A piece of *** history

(I) My wife's due date is only two months away, but my work is becoming increasingly demanding, requiring frequent travel across the country. I don't have much time to spend with her, and I feel deeply guilty. When I'm away on business, local friends inevitably try to "show their hospitality," but out of personal habit, I politely decline each time. After saying goodbye to the hustle and bustle of the city at dusk and seeing off my chattering friends, the Shenzhen midnight is exceptionally quiet. Lying alone in my hotel bed, I think of my wife, who is thousands of miles away. Scenes from our shared past, buried deep in our memories, float through my mind. My wife and I have been married for three years. Actually, since our parents live in other cities, we started living together shortly after we met. From my single dormitory to hers, we've always lived a nomadic life, often leaving each other's warm bodies in the middle of the night because our roommates weren't very cooperative. Perhaps it's precisely because we didn't have enough time and opportunity to enjoy sex that we cherished our time together all the more—seizing every opportunity to make love. After more than two years of this, our financial situation began to improve, so we decided to get married. The first thing we needed to do was rent a place. Our requirements weren't high: an apartment building with our own kitchen and bathroom. Lin was my classmate, a native of this large northern city. His family owned a well-off two-bedroom apartment, simply furnished. When I told him about my plans, he gave me the keys at a very low price, practically renting it out, stating that I could live there until he needed it for his wedding (he was an only child, and his parents owned an even larger house). What followed was typical for most people: buying furniture and appliances, decorating the new house, arranging the wedding banquet, premarital checkups, and getting the marriage certificate. After two or three months of busy work, my wife and I finally became a legally married couple, moving into a home that, while not entirely our own, was warm and cozy enough. We could sleep soundly together every day, enjoying sex anytime without worrying about someone knocking on the door in the middle of the night. However, as time passed, our happiness slowly faded. We had enough time and resources, but our desires diminished. Gradually, we started using the internet. My wife would usually sit in front of the computer after dinner every night, chatting with friends in the virtual world, while I would rewatch TV channels over and over again. I can't remember which night it was, but we were making love in bed, which wasn't happening very often anymore, when the phone rang. It was a strange man calling, and I hung up, thinking it was a wrong number. But less than a minute later, he called again, and this time my wife answered. She and the other person said something ambiguous on the phone, and then she told me that it was one of her online friends, from out of town, who wanted to hear us making love. I was furious. I refused and scolded my wife, and the desire I had felt half a minute earlier vanished. My wife, understandingly and boredly, went to sleep, while I remained immersed in the emotions from before, unable to fall asleep. My mind replayed the image of a man listening to us make love while masturbating, even imagining that this man would eventually join us. As I thought about it, my anger suddenly turned into a vague excitement.
By the dim light, I gazed at my sleeping wife's still beautiful face. Slowly, I lifted the blanket slightly.
Her round, firm breasts and graceful figure remained alluring, her fair skin as smooth as tofu. Then, she
rolled over, her back to me. Her soft, plump buttocks pushed up the thin blanket, creating a small hill. I placed my hand on it
, my touch evolving into a gentle caress. The warm, moist warmth emanating from her buttocks reminded me of our recently interrupted intimacy
.
My movements woke her, and she obediently arched her back slightly. My hand easily
traced her vulva and anus. She liked this position; she said it gave her a feeling of being seduced and
a slightly wild quality. The moment I replaced my fingers with my penis and inserted it from behind, her soft, short moans
transformed into a long, satisfied "Aww!"
(I'm not good at describing sex, and since most people's sex is the same process anyway,
I won't waste words here.)
After cleaning up the battlefield and lying back in bed, we both felt that this was the most enjoyable time we'd had in a long time. I said it might be because I'd rested well these past few days. Actually, I knew in my heart that this
probably wasn't the most important reason, because during sex, I often had an
image of a strange man having sex with my wife in my mind, and every time this image flashed through my mind, I would become extremely excited, even uncontrollably
wanting to ejaculate. Like a burning fire, each appearance of that image was like adding fuel to the fire.
I didn't tell my wife about this feeling because I thought it might be perverted and depraved. However,
after that time, I seemed to have regained my lost passion, and the frequency and quality of our sex life significantly improved
. I knew that the non-existent stranger had helped us.
Time passed, spring turned to autumn, and in the past six months, I unintentionally came across ***'s works,
and became completely obsessed with them, becoming addicted to ***-related articles and websites. My wife discovered my "hobby"
and blushed, scolding me for being interested in such things. I said I was just browsing randomly and half-jokingly asked her if she'd like
to try it with other couples. She immediately said no, but a while later added that it was all fake
and no one would do that in real life.
That informal conversation gave me the feeling that my wife had left a "lifeline." From then on, I
no longer hid my browsing of these websites from my wife, sometimes even dragging her along, and even discussing it with other couples.
My wife was gradually drawn in and agreed that if there were suitable couples, we could try it.
Later, we met with several couples. My wife was indifferent, but I became hesitant. After all
, I had received years of traditional education, and this kind of thing wasn't accepted by mainstream society.
"I think that guy is nice," my wife said to me one evening after meeting the husband of another couple
. It was a friend we'd known for a long time and had exchanged photos with. That night was our
first meeting. We agreed to meet separately, men and women, not together. After a polite
conversation with his wife, I went home. My wife arrived less than an hour later than me.
"We had a good chat," my wife said.
"Did you do anything?" I asked.
"Didn't we agree that nothing could happen between us?" my wife said.
"I mean, was there any physical contact?" I said. My wife smiled shyly, lowered her head, and whispered, "
He touched me in the taxi."
It turned out that my wife had been driven home by that husband. In the back seat of the taxi, the husband had touched my wife's
breasts and buttocks. When he tried to touch her vagina, she refused, afraid his hands weren't clean.
"Did you touch him?" I asked.
"I touched him there," my wife answered.
"Where?" I asked. "
His penis." My wife buried her face in my chest. This was only the second man's penis she had touched in over 20 years
.
"It was quite big, and it was already wet," my wife said in an almost inaudible voice. At that moment, my heart
was pounding in my throat.
"How did things go?" my wife asked me after a while. I told her exactly what had happened, that we were very proper and
that the woman was very quiet.
That night, we made love passionately in bed.
A few days later, we met at a coffee shop as agreed. The coffee shop was very close to a five-star hotel nearby
. We agreed that if everyone agreed on this meeting, we would actually have sex, and
neither of us wanted to arrange our first time in an undesirable place.
That day, both wives dressed up carefully. Compared to their radiant wives, the two husbands
were the kind of people who would be easily lost in a crowd. As a result, when we walked through the hotel lobby, we received many
strange looks (perhaps because we felt guilty).
(II)
The conditions of a five-star hotel in a northern city are at most equivalent to a four-star hotel in the south, especially in Guangdong. The room
was small , and it felt a bit crowded for four people. Since it was our first time, we were all a little at a loss at the crucial moment
, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward. To ease the atmosphere, we decided to use a method we had seen online: playing cards and taking off
our clothes. The other couple even went out to buy a deck of cards.
Out of consideration for the women, we husbands deliberately lost the first two or three rounds, each of us
stripping down to almost nothing. Later, the two women took turns losing, then awkwardly undressed.
When it was my wife's turn to lose and take off her bra, the atmosphere was much more natural than at the beginning. Since
it was the first time she had to remove almost her last shred of modesty in front of another man, my wife suggested going to the bathroom to
undress and wrapping herself in a towel before coming out, and we agreed.
When my wife came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a not-so-wide towel, her fair,
delicate skin and graceful body were even more alluring than when she was only wearing underwear. At this point, there was no
need to continue the next round of poker; the other husband's penis was already hard, and
some clear fluid was faintly leaking from the urethral opening of his bright red penis.
"Look at you, so cowardly," the other wife playfully slapped her husband lightly.
"Look at her, you should relax a bit and take it off!" the other husband said to his wife.
“Then I need to go to the restroom to undress too.” With that, the wife stood up and walked towards the restroom.
After she went in, I exchanged a glance with the husband and followed her in, understanding the unspoken message.
The restroom door wasn't locked. Pushing it open, I found the wife hadn't undressed; instead, she was staring
blankly at the mirror, seemingly knowing I'd come. She didn't show surprise, just a faint, bitter smile. I
asked her if she didn't want to, and she said not entirely, but she felt it was somewhat degrading, yet she wanted to try
it; she was conflicted. To be honest, at that moment, I felt the same way, on the verge of giving up
.
“Are you counting money in there?” Actually, talking about sex is easy, but putting it into practice
requires so much more than just courage. Looking back now, if it weren't for the husband's teasing
remark outside, I think I might have really given up.
I can't recall what the husband said next, but the wife, upon hearing it, slowly extended her hand to
me: "Help me untie this." As I removed her bra, I noticed goosebumps rising on her skin.
When I reached for her panties, she not only didn't stop me, but also pulled down my panties as well.
In the actual practice of sex, the act of both partners removing their last piece of clothing might be
more important than the subsequent intercourse—being truly naked brings a sense of liberation; all morality and tradition
are thrown aside along with the clothes.
At that moment, the bathroom door opened, revealing the wife wrapped in a towel and
the other woman's husband, completely naked. Seeing this, the wife blushed. Then, the other woman's husband seized the opportunity to untie
my wife's towel, revealing her full breasts to everyone.
"Your wife has a really nice figure," said the other woman. Compared to my wife's breasts,
the other woman's breasts were indeed smaller.
Immediately afterward, the other man's husband buried his head in my wife's chest,
repeatedly rubbing her breasts with his face, lips, and nose. My wife glanced at me helplessly and then closed her eyes.
I took the other man's wife's hand and led her out of the restroom. As we walked past them, my wife let out a groan
. How familiar that groan was. In the past, this groan belonged only to me, but now, right before my eyes,
being played with by another man, my wife's groan sounded more like a cry for help.
At that moment, the distance between us could be measured in millimeters; I could even
feel his pubic hair prickling my skin as I walked past the husband.
My wife's groan came from the other man's teasing of her nipples. He was sucking on one nipple,
twisting , and pulling at my wife's underwear with his other hand. At that moment, I suddenly thought of many
stories I'd heard about husbands risking their lives to protect their wives from other men's abuse. And I, or rather, we,
were going to great lengths to offer our wives to other men, even "enjoying" it from the sidelines. It was truly perverted;
scoundrels were a thousand times worse than us.
However, there was no turning back now. With things as they were, I had no choice but to grit my teeth and continue. Amidst my wife's
increasingly intense moans, I went to the bed with the other man's wife.
She pulled back the covers, crawled in, and covered her head. I think her psychological pressure at that moment
was probably no less than mine. In the bathroom, my wife and the other man's husband had already closed the door, and the sound of running water
could be heard from inside.
Only the two of us remained in the room. I lifted the covers and crawled in, carefully caressing the other man's wife
. She slowly went from instinctively flinching to gradually cooperating. But my mind wasn't on the bed at that moment
; it was in the bathroom.
“Let’s have fun and ignore them.” The other woman’s wife seemed to sense my thoughts, or perhaps she
was saying it to herself as well. She sat up on the bed, smoothed her hair with her hand, and buried her head between my legs. Due to
the immense psychological pressure, my penis was still soft, but under her caresses, it slowly began to harden. My hand gently stroked the wife’s buttocks, slowly approaching her vulva. Her labia majora were small, and I could easily feel them.
The vaginal opening was dry and looked very clean.
At that moment, the bathroom door opened, and the other woman's husband came out first, glancing at us and smiling as
a greeting. My wife followed, wrapped in a towel. I didn't dare look at her expression, so I looked
at the other woman instead.
Out of the corner of my eye, the husband removed my wife's towel, then laid her down on the bed. He climbed
on top of her, lingering briefly on her chest before straddling her legs. My wife's moans
resumed.
Feeling somewhat neglected by the woman beside me, I moved her buttocks closer, intending to give her oral sex. Suddenly,
she spat out my penis, turned around, and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, there won't be anything else
. We haven't had sex for over two weeks."
Her genitals were smooth, her pubic hair freshly shaved. It was clear this woman had
carefully prepared for this exchange, because during our previous online conversations, I had mentioned that I didn't like women with excessive pubic hair
.
She turned back and continued giving me oral sex. I buried my face between her legs, and we became a standard 69.
After a while, the woman started making "ooh" sounds, and finally couldn't hold back any longer and spat out my
penis, moaning ecstatically. Her fluids were also flowing into my mouth.
When my face left the woman's buttocks, my wife and the other man's husband were also in a 69
position next to us, with my wife on top. From my angle, I could clearly see my wife licking the man's glans with her tongue
, while the man was licking my wife's anus. The man's skin was darker, while my wife's was very fair.
The two of them looked like two worms intertwined.
The other man's wife didn't seem to "appreciate" the scene around her. After helping me put on a condom, she squatted
on my penis, guided it to her vaginal opening with her hand, and gently sat down. Most of my penis was inserted into
her vagina, and then she began to move up and down, closing her eyes and moaning softly.
After playing in this position for a while, I pinned her down, leaned close to her ear, and asked her
how my penis felt. She said it felt good, and the head was especially big.
Over there, the foreplay wasn't over yet; they had just switched positions. My wife was touching
the man's anus with her hand while sucking on his penis. I had just thrust a few times into that wife when
my wife and the other woman's husband started getting down to business. The husband spread my wife's legs and slowly pushed his penis
in. His penis was indeed very big; the head wasn't very big, but it was longer than mine, and at least a third of it was still
outside after it went in.
At this point, the whole room was filled with the moans of the two wives, rising and falling.
(III)
My wife's moans were in a "whoosh" tone, while the other woman's were "hmm" sounds.
Compared to her, my wife's moans were louder. Later, almost the entire room was filled with her moans and
the "slap slap" sounds of flesh colliding. I think if there were people in the next room or in the hallway, they would definitely hear it
clearly .
I was a little scared at the time and wanted to remind them to be quieter, but I didn't want to disturb their fun.
Seeing how carefree they were, I felt I was being overly cautious, so I let them be.
Meanwhile, beneath me, the other man's wife was already aroused, thrusting her hips to meet my thrusts,
her hands kneading her small breasts, a strand of hair falling across her face, the end framing her half-open mouth.
After a while, she opened her eyes and told me she couldn't reach orgasm in this position. She then
"released" my penis from her vagina, rolled over, knelt on the bed, her buttocks raised, her head and
one arm propped on the pillow. I entered her from behind, holding her buttocks with both hands. This position is less strenuous for men, but I rarely do it because it's incredibly stimulating; I might ejaculate
after only a few thrusts .
Sure enough, after only a dozen or so thrusts, I couldn't control myself. She noticed my reaction and
kept shouting, "Don't ejaculate! Don't ejaculate! Wait a minute..." Her other hand started stroking her clitoris, but
I couldn't control myself anymore. After a few hard thrusts, I ejaculated.
The other man's wife certainly didn't want the sex to end without an orgasm, so she tried her best to stimulate herself while I ejaculated
, increasing the force and frequency of her hand movements. But my uncooperative penis couldn't
stop itself from going limp, and after a dozen more thrusts, it was "squeezed" out by her increasingly tight vagina.
The owner of the vagina reluctantly gave up.
For any man, not being able to bring the woman he's having sex with to orgasm is a failure, no matter
who that woman is.
"I'm sorry," I said, filled with guilt.
"It's okay, it's not your fault. You did a great job. I rarely have orgasms." I don't know if
she was telling the truth or just trying to comfort me.
I turned my head to the other bed, where my wife and the other man's husband had switched to the woman-on-top position
. My wife was fully enjoying the man's penis, taking a deep breath after each moan. I knew
she was completely absorbed.
The man was physically strong and skilled with women. He first lay there, caressing
the woman's large breasts as she swayed on top of him, then arched his back, rubbing his mouth against her nipples. Each time this
happened, my wife's moans would intensify. Watching this scene I had fantasized about so many times, I
felt no excitement whatsoever, only extreme disappointment. I just wanted them to finish quickly, and even considered
pulling my wife off the man.
"Help me touch it!" The other man's wife looked at me pleadingly, her face flushed.
One hand continued to caress her genitals, while the other began to touch my penis. To be honest, I was in no mood
to pay attention to her at that point, but due to her request, I could only help her masturbate.
After a while, she seemed to notice my indifference, stood up, and went straight into the bathroom. Meanwhile, on the bed, my
wife was already being penetrated by the other woman's husband.
(Later, my wife told me that the husband had actually ejaculated while they were performing oral sex in the bathroom
, but his penis hadn't gone soft. A few months later, during a chat with friends, someone mentioned the benefits of using Viagra.)
One of the things is that his penis can remain erect for a long time after ejaculation; we don't know if the husband had
made any "preparations" beforehand.
Getting back to the point, the scene in the room had changed to me lying alone on the bed watching them have sex, which felt
a little awkward. The other husband glanced at me, smiled amicably, and then defiantly looked
away , continuing to concentrate on his "work."
Almost at the same time the other husband's gaze left me, my wife raised her head and began to look
at me. She seemed a little surprised that I was now alone, and I could tell that she wasn't as
excited as before; she was no longer moaning, but simply responding to the man's thrusts from behind.
I watched for a few moments, then went over and sat down in front of my wife. She was covered in sweat. I helped her gather
the hair that was hanging in front of her eyes, but because her body was swaying back and forth with the man's movements, my efforts
were almost ineffective; the strands of hair hanging in front of her eyes were still swaying.
“Let’s play with your sister-in-law together, let her have some real pleasure.” At this moment, the other man’s husband, while
mechanically thrusting behind my wife, asked for my opinion. I hesitated for a moment; my mind
was already in a daze, and I hadn’t fully understood what he was saying. At this moment, my wife had already
taken my penis into her mouth.
If there had been a camera at this moment, it would definitely have been a classic scene—my wife with my penis in her mouth, and another
man fucking her hard from behind. At that moment, all three of us were somewhat stimulated by the scene. My penis began
to get hard, and my wife made a sound similar to a sob from her mouth while holding my penis.
The man fucking my wife from behind also increased the frequency of his movements and let out bursts of low growls; he also ejaculated.
When the man collapsed onto my wife’s back, judging from my wife’s expression, I knew she
hadn’t had an orgasm. Later, when my wife talked to me, she confirmed this. She said that she
felt like she had an orgasm that day, but then somehow it disappeared. Her thoughts were similar to mine; she felt bored and just wanted it
to end as soon as possible.
As the other man's husband left my wife's body, my penis, which had been half-erect, returned to complete limpness
. My wife released my penis from her mouth, turned over, and fell into the other man's arms.
Only then did I remember there was another woman in the bathroom.
Pushing open the door, I saw the other man's wife had finished washing and was drying herself. Seeing me enter, she
handed me a towel: "Help me dry my back." She then turned her back to me.
Sometimes, women are truly unpredictable, especially in such a specific situation. I felt
that only the man she loved would have this opportunity, but now it was my turn—a
sexual partner who hadn't even brought her to orgasm. However, this task allowed me to see this
woman I had just made love to more closely for the first time.
Her skin was as delicate as my wife's, she was slender, her not-so-full breasts seemed large enough on her body
, her buttocks were pert, her legs were shapely and straight, and she had a very attractive and refined face.
To be honest, I could only recall some outlines of the woman. If I didn't look at a photo,
I wouldn't recognize her even if I walked down the street.
After I finished wiping her down, she asked if I wanted to wash up. I said no, I'd go home and wash up. At that moment, all I wanted to
do was get out of there as quickly as possible.
Outside, my wife was already dressed, while the other woman's husband had gotten into bed, lit a cigarette, and
chatted idly with my wife. When he saw my wife and me come out, he politely said, "Your wife
said she wants to go home. I was hoping we could have dinner together."
I said, "Thank you, no need. Let's have dinner together another time if we have the chance." After exchanging a few pleasantries, I
put our share of the room fee on the table, said goodbye to the only couple we had ever exchanged rooms with,
and left the hotel with my wife.
(IV)
If I remember correctly, my wife and I didn't say a word on the way home from the hotel. I
wanted to say something, but I couldn't find the words. At a red light, I glanced at my wife; her face was turned towards the window
. When we parked, my wife told me to go upstairs first while she went to buy some things. I wanted to go with her, but she refused.
Standing under the showerhead in my own bathroom, I felt incredibly conflicted. I couldn't quite put my finger on whether it was regret or something else.
I didn't want to relive the scene from the hotel earlier; just thinking about it made my heart feel like a jumbled mess of emotions.
Just then, my phone rang. It was Lin, my classmate and the actual owner of the apartment we had stayed in. He
works as a tour guide and recently had a group going to Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand. He had a free round-trip ticket to Thailand and asked
if I'd like to join his group. I said I'd discuss it with my wife later and hung up.
When I came out of the bathroom again, my wife was already back. From the pile of things by the door, I could tell she
had gone grocery shopping. After taking off her coat, she took a blanket from the closet, flopped onto the sofa, and covered her head with it
. I asked her if she wanted me to cook dinner now, but she said she wanted to lie down for a while.
I wandered around the room for a bit, feeling bored, and then started preparing dinner. I had more free time during that period
, so my cooking skills improved significantly, and my wife especially loved my braised eggplant.
By the time I leisurely finished preparing, it was already dark. My wife was breathing evenly on the sofa
; she had fallen asleep. I didn't want to wake her, so I sat on another sofa and read, waiting for her to wake up.
The only sounds in the house were my wife's breathing and the occasional rustling of my pages, so much so that the ringing of the phone
startled and woke my wife.
"It's Lin," my wife said, handing me the phone. Lin said we absolutely had to give him an answer within three days.
I relayed Lin's good intentions to my wife again, and she said irritably, "Thailand is a paradise for men
; you should go." I said, "I've heard there are quite a few male prostitutes in Thailand; you wouldn't regret it." My wife
gave a reproachful snort and said, "You're always thinking about these things." I joked with her a few more times, and the
awkward atmosphere eased.
I suddenly remembered that my company recently asked me to go on a business trip to an important client's place, and the timing
conflicted with Lin's tour group. So I suggested that my wife go out and relax, since she was already quite familiar with Lin. My wife was happy and politely declined
, but her mind was already on Thailand.
We had some drinks at dinner, but neither of us mentioned what happened that afternoon. Lying in bed, my wife buried her head in my chest and
hugged me tightly for a while. Then, resting her head on my chest and shoulders, she sighed and said, "We agreed that what
happened today wouldn't affect our relationship."
"Of course," I said.
My wife kissed me, hugged me tightly again, and whispered, "You had your fun this afternoon, but I
didn't reach orgasm." Then she started rubbing her breasts against my chest.
While stroking her in return, I deliberately said, "I saw you enjoying yourself with that guy
, and he was pretty good at it too." My wife said, "You're so naughty!" and started licking my already
hard penis.
After my wife moaned and reached orgasm on top of me, we took a bath together. While I was
washing her genitals, my wife said that both her vaginas were swollen, which surprised me—it turned out
that the man had also fucked her anus. My wife said it was when that man was on top that she was having sex. I also recalled that for
a moment, that man almost folded my wife up, but I didn't pay much attention at the time. My wife said that man was having
sex with her anus at that time.
I had sex with my wife two or three times before, but because my penis was too big, it always hurt her a lot and
she would bleed. She was uncomfortable for several days, so I completely "gave up" it. I didn't expect that the first time we swapped partners,
another man would re-explore her.
My wife said that at the time, she thought that the man's penis was not as big as mine, so it wouldn't cause any harm when it went in, and in fact, she did feel quite comfortable at the time. My wife said that the man's penis was too long, and when he was having sex , it entered some places that
my penis couldn't reach before. It hurt a little at first, but then it got better. My wife admitted that although she didn't reach orgasm, she enjoyed it quite a bit at the time, but she didn't want to do this game again : "I think one experience is enough." I agree with my wife's idea. Indeed, some things should be tasted in moderation, and sex is no exception. Online, I've discussed the true mindset of men during sex with some like-minded individuals. Most of them actually expect to see their wives being with other men, not to use the opportunity to sleep with other women. Therefore, one experience can satisfy this sexual need for men for a considerable period. (Whether frequent sex activities are truly meaningless, I have no experience with and cannot comment on.) Despite our confidence, before actually engaging in sex, my wife and I were most worried about the psychological impact it would have on us, whether we could bear the reality, and how we would cope with each other in the future. We successfully navigated the most difficult few hours after the experience. Looking back, while wife-swapping didn't strengthen our relationship as many people claim (our relationship was already good), it certainly added some spice to our sex life and laid the foundation for my wife's later openness to sexuality. Our first and only experience with sex has been fully presented. We 've had several more threesomes since then, which I'll share later when I have time.

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