still didn't believe they would really come, so I boldly invited them.
It wasn't until May 5th, when I suddenly received a call from his wife telling me they were on their
way, that I realized the seriousness of the situation. I was fine; my biggest worry was getting past his wife
. Despite her usual chatter, I knew she'd falter in a crucial moment. Sure
enough, when I got home at noon and told her that Beike and his wife were on their way, her face immediately darkened
. She said we were completely crazy. I quickly explained, "He made the call on the way; I can't very well
send them back. If you don't agree..." "Let's just treat each other as friends."
She still looked unhappy. I quickly finished my meal and went out to buy groceries. With a heavy
heart, I waited at our agreed-upon location until after 3 PM before their car slowly pulled up.
When they got out, I finally got a good look at the young couple. The man was about 1.7 meters tall
, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking refined and elegant. The woman was probably about 1.62 meters tall
; although her face wasn't as beautiful as I'd imagined, her skin was quite fair, and she looked quite pleasant
.
After I led them into the house, thankfully, all my worries were unnecessary. My wife greeted them warmly.
I secretly smiled to myself; women's hearts are truly hard to fathom.
Because it was still early, and it was our first meeting, we needed to build rapport. So, my wife and I
went shopping with them for a while. When we got back, I quickly prepared a large dinner with drinks and food
. At times like this, everyone is probably like us, not really appreciating the exquisite food. We hurriedly drank some
wine and then announced that dinner was over. My son went to my mother's house, leaving just the four of us. I knew that
everything was about to begin.
No one knew how to start the conversation. After all, this was our first time, and everyone had been looking forward
to this moment, especially me, and of course, he was no exception. To ease the awkwardness, I turned on my computer
and led them to it. I originally planned to show them some nude selfies of my wife, but my wife's
stern look indicated that I couldn't. So
, I showed them some selfies I had collected online. They looked on with great interest, especially the man, whose eyes were practically gleaming with lust. Then I
took out some pornographic films for them to enjoy. I knew that my wife couldn't resist watching porn, so this
was the best way to get her to submit.
After watching for a while, everyone reacted. The two of us men had already gotten aroused, but neither of us
dared to speak up, and we remained awkwardly seated. Finally, as the host, I broke the silence by suggesting
we all take a shower first. After everyone showered, it was my wife's turn last. While she was showering,
the two of us men started discussing the main topic in front of her. When I asked him about his impression of my wife
, he said he felt very good about her, and his wife also said she looked much younger than in the photos. Then he asked
me what I thought of his wife, and I, of course, said I was satisfied.
After mutual approval, we started planning our next move. With his wife's
consent, he suggested we go first. Hesitantly, I didn't agree. I didn't know
what my wife thought of him, and I was afraid she wouldn't be able to handle it if we did it without her consent.
After all, it was our first time, and I needed her approval first.
So I went to the bathroom, intending to talk to her while she showered. Surprisingly, when I
asked her what she thought of that man, my wife shyly nodded in agreement. Who knows what's on a woman's mind?
My wife usually showers very quickly, but with this special social engagement, her shower seemed to go by
much faster than usual. Once she was in the living room, I thought it was time to get down to business, so I gathered everyone
into the bedroom. Everyone seemed very obedient this time. Beike and I lay in the middle, with a woman on each side,
each of us holding our wives, and we started watching porn again. After a while, we two men couldn't resist anymore
. I asked if we could start. The two women remained shyly silent, but Beike boldly pushed his wife
next to me. His wife said she wasn't used to doing it together, so we decided to do it separately first,
and then we could get used to playing together as a group. So, I led his wife to another small
room, leaving the large room for him and my wife.
Once inside the room, I eagerly embraced his wife and kissed her, my other hand slipping inside her bra
to caress her breasts. Those who've had this experience know that in such situations, other people's wives
aren't the most attractive; what's truly captivating is seeing your own wife being intimate, flirting, and
making love with another man, especially watching her naked and writhing beneath another man's body – that's
the most alluring and thrilling scene. So, while flirting with his wife, my mind was still on her.
I released her and secretly pushed open my bedroom door, wanting to see what was happening with her
.
But they remained in the same position, without any further intimacy. Beike's wife
and I witnessed this simultaneously. Before I even entered the room, she rushed in,
whispered something in her husband's ear, and lay down beside him. Soon after, Beike told
me his wife was a little scared and uncomfortable. I knew she was afraid that if I slept with her, my wife would
stop letting her husband sleep with her. Maybe it's just that I'm not used to it.
Thinking this, I returned to my wife's side and continued watching our porn, making no further moves
. After a while, Beike couldn't help but speak up. He said his wife was a little shy, and suggested we each try it once first
and see how it went. After getting my consent, they went to my son's room next door. Already a little
excited, I hugged my wife and started kissing her. When I put my hand inside her pants, "Wow!"
My wife was already overflowing with vaginal lubrication, the area around her vaginal opening was covered in slippery fluid. I knew my wife
would have a strong reaction whenever she watched porn. At this point, I could easily thrust a few times, and she would
orgasm in less than five minutes. Once she was satisfied, our game might not continue. I thought it would be better to let
another man satisfy her rare passion and bring her to a stimulating orgasm.
Thinking of this, I quickly got up and went to the next room to discuss it. When I opened the door, the room was already filled with the scent of spring
. Two naked bodies were pressed tightly together. The woman was lying down, and the man was kneeling between her legs,
licking her breasts. The woman was stroking the man's penis with her hand. I could see that Beike's penis had
been stimulated to an unusually high level by his wife's touch, with a purplish-red sheen on the glans. When she saw me enter, the woman screamed and turned away shyly
. Beike sat on the bed. I was too embarrassed to make any move because it was a fair exchange
. Without her husband's consent, and before my wife had given him her, I would absolutely not touch his
wife.
But Beike didn't stop what he was doing. He continued to roam over his wife's naked body and even
hinted that I should touch her too. With her husband's support, I certainly wouldn't let go of this
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. But as soon as I reached for his wife's full breasts, she seemed shy and turned
away. I had no choice but to let go and sit on the edge of the bed watching the couple make love. When Beike saw that I had stopped, he
secretly removed one hand and let me touch his wife's buttocks. I slid my hand down her buttocks to her genitals and used
my two thumbs to pry her buttocks apart, revealing her vaginal opening from behind. She noticed my advances
, and perhaps with her husband's support, she no longer avoided me as she had at the beginning. I began to boldly
touch her breasts, with her husband and I each holding one breast. I also gently rubbed her pink nipples from time to time
. We touched her for almost two minutes, and she didn't move at all, letting us do as we pleased.
Seeing that things were about right, her husband wanted to hand her over to me while he went next door to have sex with my wife.
Just as he straightened up, naked, to leave, the woman clung to him, saying she was a little scared and wanted to come with him. So
, they decided that all four of them could do it together, so everyone could take care of each other. She silently nodded. With her
consent, I boldly carried her, still completely naked, into my wife's room. My wife was still fully clothed
and watching TV. When she saw me carrying a naked woman in, followed by a naked man, her
eyes didn't linger on my actions with the woman; instead, she shyly glanced at the man's genitals
.
When I placed the woman next to her, she obediently shifted. Seeing his wife's
naked body in front of someone else, Beike's penis immediately became erect. He walked around the bed
to my wife's bedside and, without waiting for her consent, began to caress her,
kneading her breasts with two fingers. My wife leaned against the bed, shyly lowering her head, like a bride entering her bridal chamber
. Although she knew what was about to happen, she didn't know how to begin, her face flushed, her hands unconsciously
fidgeting with the hem of her clothes. Sometimes she would secretly glance at what I and the woman were doing. After only a couple of touches
, Beike impatiently climbed onto the bed, straddled my wife's lap, and began to undress her.
At that moment, I was fondling his wife's breasts. Her breasts were classic—not too big, not too small, and incredibly
firm. Women who haven't given birth are different. Her pink nipples were small, seemingly
disproportionate to her breasts. I kissed her nipples, occasionally reaching for her genitals to touch her
clitoris. Meanwhile, my wife was completely naked, having been undressed by the other man. I'll never forget
the look in her eyes when the first button was undone—a look of pleading, helplessness, a mixture of arousal
and shyness.
Although I wasn't her only man, this was her first time engaging in group sex with four men, especially
in front of her husband. Actually, my wife is quite introverted, not the outgoing
type. Although she's had sex with three or four men, those were all during courtship
. Aside from that, she's a respectable woman, especially with men she doesn't like—she rarely speaks to them
. For her to act this way today was truly a bit of a stretch.
Fortunately, when she looked at me, I gave her an encouraging look, and she quickly accepted
it and cooperated with Shell's advances. With my wife's cooperation, she, who was only wearing a nightgown,
was quickly stripped naked by Shell. My wife's pubic hair was very thick, but now it was all wet with her vaginal fluid, sticky
and messy. She spread her legs without any dignity, and when Shell put his hand into her vagina, she couldn't help but
let out a soft moan. I knew that my wife was already overflowing with lust at this time, and her entire vaginal opening must have been
covered with love juice. No wonder Shell was surprised when he touched her genitals.
The two naked women looked embarrassed and very unnatural. In a short while, I had also stripped
myself naked. My thick, hard penis was exposed. My penis
had a clear advantage in front of Shell; it was much thicker and larger than his, although the length was about the same, about fourteen centimeters long.
We two curious men placed two fair-skinned women side by side for a thorough comparison
. My wife, having already given birth, had naturally sagging breasts that weren't as firm as his wife's, and
her nipples were darker. When we parted their thighs, we were both astonished to discover that they
were two completely different vaginas.
At this point, someone might say: "A vagina is a vagina, what's the point of comparing them?" Wow! That's a huge misconception
!
Because no two vaginas are exactly alike, and of course, wives' vaginas are no exception—there are southern vaginas, northern vaginas...
They're different; fat vaginas and thin vaginas are different. When I saw his wife's two plump, white legs spread apart, apart from
a few tufts of tender pubic hair on her mons pubis, the hair on her vulva was sparse
, almost countable strand by strand.
Her vulva was perfectly closed, round and smooth, with a pair of delicate labia minora and labia majora, pinkish-
red. His wife's was a fairly typical, ordinary vulva. My wife's was different. When her two
plump thighs spread apart, her two thick labia minora, long and loose, some over two inches long
, drooped down, just covering her vaginal opening. Unlike his wife, my wife's labia majora were also covered with
pubic hair, while his wife's were sparse, only a little on her vulva. Moreover, his wife had a white vulva, while my wife had a dark
vulva; they were two completely different types of vulvas.
My friends on the street say my wife's vagina is a rare gem, the best of the best. When you're fucking her
, her four labia will tightly hold your penis. When those long labia tightly envelop your penis,
that sight is truly a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Maybe that's why I haven't had enough of fucking my wife in ten years
!
When the man greedily stroked my wife's dark pubic hair and her incredibly sexy, plump, bun-like vagina,
and then parted her two thick labia, my wife's vagina was fully revealed. Her vaginal opening was already slightly
open, and her two plump labia were spread wide apart. The area
around her labia was covered with dark pubic hair, glistening, and a clear fluid was flowing out, filling her buttocks and even her anus. When
the man touched her again, her entire vulva became sticky, radiating an alluring sheen.
After comparing, both of us men were delighted to have encountered two completely different vaginas. Shell, especially,
couldn't contain his excitement, using my wife's vaginal fluid to tease her clitoris. For me
, someone accustomed to the dark pubic hair and yearning for a "white tiger," his wife's vagina, a rare and precious find, was
so different from my wife's thick, dark pubic hair that I no longer bothered to appreciate it. I buried my head and began
licking it vigorously with my tongue. At the same time, I used my thumbs to pry open her still-closed labia and extended my tongue
towards her clitoris. The moment my tongue touched her clitoris, I felt her tremble slightly. I then inserted my ring
finger into her vagina and began thrusting it in and out. I gradually felt my finger becoming wet.
Meanwhile, my wife, with her eyes closed, spread her legs as wide as possible, enjoying another man's caresses
. I knew she was already craving penetration, but was too embarrassed to say it. Seeing this, I
stopped licking her clitoris and said, "My wife's juices are almost drowning you, why don't you hurry up and do it?"
Before I could finish speaking, he probably couldn't hold back any longer. He knelt between my wife's thighs and
deeply into her already overflowing vagina, and began to thrust...
I licked her clitoris for a long time, but no juices came out. So I straddled her thighs,
put my glans against her vulva, and gently rubbed her labia and clitoris with the glans, but no juices came out. At this moment, my
wife and her vulva were already fused together. Seeing this, I was filled with lust. I held my penis in one hand and pressed down on my
wife's slender waist with the other. Suddenly, I pushed hard with my lower body. I heard my wife cry out, and my penis, hair and all
, was swallowed up by the slit of her vulva without a trace.
His wife's vagina was very narrow, and my penis was enveloped by the tight, hot flesh of her vaginal cavity, feeling incredibly comfortable.
I unconsciously began to move my hips back and forth, thrusting to gain
even greater with veins, move in and out of a completely unfamiliar vagina, from deep red
to covered in semen, then becoming a layer of pale white foam, a sense of heroism and physical
pleasure surged through me, giving me a light, floating feeling.
I started sucking on his wife's nipples, my hips thrusting violently against her vulva, wanting
to shove my entire penis and testicles into her vagina, making "ah" sounds. But I didn't
miss the scene of Shell and my wife having sex. They were much gentler; Shell was completely
pressed against my wife's body, not licking her nipples, but pressing his head against her face, fully
experiencing the waves of pleasure coming from below.
My wife, however, raised her buttocks high, her legs and thighs dangling in the air, making "plop plop"
sounds. This movement allowed Shell's penis to penetrate deeper. My wife's eyes were tightly closed, her mouth slightly open,
panting heavily , twisting to meet Shell's thrusts. I knew she was about to reach orgasm. Actually,
we had discussed all of this online beforehand.
My wife prefers gentleness, while his wife prefers intensity, which suited us both perfectly. My wife's reaction
became increasingly intense, and I quickly told Shell to suck on my wife's nipples while I leaned in and kissed her passionately
. I knew, of course, that when my wife was close to orgasm, she loved having her nipples licked;
just a little lick would quickly bring her to orgasm. Sure enough, my wife's face began to burn, she breathed heavily, and
she stuffed her entire tongue into my mouth. I knew she had reached the most stimulating orgasm, and Shell also sensed
my wife's change, motionless, enjoying the pleasure brought by my wife's vaginal contractions.
Although my wife and I were passionately kissing, I didn't let up on my assault on her. However,
after enjoying the vaginal movements of my wife, Shell resumed his previous position. My wife's legs
dangled from Shell's waist, lying in a "spread-eagle" position, eyes closed, completely submissive, allowing the skinny
man to do as he pleased with her.
Perhaps watching our wives with another man was just too stimulating, because we both
ejaculated without changing positions!
First was Shell. Perhaps it was the contractions of my wife's vagina that stimulated him, because as my wife climaxed
, Shell's whole body trembled, his thrusts became slow and powerful, each thrust accompanied by a shudder.
I believe each twitch represented him ejaculating inside my wife's vagina. He twitched seven or
eight times before stopping, exhausted and panting heavily. They hugged each other tightly. Seeing this unprecedentedly
stimulating scene, I finally couldn't resist the surge of heat in my lower abdomen, and regardless of whether my wife had reached orgasm...
Chao, and then sent countless sons from inside me into his wife's vagina.
As I ejaculated the last drop of semen into his wife's vagina, Beike had already
withdrawn his limp penis from my wife's body. My wife quickly tore off some toilet paper and handed it to him, then
grabbed a handful of toilet paper for herself, and with a familiar motion, stuffed it into her vaginal opening. Then, squatting on the bed,
her hairy vulva immediately oozed translucent semen, all of it landing on the paper. The two women
finished their first round of intercourse in almost the same way.
When I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and panting heavily, my wife had already
finished washing her genitals and prepared water for Beike to wash as well. When I finished washing last and returned to the room
, all three of them were already in their positions, watching TV as if nothing had happened. My wife
lay on the outermost side, Beike naturally lay in the middle, leaving his wife and the innermost position for
me.
Because it was only late spring, it was still a bit chilly to be naked. Although the two women, who were sensitive to the cold, had put on
pajamas, their lower bodies were completely naked. Beike, however, lay naked and quite casually, one arm around each of the two
women, casually draped over their open garments. His other hand was grasping a breast of a completely different type. My wife's breasts were
n't large to begin with, and his hand almost completely covered them. When I entered, he consciously withdrew
his hand, giving me his wife's breast. As I lay naked on the bed, the television was still playing pornographic scenes of men and women having sex. Having just made love, I felt much more energetic than usual, without any fatigue. I continued to talk to Beike about the experience of intercourse. He said he particularly enjoyed the feeling of my wife's vaginal contractions during orgasm, a feeling he rarely experienced, almost never, with his wife. What struck me most was the intense pressure and tightness in his wife's vagina, an advantage she had never had children. As we talked, I gradually noticed my wife's face flushed, and one of her soft, delicate hands involuntarily reached down to Shell's crotch, gently stroking his penis. A hint of infatuation appeared in her eyes. Shell was pinching her most sensitive nipple with two fingers. Usually, when watching porn, just a casual rub of her nipple would make her tremble uncontrollably; clearly, she was aroused again by Shell's teasing . A moment later, Shell's glans, which had shrunk and retracted under his foreskin, emerged again from my wife's hand . He loudly praised my wife's technique for touching his penis, saying it felt incredibly good to him. Before he finished speaking , I saw him slip his hand under the towel covering my wife's lower body. Although I couldn't see anything through the towel, I could tell from his movements that he was using his fingers to stimulate my wife's genitals. To confirm my judgment, I lifted the towel, and sure enough, his middle finger was rapidly vibrating on my wife's clitoris . Seeing me lift the blanket, my wife, who had been spreading her legs, shyly closed them, trapping his entire hand between her legs. Seeing how enthusiastic they were, I naturally wouldn't lag behind. I held his wife's buttocks with one hand, sucking hard on her full, firm left breast, while vigorously kneading her right breast with the other. His wife, however, was completely submissive, like a lamb to the slaughter, showing no reaction whatsoever. Perhaps seeing his penis throbbing again in his wife's hand, and then looking at my own limp penis, Beike pushed his wife away, saying something in Zhejiang dialect I couldn't understand. Only then did his wife slowly reach between my legs and grab my penis. The way she touched it made me realize how terrible her skill was at touching a penis; it was nowhere near my wife's level. No wonder Beike was completely impressed by my wife's penis-touching technique. His wife wasn't caressing my penis; she was torturing it. Her hand gripped it tightly, not stroking it up and down, but rubbing it with her thumb inside my glans. Luckily, her hands were delicate, otherwise I was worried she'd rubbed my glans raw. In retaliation, I dug hard into her vagina with my fingers , faintly feeling the lingering, slippery semen inside. Meanwhile, Shell pressed my wife's body down beneath him. I saw her unconsciously guiding his penis into her vagina with her skillful hands Her eyes were closed, no longer looking at me, but actively twisting her hips and rubbing her vagina against Shell's penis. I released his wife, stopped what I was doing… I turned my body and looked down at their intertwined genitals. The long-awaited scene had finally unfolded before my eyes. The stimulation was indescribable. Shell's not-so-large penis, like a carpenter's mortise and tenon joint, was perfectly embedded in my wife's vagina. My wife's two large, delicate labia minora were now bright red, forming a ring-like shape, just as the lecherous folks had described, tightly enveloping the vulva slick with semen. They began to thrust, and I watched from the side, admiring the beautiful and moving scene of their sexual organs meeting. I saw a penis, about the same length as mine but thinner, moving in and out between my wife's luscious labia minora, sending gushes of semen flying everywhere. The tender skin at the entrance of her vagina was unusually long, being pulled and flipped with each thrust, as close-up shot in a pornographic film; her entire vulva was flushed red from engorgement, hardening around the bulging veins of the penis , making the friction even more acute and intense. The penis thrust in and out relentlessly, each thrust and contraction causing the tender flesh along the vaginal margin to bulge and unfold. With each insertion, his scrotum slapped heavily against my wife's perineum, making a 'slap slap' sound. Perhaps stimulated by the scene before me, my penis was already as hard as iron. This time, I changed the position . I laid her on her side on the bed, one leg dangling limply off the bed, the other on the bed. This was because Shell had told me that his wife liked it when men stood on the floor to fuck her. This time, I easily inserted my penis into her vagina and began to thrust in and out of her ecstasy cave quickly. Because Shell had told me online that his wife was somewhat frigid and rarely or never had orgasms , based on my experience, some women need vigorous thrusting to achieve orgasm. So, I used...

I thrust into her vagina at two to three times faster than usual, pumping over two hundred times in a row.
Soon, I felt my lower back give way, so to rest, I climbed onto the bed, pressing
my entire body against hers. I licked her earlobe with my tongue, continuing my thrusts, each hand
gently kneading and caressing her breasts, lost in pleasure.
Meanwhile, Beike had also brought my wife to a state of ecstasy, her body limp, lying on the bed
with her arms and legs spread wide, letting him pound and thrust at her. Beike, aroused, knelt between her legs, hands on her armpits
, legs supporting her back, allowing for deeper penetration and more intense thrusts. My wife, seemingly understanding
, lifted her legs higher to meet Beike's onslaught.
Sure enough, with each thrust, she moved her buttocks up and down in sync with his lower body,
the tender skin covering her clitoris being pulled and rubbed repeatedly by his penis, making it swell and harden,
glistening with desire, thrusting forward, almost touching his busy penis. Their cooperation was seamless. For a moment
, the bedroom was filled with sounds, the "cracking" of their organs colliding, accompanied by the "squeaking" of their vaginas
, a three-dimensional, boundless erotic ambiance.
Their current position allowed me a clearer view of their intertwined organs; my wife's
legs were raised, her buttocks naturally a few inches off the ground, her vagina wide open, allowing her vulva to align perfectly with his erection, each
thrust making his penis hard as iron. When he withdrew, the veins were covered in my wife's white vaginal fluid; when he thrust in,
the glans slammed all the way in.
I spread my wife's knees apart a bit so that her vagina opened wide like a mouth. While I was having sex with her, I
watched the beautiful sight of my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. Her thick pubic hair couldn't hide her erect
clitoris, which was already as thick as a pencil tip, its pink tip peeking out from the dark pubic hair,
looking like a tiny glans. It throbbed and swelled from the constant movement of her labia minora. I was so tempted that I reached
out and pinched it, gently rubbing it back and forth. My wife was aroused, her eyes glazed over, her lips slightly parted, her
chest heaving with pleasure.
At this moment, even without my fingers, her labia minora automatically parted to the sides, and the overflowing pink vaginal opening was
clearly revealed before my eyes. Seeing this, I couldn't help but reach out and stroke her clitoris. Shell
didn't slow his thrusting at all; his penis powerfully pumped in and out of my wife's swollen vagina. Her vaginal muscles
were rubbed raw, turning into countless tiny bubbles, a white, misty fluid filling the area around her vaginal opening. The thin skin of her perineum
undulated with his thrusts, like a blower, the tender skin of her vaginal opening being pulled in and out by his penis—
a truly spectacular sight.
Soon, my wife reached another orgasm under his onslaught. The muscles of her perineum contracted violently,
rhythmically gripping Shell's penis. I had never had the chance to see my wife's vaginal muscles
contract during an orgasm before; today, I finally got to experience it. Excited, I thrust into his wife's body with all
my might, each stroke going all the way in. But human strength has its limits, and I was soon panting.
To avoid affecting his wife's orgasm, I quickly had Beike take over. Without a word, he
pulled his still-erect penis out of my wife's vagina and, with a "plop," shoved it into her vagina,
hoisting her legs onto his shoulders, repeating my actions.
The moment Beike left my wife's body, she remained in the same position as when she was having sex with him
. Because of her recent orgasm, her vagina was wide open, still retaining the shape of Beike's penis.
You could clearly see the purplish-red, folded flesh inside, engorged with blood. To prevent my penis
from being neglected and going soft, I quickly put it back into my wife's vagina and gently rubbed it.
Over there, Beike and his wife were locked in a fierce battle, their movements intense. Soon, he too
gave in , and I continued, but still couldn't bring his wife to orgasm. Beike suggested I do her from behind
, saying his wife loved this position. So, his wife cooperated, kneeling on all fours on the bed. I
held her slender waist with both hands, pushing and pulling while thrusting my hips repeatedly,
enjoying the waves of pleasure from the friction between her vagina and my glans. She didn't cry out, remaining almost lifeless, only
her body shifting back and forth with my forceful thrusts, her breasts swaying back and forth.
At my suggestion, my wife and Beike changed positions. He was now on top of my wife, enjoying
the caresses of her vagina. This way, I could see my penis entering and exiting her vagina from behind, while he could
free his hands to caress her trembling breasts, occasionally stimulating her
clitoris. My free hand, of course, roamed over my wife's breasts.
Perhaps influenced by us; or perhaps because my wife's riding skills were superb, after only a short while, Beike yelled for
my wife to stop. Even without him saying it, I knew he was embarrassed about ejaculating before me. He pulled out his penis
and rested beside me for a while. Exhausted, I handed his wife back to him, while I
rested on top of my wife, just like before. When he returned her to me, he was
drenched in sweat. His wife, like a dead cunt, still showed no reaction. Not wanting to disappoint everyone, I held
his wife and started fucking her again.
And so, we took turns attacking for his wife's orgasm. Finally, unable to continue, he
returned to my wife's side, using the most primal position, sucking on her nipple. I couldn't see their
expressions, only Beike's buttocks moving up and down between my wife's legs. Gradually, his movements
became faster and faster, each thrust more forceful than the last. Finally, with a violent spasm, he collapsed on top of my wife like a dead pig,
motionless.
I lost count of how many times I thrust into his wife's vagina, and I lost track of how much time passed. I
kept repeating the same motion over and over until I used up all my strength, but she didn't show
any signs of orgasm. Meanwhile, the pleasure from my penis thrusting filled my entire body, almost overwhelming me
. A tingling heat rose in my lower abdomen, and a pleasurable tingling sensation spread through my glans. I felt every pore on my body dilate, and blood rush to my head.
My brain, my iron-like penis, was pressed hard against her vagina, throbbing like a pulse. I could feel it uncontrollably
shooting out white semen from the tip of my penis, filling her narrow vagina to overflowing. In my convulsing
orgasm, it was forced out from between my wife's labia, finally collapsing weakly into her
arms.
Shell also stood up from my wife. As soon as his penis left her
vagina, the semen that had accumulated inside her liquefied into a thin, white, rice-water-like liquid, gushing
out of her vaginal opening. She quickly grabbed two sheets of toilet paper from the bedside table and covered the opening, which was instantly soaked
. She threw them on the ground, grabbed two more sheets, covered herself with her hands, and walked out.
Before my wife even came out of the bathroom, Beike's wife and I had already finished cleaning up. Seeing her
unhappy face, I knew she was frustrated because she hadn't been sexually satisfied. My
hopes for a fun-filled evening were dashed because of her frustration. When Beike suggested we each sleep with our own wives
, I agreed.
They went back to my son's room, and my wife and I lay down again. My mind was too excited to sleep
. Recalling the exciting and stimulating scene from earlier, my penis started to get aroused again. Fortunately,
my wife, who never usually performs well, was in good shape. When I once again inserted my erect penis into
her vagina, which still smelled of semen, she quickly reached another orgasm. I, on the other hand, was being
straddled by my wife, and her skillful manipulation brought me to orgasm as well.
The next morning, just after 5 a.m., I woke up, something I usually never do. Perhaps my
excitement woke my wife too. We had agreed that I would take some photos later
to , but when I gently pushed open their door, they were still fast asleep. To let them sleep a little longer,
I quietly retreated.
It wasn't until after 6 a.m. that I heard noises outside. When I came out to greet them, they
were already dressed and told us they were leaving soon. Seeing his wife's unhappy face
, I knew the problem lay with her. Although I wanted to persuade them to stay, I kept quiet.
Despite a slight annoyance, I still accompanied them to breakfast before seeing them off.
Back home, my tired body was still controlled by my excited mind. My wife and I
embraced naked once again, both reaching an unprecedented fourth orgasm. After a short rest, we both
rushed off to work, exhausted.
Around 11:00 AM, Beike called again, asking me to come to Tunxi alone so we could both "
play" with his wife. Little did he know, my body, already completely drained, was
utterly exhausted and had no energy left for sex. I made a rather clumsy excuse to politely decline. And so, our
first time together ended. Occasionally, we'd bump into each other on QQ, exchanging only a few simple greetings
, and then I never saw him online again.
This was my first successful swapping experience. Although it was only a brief encounter, I was still
grateful for their sincerity. Shortly after losing contact with them, I reflected on the experience. Heart-pounding? Excitement?
Reality? A mix of feelings, but regardless, it all happened. The bittersweet experiences
are part life. I'm writing this down to record an unforgettable past, perhaps to forget,
perhaps to reflect, perhaps to preserve a beautiful memory, or perhaps more importantly, to prove that
I was once the most avant-garde and courageous person at the forefront of society.

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