Showing his wife's nude photos to his friends

Lately, I've increasingly felt that uploading nude photos of my wife to websites no longer gives me much excitement. Either no one responds, or the responses are mostly the same and unoriginal, and those who see the photos are all strangers. Sometimes I can't imagine their reactions and expressions when they see my wife's nude photos.

I want to know how others will react when they see my young and beautiful wife's private selfies. So I started planning to show my wife's nude photos to a close friend.

My friend's name is Ming; we've known each other since childhood, and my wife was his classmate in middle school. My wife and I met through him, so showing him my wife's selfies is a way of giving back.

He's not bad-looking, but he's picky; he only likes women with good looks and qualities. He's had several setbacks in relationships over the years. Several girls of average looks admired him and hinted at their feelings, but he ignored them all, being picky and choosing, which is why he's still single.

Since most of my wife's nude photos were taken at home, and he frequently visits my house, he's familiar with the decor and furnishings. So even if the photos don't show her face or the face is blurred, he'd likely recognize her as the person in the selfies. But how can I show them to him without leaking the photos? And will he just admire them quietly, or will he tell my wife I've been uploading her nude photos everywhere?

I planned for a long time, and one day when I met Ah Ming on MSN, I started testing the waters.

"Ah Ming, I saw a set of photos online before, a woman taking private selfies in a hotel, they're pretty good, do you want to see them?" Of course, I really did have that set of pictures. "Sure! Send them to me!" Ah Ming replied on the computer screen.

"...The file is a bit large, I'll send you a few first, see if you like them?" After typing this, I uploaded six pictures, one of which was of my wife.

The photo was taken on the bed at home. My wife was kneeling on the bed, wearing only a red sheer panty and a shirt, but the shirt was all unbuttoned, barely covering her nipples, her fair breasts exposed between the fabric panels. Her face wasn't visible, and the background was just a white wall, but I didn't cover the pattern on the bedsheets or the necklace around my wife's neck, leaving clues for Ah Ming to discover.

After a while, I saw Ah Ming's reply online: "There's one that doesn't seem to be the same person, and it looks like it was taken at home."

"Really? Did you send the wrong one? Let me see." I pretended to look through the messages, and after a while, I said to Ah Ming, "Hmm… there is one that was sent by mistake, you can delete it. Do you like the photo taken at the hotel? If you like it, I'll send it to you. But there are over thirty pictures, it'll take a while." "Okay! That one is beautiful, send it to me! Thank you!" Ah Ming said.

After a while, when all the photos were sent to Ah Ming, he didn't mention my wife's photo again. To get his attention, I deliberately said, "Have you seen those pictures? That woman has a really beautiful figure, and the photos are very aesthetically pleasing." "I'm looking at them now, they're really hot!" Ah Ming said.

"Did you delete the photo that was sent by mistake?" If that's the case... Ah Ming didn't even notice the problem with that photo, then he wouldn't have the privilege of seeing more of his wife's selfies. "That photo hasn't been deleted yet, and it's quite good." Ah Ming said. Before I could respond, I saw the screen display: "Is there a problem? Why are you so insistent that I delete this photo?"

"Nothing special, it's just a photo of a netizen's wife. It wouldn't be good for it to be leaked to you, so I asked you to delete it." I said. "Really? A married woman's selfies, are there any more?" Ah Ming said. Haha, it seems Ah Ming is quite the lecher. I said, "Yes, there are, but they can't be leaked."

"It's okay! If I don't say anything, and you don't say anything, no one will know. Otherwise, I'll come to your house this weekend to see them, then they won't be leaked." Ah Ming said. "...That's not a good idea, I promised that person I'd only keep them for myself." I said. “Please! If you don’t show me, I’ll report to Ah-Xin (my wife) that you have nude photos of other men’s wives on your computer.” Ah-Ming actually threatened me. “Okay! But I only have this one set of photos. You have to keep it a secret after you see it, and you can’t take the photos.” I pretended to be threatened.

After a long period of “training,” my wife actually agreed that I could upload her nude photos with her face covered to one of the forum websites to share with others. She not only reads the netizens’ responses, but sometimes she even takes photos that netizens want to see at their request. She also watches other people’s self-taken videos and nude photos with me, so how could I be afraid of Ah-Ming’s threats?

On Saturday afternoon, when my wife and her friends went shopping, I invited Ah-Ming upstairs. When he came in and saw that Ah-Xin wasn’t there, he went to my study and said he wanted to see that set of photos. Before Ah-Ming arrived, I had actually hidden the other photos, only keeping the set of photos of my wife wearing a shirt and red sheer underwear on the computer.

Furthermore, a photo of my wife and me was placed in the living room. In the photo, my wife was wearing the necklace from the selfie series. The red sheer panties she wore in the photo had just been removed by my wife, and there was still a faint scent of her perfume on them. I retrieved the panties from the laundry basket in the bathroom and placed them on the top shelf, hoping that Ah Ming could deduce from these clues that the person in the photo was my wife.

That series of photos had more than ten pictures, starting with my wife wearing a shirt and panties, and progressing to her unbuttoning her shirt, removing her panties, until she was completely naked on the bed. However, none of the photos showed her nipples or vulva, because I didn't want Ah Ming to see all of my wife's parts at once; I wanted to maintain a sense of mystery and make a deeper impression on him. I stood beside Ah Ming, watching him examine each photo one by one, especially the later ones where my wife was more undressed; he looked at them more and more carefully.

Seeing my wife on the screen was like her taking off her clothes piece by piece in front of Ah Ming and me. Even I, who had seen my wife's body countless times, couldn't help but get an erection. How much more so Ah Ming, who was seeing my wife for the first time? I could already see his crotch bulging.

"Sorry, although I've seen a lot of porn, this is the first time I've seen a selfie of someone else's wife, and such a beautiful one at that! Just thinking about how she's usually such a conservative and quiet wife, and now she's taking off her clothes in front of me, makes me so excited," Ah Ming said, staring at the screen.

Now I finally understood how other people react when they see a selfie of their wife, especially since this person was a close friend of mine and my wife's. The thrill was completely different from showing a photo to a stranger online. As I looked at the photo and Ah Ming's expression, I imagined my wife lying in front of us, my penis already hard and throbbing.

I went into the bathroom, deliberately adjusting my wife's underwear in the laundry basket to make it more visible before coming out. Below were a few of Ah Xin's everyday clothes and bras that were waiting to be washed. Ah Ming was already waiting outside the bathroom door. I sat in the living room, wanting Ah Ming to realize the person in the photo was my wife, but also worried about his reaction.

It felt like an eternity before Ah Ming finally came out of the bathroom. I knew exactly what he was up to in there…

I was afraid my expression would give me away, so I sat on the sofa. “Can I look at those photos again?” Ah Ming asked. “You just looked at them, do you want to look at them again?” I said. “Yeah, just one look is enough.” “Hurry up, Ah Xin will be back soon.” I said to Ah Ming, who had already gone into the study.

As soon as Ah Ming went into the study, I ran to the bathroom door. The underwear in the laundry basket had obviously been moved and was wet and wrinkled. It seemed Ah Ming had noticed…

I sat back on the sofa, and after a while, Ah Ming poked his head out of the study and said to me, “Ah Wei, are there any other photos?” “No! That person only gave me these.” I said. “Ah Xin… she really didn’t take any others?” Ah Ming said. “No, everyone said Ah Xin only has this set…” Before I could finish, Ah Ming interrupted, “Oh! Ah Xin only has this set of photos? So that person really is Ah Xin!”

I didn’t know how to react at the time. After thinking about it carefully, I realized that I had just fallen into Ah Ming’s trap. After calming down, I said, "No, no, that person wasn't Ah Xin. I only followed your words because you suddenly mentioned Ah Xin's name." "Then why are these underwear in the bathroom exactly the same as the woman's in the photo?" Ah Ming said, taking out Ah Xin's red underwear.

"Well...well...I bought those underwear for Ah-Xin after I saw that issue and thought they were really pretty." I had already anticipated Ah-Ming's question, so I recited the lines I had prepared in a trembling voice. "Don't deny it, that person is Ah-Xin. If you don't admit it, I'll just ask Ah-Xin if she took these photos." Ah-Ming said.

"No, no. That...that...it's...Ah-Xin. I accidentally sent you the wrong photos last time. You...don't tell her." I said, pretending to be panicked, but actually I was overjoyed. "I don't have to tell her, but is there anything else?" Ah-Ming actually threatened me.

"Really, there isn't. That was the first time I took them. I was just organizing the photos a few days ago, and I accidentally sent them to you by mistake. Remember not to tell Ah-Xin." I managed to say it with great difficulty, holding back my laughter. Amin lowered his head and thought for a while, then, as I had anticipated, said, "Then send me more backups of these photos, and I won't tell Axin."

"That won't do. You're threatening me now. If I give you the photos, how will I know how you'll blackmail us? If you want to tell, just tell my wife. At most, we'll lose a friend. Besides, none of the photos show the most important parts. My wife might be angry, but I don't think it's something unforgivable." Luckily, I had already thought of what to say, otherwise I might have really given in.

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood." Amin looked guilty. "Forget it, it's still my fault for accidentally showing you those photos. Remember to keep it a secret, otherwise Axin will definitely not let me take any more." I said. "Huh? You're still planning to take more?" Amin asked. "I promise I'll look secretly and keep it a secret!"

"Of course! If you don't take photos when you're young, are you going to wait until you're old?" I said confidently. "You're so lucky! You get to see such a beautiful girl like Ah Xin every day and take such beautiful photos of her. I wish I had a girlfriend." "Actually, you're quite attractive, but your standards are too high, so you think every girl is bad. No one in this world is perfect. Find a girlfriend soon, then you can be like me. Haha..."

"Sigh! I really hope I find a girlfriend soon. I want to take some selfies like you." Ah Ming said. "Then we can exchange photos. You just saw my wife's photos; I'll have to look at your girlfriend and wife's selfies from now on." After talking to Ah Ming for so long, I finally got this opportunity and naturally said what I wanted to say.

Amin stared at me in surprise, so I continued, "You're not planning to stop me from seeing them, are you? You've already seen Axin's selfies. But if your girlfriend doesn't let you take them, I won't force you. Hehe." Amin lowered his head and thought for a while, then said, "Okay, then it's just for looking, and besides, I don't even know when I'll have a girlfriend." "

Then you'll have to work harder. If you have photos, I'll exchange them with Axin's photos, that way you'll have the motivation to meet a girlfriend." "You saying that makes me want to see those photos again. Just thinking about Axin makes my little brother hard." Amin went back into the study before I could reply.

I had to say that my wife would be back soon to get him to leave. Not long after Amin left, my wife returned. I was in the study looking at the photos I had just shown Amin.

My wife came into the study, frowned, and said to me, "Don't you get tired of looking at these photos all day?" "Of course not, honey, you never get tired of looking at them. That's what all the netizens say. They not only say you never get tired of looking at them, but you never get tired of doing them." "My wife slapped me and said, 'I don't know why I agreed to let you put the photos online. Now I feel like a slut.'

'Not a slut, you're just a slightly lustful married woman…' I said, jumping up and hugging her tightly. I held her slender waist with both hands, my lips already pressed against hers. As she struggled and shrank back, I slipped my hands under her t-shirt, grabbing her breasts through her bra. Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm and bouncy—my favorite bell shape—and very elastic, feeling really good to touch.

After rubbing them for a while, I pushed her bra up, directly grabbing the two smooth, heavy mounds of flesh. I felt those two small nipples slowly harden in my palms.

When I looked at the old…" After my wife's initial struggle turned into cooperation, I removed her top and hugged her from behind, continuing to fondle her breasts with both hands. I enjoyed playing with my wife's breasts in this position because I could admire from above how my hands were kneading her firm breasts. Sometimes I would squeeze her breasts together, creating a deep and long cleavage; other times I would pull on her nipples, making her breasts sway from side to side.

My wife reached behind her and wrapped her arms around my neck, her whole body leaning against me. I freed one hand and moved to my wife's lower body, first unbuttoning her pants and letting them fall to the ground along her smooth legs, revealing... A pair of long, snow-white legs, and a white embroidered lace panty at the base of her thighs. My hand slipped inside the thin panty, gently stirring the pubic hair. A few fingers lingered there for a moment before moving downwards.

When my fingertip touched a small bud, whether from excitement or the pain of dryness, my wife trembled slightly in my arms. I gently swirled the bud, knowing that after a while, her vagina would soon be overflowing with lustful fluids.

My fingers moved towards her vulva, which was indeed already full of fluids. I really wanted to slide my fingers inside her vagina. However, I wanted to whet my wife's appetite first, so I rubbed my middle finger back and forth between her vulva and clitoris. My excited wife even raised her right leg and placed it on the chair in front of the computer, making it easier for me to reach deeper into her vulva.

My wife had already released her grip on my neck; she grabbed her swaying breast with one hand and slipped the other into my pants, stroking my penis up and down. I released her breast and pulled down my pants, giving my slightly aching penis more room. This also allowed my wife's hand to quickly and freely stroke my penis without any obstruction.

"Mmm...husband, I want...I want..." My wife had already pulled her panties aside, revealing her wet vulva.

I was still excited watching Ah Ming ogling my wife's nude photos, his eyes shining as he stared at the screen. So, unlike me, who usually teases my wife, I obediently thrust into her from behind. From behind, I saw my wife's hands pressed against the table, being pushed against the computer screen by me. Seeing her long hair disheveled from my ministrations, I suddenly thought of playing her nude photos. So, I freed my hand from her waist and instructed the computer to play the pictures.

"Wife, look up at your own photos. Netizens look at these photos of you day and night," I said. My wife just looked up at the photos without responding, so I continued, "It's this one. Brother A said he wants to lick your red, wet vulva! Do you want him to lick you?" "No, I only want my husband to lick me."

"You don't want that?" "But your pussy is so tight right now, are you thinking about another man licking your pussy?" "No...no...um...faster...husband...faster..." "If you don't admit it, I'll have to take it slow and give you more time to think it through." I slowed down my thrusting, but increased the amplitude of my back-and-forth movements. I know my wife can't stand me doing this to her, because she says it's very tantalizing. "You...again, ah...I shouldn't have...told you. It's so uncomfortable, don't do this anymore...um...faster...oh..."

"Then tell me quickly which one you want to lick your pussy?" "You say...which one...that one..." "I'll have your friend Ah Ming lick your pussy, and then use his little brother to fuck you." I said. "Okay...oh! Ah Ming...fuck me! And he...harder...harder." "My wife said.

Actually, we've both fantasized about our friends more than once, and even about our relatives and siblings. These wildly imaginative sexual fantasies can increase the excitement and fun of sex, so my wife is happy to play along.

I pretended to be Ah Ming's usual tone and said, 'Ah Xin, I've wanted to sleep with you since we were in school, and I never thought I'd actually get to do it.' 'Since...you've been waiting...for...so long...come on...come on...do...me...ah!'"

We made love in the study, talking lewdly. About ten minutes later, I ejaculated all my semen into my wife's vagina, and then we both lay limply on the floor to rest. My wife went to the bathroom to clean up first, but as soon as she entered, I heard her cry out, "Ah~ Honey~ You...you used my underwear to masturbate? It's so dirty!" "I didn't!" I said, feigning ignorance.

"...Then why are my underwear wet? And why do they smell a bit like...semen? It's obvious you dirtied them and then washed them with water." I walked to the bathroom door and saw my wife holding up her underwear. I lowered my head and pretended to think for a moment, then said to my wife, "It really wasn't me. Why are my underwear wet? Could it be...?" "Could it be, could it be what? Are you a pervert?!" my wife said, hands on her hips.

I looked up, puzzled, and said, "Are you sure the original underwear wasn't wet and that it was in the laundry basket?" "I'm sure I just took it off and put it in the laundry basket this morning, how could I be wrong?" my wife said. I looked directly at my wife, feigning a hesitant expression. Sure enough, she looked suspicious and said, "Is something wrong? You look strange." "I... I guess it's not," I said. "What do you mean, 'I guess'? Tell me quickly."

"Nothing, I don't think so," I continued, but a little nervous inside. "Tell me! What is it?" "Just now... Ah Ming came upstairs to help fix the computer because it couldn't connect to the internet. Before leaving, he stayed in the bathroom for more than ten minutes. Could it be..." I said.

"Really? Sometimes when Ah Ming comes over, I forget to bring in the clothes and underwear that are drying, but this has never happened before." Although my wife said this, I could tell she was a little suspicious. "Hmm... Oh dear!" I rushed to the computer in the study and said, "Honey, so that's what happened!" "What is it?" My wife followed me into the study, looking very nervous.

“I called Ah Ming over to help fix the computer, but I forgot there was a folder on the desktop labeled ‘Ah Xin’s Selfies.’ I think he’s seen the photos in there. Luckily, most of the photos were encrypted and moved elsewhere, and the remaining dozen or so don’t show any private parts.”

At this moment, I saw my wife staring at me blankly, her face pale. After a while, she scolded me, “This… what am I going to do? I’m so embarrassed! How am I supposed to face people now? You… you’re so careless, I… I… you mean the semen residue on my underwear that’s waiting to be washed is… Ah Ming’s?” “I’m sorry, I’m always very careful, it’s just that this batch hasn’t been processed yet. But in those photos, you’re only posing in some sexy ways, and you’re not showing any private parts, so just think of it as wearing a swimsuit,” I said.

I saw my wife’s face start to turn red as she said, “Of course it’s different, those poses are so… so revealing. Sigh, this… you’ve really ruined me this time!” My wife was sullen all afternoon. She watched TV for a while and then went to sleep in her room, but after a while, she came out of the living room to read magazines. In short, sitting wasn't an option, and standing wasn't an option either.

Actually, my wife had already agreed to let me upload the photos to my online friends. I thought she would only feel embarrassed knowing that Ah Ming had seen her selfies, but I didn't expect her to react so strongly. "Honey, seeing you so restless, how about I call Ah Ming and ask if he's seen them?" I said. "No! I..." "Just let me find out. If he hasn't seen them, then you don't need to worry unnecessarily," I said.

"But... what if he has?" "If he has seen them, there won't be any problem. Those photos are just a little sexy, and you often see these kinds of photos online. Besides, he only looked at them, he didn't take them, so he'll forget about them soon. It's better to ask clearly than to guess day and night," I said as I picked up the phone.

My flustered wife couldn't tell that what I was saying was somewhat ambiguous, and she didn't stop me from making the call. Ah Ming answered the phone quickly: "Hello! Ah Ming." "Hello! Ah Wei. What's up?" "Nothing, I just wanted to thank you for fixing my computer today," I said. "What did you say? I didn't fix your computer! I should be thanking you for letting me see Ah Xin's photos."

"But you seemed to take a long time to fix the computer today, unlike usual!" I said. "Huh? What happened to you today? You're acting strange." Ah Ming said. "Nothing, nothing, I was just asking." I said. "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up." "Okay, no problem." I said.

After Ah Ming hung up, I continued into the phone: "Really? You found those selfies online?" When my wife heard me say this, she grabbed my hands tightly and leaned her ear close. Afraid that my wife would hear that the other party had already hung up, I turned my head to the other side and continued: "Of course it's true."

"How could that be? How could that be Ah Xin?" I said. Hearing this, my wife covered her face and went into the bedroom. I pretended to continue the phone call in the living room, and hung up about ten minutes later. I went into the bedroom and saw my wife sitting on the bed hugging a pillow, lost in thought, not even noticing that I had come in.

"Wife." I gently patted her shoulder and said. My wife looked up at me and said, "Did he...did he really look?" I nodded and said, "I tried my best to say it was someone else, but he recognized your underwear and necklace, and even the background. But I didn't admit it myself; I just told him to keep it a secret and not to mention it to you."

"What else did he say?" my wife said. "I was so flustered just now that I forgot what he said. I only remember him saying that it's normal for couples to take these kinds of revealing photos, and he said he shouldn't have looked at them, and he kept apologizing to me, but when he found out it was your photo, he couldn't help but look. Later, he said some compliments about you, saying that your breasts are beautiful, your legs are long, and your skin is white and smooth; and that if he had known you could be this sexy, he wouldn't have introduced you to me." "Really?" my wife said, looking down.

"Finally...finally he also said that it was a pity he didn't see your private parts, and that he really wanted to see your nipples. He said your two little nipples must be very beautiful, and he really wanted to see your wet little honey pot. If you take more photos next time, remember to ask him to look together." I made it sound a little lewd, hoping to arouse my wife's desire.

My wife lightly slapped me: "You men are all so bad, all you think about is looking at other people's bodies. Next time he brings it up, tell him to find a girlfriend to look at himself. I'm your wife, how can I let him see me naked? Ugh! We're so close, it's so embarrassing, how awkward it will be when we meet again!" "Don't think about it tonight, go to sleep early, let everyone forget about it in a while!" With that, I pulled my wife into bed.

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I lay in bed, constantly thinking about what happened today, and how to continue to train my wife to make her willingly show Ah Ming her nude photos. I lay there with my hands and eyes closed, but I couldn't fall asleep for more than two hours.

My wife, who rarely gets up at night, suddenly got up and went to the bathroom in the dark. At first, I thought she had drunk too much water before bed, but after ten minutes she still hadn't returned. So I got up and went to the bathroom, and saw that the door was closed but not locked. As I approached and was about to speak, I suddenly heard my wife softly say, "Oh... don't look at me like that."

Why did my wife say that? Did she encounter a ghost, or did a thief break into the house? Completely bewildered, I curiously peered through the gap in the ventilation door under the toilet. In the mirror above the sink, I saw my wife sitting naked on the toilet, her left hand grasping her breast, her right middle finger already inside her vagina. She was so wet with vaginal fluid that even the pubic hair around her vulva was damp. It had been a long time since I'd seen my wife masturbate, and this time, being a spy, I could see it for real.

I saw her head tilted back, eyes closed, her hand constantly kneading and squeezing her breast, sometimes playing with her nipple with her index finger and thumb; the finger inside her vagina moved in and out at varying speeds, seemingly not in a hurry to reach orgasm.

"Hmm...oh...hmm...ah...hmm...oh...don't look at these pictures anymore, they're so embarrassing," my wife muttered to herself, seemingly fantasizing about someone seeing her nude photos. "No! Looking at the photos isn't enough, you have to take off my clothes too... Don't take them off anymore... Don't take off my bra... Ah... You're so naughty..."

I saw my wife pinching her nipples with her fingers and saying, "Don't suck anymore, it's itchy... Ah... Hmm... Oh... It's so itchy... Oh! Your fingers... are killing me..." Seeing this scene and hearing my wife's lewd words, I had already taken off my pants and was stroking my penis. "Stop it, hurry... Give it to me. It's so embarrassing, how can I say it out loud?"

I never imagined my wife would get so into her fantasy, even including the teasing parts. "Stop dawdling here, I can't take it anymore, hurry up... ah... um... oh... I... I want your... big penis inside my pussy. Ah! That's it." My wife said, pulling her fingers out of her vagina and then thrusting them in deeply.

"Ah... ya... ah... um... oh... so good... faster..." my wife moaned. I quickly masturbated, while my wife frantically thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy. For a moment, it seemed like we were having a competition to see who would climax first. "I... I'm about to cum... I'm about to cum... ah... um... oh... Ming... hurry... ah... fuck me!"

I suddenly heard Ming's name. Although I knew my wife sometimes fantasized about Ming fucking her, that was something we shared during sex to spice things up. Hearing her call out Ming's name while masturbating felt a little strange. While I was pondering this, my wife had already reached her climax: "Ah... Ah Ming... I'm going to... I'm going to cum... Ah... Let me taste your semen... Hmm... Oh... Hmm... Ah... Hmm... Oh..."

Watching my wife's hands withdraw from her vagina, hanging limply at her sides, softly resting on the toilet seat, her face flushed and filled with pleasure, a strange pang of jealousy welled up inside me. Ignoring everything, I pushed open the bathroom door and, still gripping my erect penis, thrust it into my wife's vagina.

"Ah! It hurts!" my wife cried out in shock, "What are you doing?" "Weren't you just saying you wanted someone to fuck you?" I said. "Then... Ah... It's so deep... Ah... Ah... Ah... Hmm... Oh..." my wife cried out. I didn't know if I was bothered or excited that my wife was thinking of Ah Ming while masturbating; all I knew was that at this moment, I just wanted to fuck my wife hard. With a few thrusts, I quickly ejaculated inside her.

I pulled my penis out and stood in front of my wife, looking at her. I stared blankly at her, lying limply on the toilet seat, panting. Then I said, "Were you thinking about Ah Ming and masturbating just now?" My wife probably realized something was off, so she sat up and looked up at me, saying, "Just now... um. But... that's because after I found out he saw my selfie, I... I thought about it all night. And then..." "And then what?" I pressed her.

"The more I thought about it, the hotter and wetter I got down there, so I couldn't help it..." my wife said. I looked down at her, unsure how to respond. Because she was like this because of me, I should actually be happy that I had successfully "trained" her, but I was also a little worried. After all, this time it wasn't a stranger, and my wife could contact Ah Ming directly. "You're tired, why don't you go to sleep first, we can talk about it tomorrow!" I said.

"Honey... are you... are you blaming me?" my wife asked, holding my hand. "...No, it's just that a lot happened today, I need to calm down and sort things out. Don't overthink it, it's late now, go to sleep early!" I said.

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That night I didn't sleep well at all, and I got up as soon as it was light.

I sat on the bed, looking at my sleeping wife beside me, wondering whether I should continue or stop. I hesitated. Was it because I didn't trust my wife? I sat there for almost half an hour. "Mmm...husband..." my wife suddenly murmured in her sleep, waking me from my reverie.

I should trust my wife! When she asked me to take nude photos and post them online, wasn't it because she trusted me? Now she's just using someone she knows as a sexual fantasy object, and I'm already suspicious? Isn't that too unfair to her? Actually, it's all just to spice things up.

After figuring this out, I felt much clearer and started thinking about how to test my wife's limits.

A little while later, my wife woke up, saw me watching her, and shyly turned away, hiding under the covers. I hugged her tightly from behind and asked, "Did you have fun last night?" My wife didn't answer, so I continued, "She looked so sullen this morning, saying she was embarrassed. But she got all wild last night."

My wife turned around and slapped me, saying, "It's all your fault, you're making fun of me." "Since you don't mind, why don't we show some more to Ah Ming, so he'll think about you every night and masturbate. Haha..." "You're asking for it! When did I say I didn't mind Ah Ming seeing them? Anyway... no more of that," my wife said.

Although my wife said that, I knew she was slowly changing. For the next two weeks, I kept saying I wanted to take a new set of photos to show Ah Ming, and my wife always refused, until yesterday, when she finally took a new set of photos for me. Today I bought a new printer, printed out the photos, put them in a photo album, and then showed them to my wife.

"Why did you print out all those photos?" my wife asked, admiring her own pictures. "Of course, I'm showing them to Ah Ming," I said. "You? Are you out of your mind? This one is so embarrassing, how could you show it to…" I interrupted my wife, "Then you can show the other photos to Ah Ming?" "Well… that's not what I meant, you'd better hide the photos." My wife said.

"Wife, stop pretending. I know you were masturbating in the bathroom again last night. Are you thinking Ah Ming will see these new photos of you?" I saw my wife looking at me in astonishment. Seeing that she didn't respond, I continued, "Do you want to see how Ah Ming looks when he sees these photos of you? I guarantee you'll be incredibly excited after you see them." "I…" my wife said, "Don't say anything more, let me make the arrangements." I replied.

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Today was the day I invited Ah Ming to come over to see my wife's self-taken nude photos. I had been reporting the situation to my wife and explaining my plan beforehand, but she had remained noncommittal, just listening silently.

She got up early this morning and was a little restless all morning. Sometimes I knew she had something to say to me, but I made sure to keep myself busy so she wouldn't have the chance. "Chirp...chirp..." The doorbell rang. I went to the front door and opened it, while my wife hid in the kitchen, startled. "Ah Wei, long time no see. Any new photos?" Ah Ming said loudly as soon as he entered. Of course, my wife, hiding in the kitchen, could hear him.

"Keep your voice down, Ah Xin is still home," I said. "Wasn't she going out today? Then...then there's nothing to see?" Ah Ming said disappointedly.

"Her date was canceled at the last minute, but we can still see the photos. Sit down first." I pretended to be mysterious: "Honey, Ah Ming is here. Can you make some snacks and drinks?" "Oh...okay!" Ah Xin responded from the kitchen. Ah Ming and I sat on the sofa watching TV. After a while, Ah Xin came out of the kitchen, put down some snacks, and sat at the other end of the sofa. Our sofa is L-shaped. Ah Ming and I sat on the long side, facing the TV, while Ah Xin sat on the other side, meaning we were now looking at Ah Xin from the side.

We chatted for a while, then I took out the photo album from behind me and said to Ah Ming, "I took some landscape photos in the countryside a while ago, do you want to see them?" "Landscape photos?" Ah Ming looked at me doubtfully and said, "No interest." "Take a look, they're really beautiful." I forcefully shoved the album into Ah Ming's hands.

Ah Ming reluctantly opened it. When he saw the first photo was of Ah Xin, he immediately held up the album to hide it from her, looking at me with a surprised expression. I gestured to Ah Ming not to speak, then said to my wife, "Honey, I printed an extra copy, do you want to see it?" "I'm not interested, I'll watch TV," Ah Xin said, turning her head to watch TV so she wouldn't see what we were doing. Of course, this was something Ah Xin and I had planned beforehand. Looking at the first photo, Ah Ming couldn't help but ask, "The same one?"

Although Ah Ming only said three words to hide what Ah Xin was saying, I understood what he meant and said, "Yes! It's the same one, especially taken like this." But why did Ah Ming ask that? Because my wife was dressed the same way in the photo as she is today—a white long-sleeved shirt and a gray skirt—sitting in the same spot she's sitting now, and I was sitting in Ah Ming's spot taking the photo that day. That means Ah Ming thought the wife in the photo and the real wife looked exactly alike.

Amin flipped to the next photo. In that photo, his wife was in the exact same pose as the previous one, except her top was off, revealing her snow-white skin and white bra. He flipped to the next photo, and this time his wife had taken off her skirt, wearing only a white lingerie set as she sat on the sofa. Now we look up and see Axin dressed neatly, but in the album we only see his wife in the same sitting position, but only in her lingerie. Was Amin excited? I didn't know, but I, who had seen this set of photos several times, was already excited.

"Amin, aren't these photos beautiful?" I asked Amin. "Those...those are absolutely gorgeous! You even managed to take photos like these," Amin said. I saw Axin's cheeks begin to flush, but Amin, absorbed in his wife's nude photos, of course didn't notice. "Quickly flip to the fourth one, this one is even more beautiful," I said to Amin. But actually, I was saying it to my wife, to let her know which one we had seen.

My wife's face flushed even more at this point, because in this photo, she had even taken off her bra, revealing her pink nipples. This was the first time Ah Ming had seen his wife's entire breasts. As for Ah Ming, he started to feel a little restless, perhaps because his lower body was aching. Turning to the next photo, my wife had changed her posture and was now facing us. So we could clearly see her two full, snow-white breasts. "Isn't the fifth photo even prettier? I love those two little nipples the most," I said, pointing to my wife's nipples.

"Yes, those little nipples look so translucent, they must taste delicious if you drink them," Ah Ming seemed to enjoy the thrill of secretly looking, even joining in my comments about my wife's body. Although our words were somewhat ambiguous, how could my wife not understand what we were saying? This was exactly what I wanted: to let my friend see my wife's nude selfies, to let my wife enjoy the thrill of being seen, and to have my body commented on in front of her.

The following photos all showed my wife posing in various sexy positions on the sofa, sometimes grabbing her breasts with both hands, sometimes reaching into her underwear. Although there were only six or seven photos, and Ah Xin never took off her underwear, we all got excited. If Ah Xin hadn't been there, I think Ah Ming would have wanted to masturbate.

Of course, I occasionally guided Ah Ming to comment on the photos, so that Ah Xin could also get involved. I saw her change her sitting position from time to time, and then she squeezed her legs tightly together; her lower body must have been overflowing with lustful fluids by then. The fourth to last photo was taken from above, showing my legs. In the photo, I was sitting on the sofa, while Ah Xin was kneeling on the floor, her pretty face looking up at the camera between my legs.

After looking at it, Ah Ming looked at me suspiciously. "Wait a minute," I said softly to Ah Ming, pretending not to let Ah Xin hear. Then I poured the tea on the floor and said, "Oh dear! I'm sorry, Ah Ming, did I get your clothes dirty?" "No, no," Ah Ming said.

"Honey, come help me mop the floor." My wife had turned around, looking surprised. Actually, she wasn't quite convincing; her cheeks were flushed and her body was trembling. But how could Ah Ming, captivated by his wife's body, notice? As planned, my wife picked up a rag and wiped up the tea on the floor, while Ah Ming held up the photo album in his hand, looking down at my wife as she mopped the floor and crawled towards him. When Ah Xin crawled to Ah Ming's legs, she looked up at him and said, "Excuse me, could you move aside?"

Ah Ming wanted to stand up, but I immediately told him, "You don't need to stand up." He was stunned for a moment, then realized my intention, so he didn't move, but simply spread his legs and raised them to let Ah Xin crawl forward. The scene was exactly the same as in the photo. Ah Xin was crawling on the floor, her buttocks raised, wiping the floor. Her loose collar revealed a large expanse of her snow-white cleavage and bra. As she crawled and wiped, her breasts and long, beautiful legs under her short skirt were faintly visible, and her white lace panties were visibly exposed. Her body trembled slightly with tension.

Ah Xin bent down to work again, and Ah Ming immediately flipped to the next photo. In the photo, Ah Xin had pulled my penis out of her pants and was licking the glans with her tongue. The next photo showed Ah Xin with my entire penis in her mouth, and the last photo, of course, showed me ejaculating all over my wife's face. "Was the last one the most interesting?" I asked Ah Ming.

Before Ah Ming could answer, Ah Xin looked up, pouted, and said, "You made a mess of everything, and instead of helping me, you were looking at photos. What's so interesting about that?" Ah Ming didn't say anything, but just stared blankly at Ah Xin for a long time without reacting. Ah Xin was a little embarrassed by his gaze, so she stood up and said, "Ah Ming, why are you staring at me like that?" Then she picked up the cup that had fallen on the floor and went into the bathroom.

Ah-Xin's words snapped Ah-Ming out of his daze. Seeing Ah-Xin go into the kitchen, he said to me, "Just now, looking at Ah-Xin's face, it was like seeing my semen splattered on her face, it was so wonderful! Can I use the bathroom?" "Of course not, if you want to masturbate, go home. I was just really aroused, I need to find Ah-Xin to release my pent-up desire." I said, pushing Ah-Ming out the door.

"How could you do this? How could I wait until we got home..." Ah-Ming protested. But of course, I ignored his protests. As

soon as I closed the door, Ah-Xin came out of the kitchen and hugged me, kissing me. We kissed as we walked to the sofa. When I pushed my wife onto the sofa, she was already completely naked. I pulled down my pants, spread my wife's legs, and saw that her pubic hair was wet and clump-like.

Seeing this, I immediately pressed my already hard penis against my wife's vaginal opening. I had planned to wet the head of my penis before penetrating, but with a little force, my penis slid into her soaking wet vagina. "Mmm...husband, it feels so good..." My wife was already moaning with pleasure before I even started moving. I adjusted my position and slowly began to thrust. "Ah...faster...I want it so bad...I was holding back...it was so hard..." my wife groaned.

"Really? Was it exciting just now? I saw how swollen Ah Ming's crotch was!" I said. "Sizzle...sizzle...oh...it's so exciting...ah...no...ah..." my wife started to stammer a little. "What did you say? I'll fuck you!" I said as I thrust my penis deep into my wife's vagina. "Ahhh...I'm going to die...come on...again...ah..." My wife was very proactive today, not only moaning loudly but also actively clenching her vagina, it felt so good!

Now we were both immersed in the pleasure of our bodies, we didn't change positions, we just used the most primitive missionary position, thrusting wildly and violently...we just monotonously repeated the same thrusting motion. But each thrust felt like injecting a unit of pleasure from my penis into my body, and soon it was so much that my body couldn't contain it all. Finally, I inserted my penis deep inside my wife, and at the same time, my semen entered her body.

We lay on the sofa, embracing each other, my slowly softening penis resting inside her warm, wet vagina. I couldn't help but ask, "How did you feel when Ah Ming looked at your nude photos?" My wife and I exchanged a glance, then she lowered her head and said, "Very shy." "Really just shy? But why did you run out of the kitchen and hug me as soon as Ah Ming left?" I said with a smile.

"Well… a little… excited." Seeing my wife's face begin to flush, with an endearing expression, I said, "Only a little? I bet you were thinking of having sex with Ah Ming right there and then!" "No, I didn't say that," my wife protested. "You didn't say that, so you were thinking about it?" I teased her. "I'm not going to say anything more, you're just teasing me."

"Why don't we call Ah Ming and see what he's doing?" "I changed the subject. My wife didn't say anything, just looked hesitant. Seeing this, I immediately picked up the phone, and after a long while, Ah Ming answered: 'Hey! Wei Ge, what's up?' 'I wanted to ask how you felt just now?' I said. 'Of course I was incredibly excited! I'm hiding downstairs at your place right now. I need to wait until my little brother goes soft before I can take a ride home, we'll talk later!' I put the phone on speakerphone so my wife could hear what Ah Ming was saying, and after hearing it, her face immediately turned as red as an apple.

'Tell me more specifically how you felt just now, if you describe it well, I might find you something to reward you,' I said. 'Ah? A reward? Then you definitely have to tell me,' Ah Ming continued. 'What happened was much more exciting than seeing Ah Xin's nude photos for the first time, and Ah Xin was sitting right in front of me. I didn't expect you to come up with this idea.'"

"Is my wife beautiful?" I noticed my wife was listening intently, looking quite ashamed. "Of course she's beautiful! I hadn't noticed before because we've known each other for so long. I didn't realize she had such a great figure. Her breasts are the perfect size, and they're the slightly perky type I love. But the most alluring thing is those two pink nipples on her snow-white breasts. A few times I really wanted to go up and pull open Ah Xin's clothes to kiss them..." Ah Ming talked for a full five minutes, commenting on every part of his wife's body, and strongly expressing his fascination with her.

"That's enough. If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known my wife was so good. Since you're so enthusiastic, I'll play you a recording of us making love." I interrupted Ah Ming. "Really? I didn't know you had that trick up your sleeve." Ah Ming said excitedly. Ah Xin looked at me blankly and in astonishment.

I leaned close to my wife's ear and said, "I didn't record it, but isn't it the same if you moan now?" "No, I don't want to do something so lewd," my wife whispered.

“Are you still talking about this now? Ah Ming has even seen you naked, and he speaks so highly of you. You wouldn’t be stingy enough to let him moan a few times, would you?” I said, reaching down to stimulate Ah Xin’s still-wet vulva. My wife didn’t stop me, letting my hand roam over her lower body. Before long, she was panting heavily. But she kept biting her lip, refusing to make a sound.

“Hey! Ah Wei, are you there? Are you recording? Why is there no sound?” Ah Ming said impatiently. “I’m here. Foreplay should be quiet, of course. To enjoy the good thing, you have to be patient.” Seeing that my wife was still biting her lip and refusing to moan, I had no choice but to endure the fishy smell of semen coming from her lower body and stick out my tongue to lick her clitoris.

“Ahhhhhh” When my tongue touched my wife’s clitoris, she finally let out her first moan. "Ah...it feels so good...husband...ah...no...no...do it there...ah...ya...ah...um...oh..." Whether it was because she was particularly embarrassed by the first sound, or because giving her oral sex was so exciting for her, after that first sound, she began to make seductive moans near the phone receiver.

On the other end of the line, heavy breathing could be heard. "Ya...husband...I...ah...ya...ah...um...oh...come on...I want...your big cock...come and fuck me...ah...ya...ah...um...oh...my...pussy...is so hot...so empty...it's so...uncomfortable...come on...ah...ya...ah...um...oh...ah..." My wife, who rarely spoke so explicitly, was unusually bold and lewd today.

I didn't know if she really wanted it, or if she was just saying it to Ah Ming, but having just ejaculated, I couldn't get hard for the time being, so I had to use my fingers instead. While sucking on her clitoris, I inserted my fingers into her vagina, making her ecstatic. Her moans grew louder and her words became increasingly explicit.

"Ah...ya...so good...ah...ya...ah...um...oh...I'm coming...ya...fuck me...ya...ah...um...oh...fuck me to death...ya...ah...um...oh..." My wife screamed a few times before climaxing, collapsing limply onto the sofa. "Hello! Ah Ming, are you there?" I picked up the receiver. Ah Ming's voice came from afar: "I'm hanging up now. My little brother is even harder now, I don't know what to do." "Ha...ha

..." Hearing Ah Ming say that, I couldn't help but laugh out loud at my wife. As for my wife, with her disheveled hair and limp body, she could only cover her blushing face with her hands.

Lately, I've increasingly felt that uploading my wife's nude photos to the website for sharing no longer gives me any greater stimulation. Because either no one responded, or the responses were mostly the same and unoriginal, and those who saw the nude photos were all strangers, I sometimes found it hard to imagine their reactions and expressions upon seeing my wife's nude photos.

I wanted to know how others would react when they saw my young and beautiful wife's private selfies. So I started planning to show my wife's nude photos to a close friend.

My friend's name is Ming, we've known each other since childhood, and my wife was his classmate in middle school. My wife and I met through him, so showing him my wife's selfies is a way of giving back.

He's not bad off, just a bit picky; he only likes women with good looks and qualities. In recent years, he's suffered several setbacks in relationships. Several girls of average looks admired him and explicitly hinted at their feelings, but he ignored them all, being picky and choosing, which is why he's still single.

Since most of my wife's nude photos were taken at home, and he frequently visits my house, he's familiar with the decor and furnishings. So even if the photos don't show her face or the face is blurred, he'd likely recognize her as the person in the selfies. But how can I show them to him without leaking the photos? And will he just admire them quietly, or will he tell my wife I've been uploading her nude photos everywhere?

I planned for a long time, and one day when I met Ah Ming on MSN, I started testing the waters.

"Ah Ming, I saw a set of photos online before, a woman taking private selfies in a hotel, they're pretty good, do you want to see them?" Of course, I really did have that set of pictures. "Sure! Send them to me!" Ah Ming replied on the computer screen.

"...The file is a bit large, I'll send you a few first, see if you like them?" After typing this, I uploaded six pictures, one of which was of my wife.

The photo was taken on the bed at home. My wife was kneeling on the bed, wearing only a red sheer panty and a shirt, but the shirt was all unbuttoned, barely covering her nipples, her fair breasts exposed between the fabric panels. Her face wasn't visible, and the background was just a white wall, but I didn't cover the pattern on the bedsheets or the necklace around my wife's neck, leaving clues for Ah Ming to discover.

After a while, I saw Ah Ming's reply online: "There's one that doesn't seem to be the same person, and it looks like it was taken at home."

"Really? Did you send the wrong one? Let me see." I pretended to look through the messages, and after a while, I said to Ah Ming, "Hmm… there is one that was sent by mistake, you can delete it. Do you like the photo taken at the hotel? If you like it, I'll send it to you. But there are over thirty pictures, it'll take a while." "Okay! That one is beautiful, send it to me! Thank you!" Ah Ming said.

After a while, when all the photos were sent to Ah Ming, he didn't mention my wife's photo again. To get his attention, I deliberately said, "Have you seen those pictures? That woman has a really beautiful figure, and the photos are very aesthetically pleasing." "I'm looking at them now, they're really hot!" Ah Ming said.

"Did you delete the photo that was sent by mistake?" If that's the case... Ah Ming didn't even notice the problem with that photo, then he wouldn't have the privilege of seeing more of his wife's selfies. "That photo hasn't been deleted yet, and it's quite good." Ah Ming said. Before I could respond, I saw the screen display: "Is there a problem? Why are you so insistent that I delete this photo?"

"Nothing special, it's just a photo of a netizen's wife. It wouldn't be good for it to be leaked to you, so I asked you to delete it." I said. "Really? A married woman's selfies, are there any more?" Ah Ming said. Haha, it seems Ah Ming is quite the lecher. I said, "Yes, there are, but they can't be leaked."

"It's okay! If I don't say anything, and you don't say anything, no one will know. Otherwise, I'll come to your house this weekend to see them, then they won't be leaked." Ah Ming said. "...That's not a good idea, I promised that person I'd only keep them for myself." I said. “Please! If you don’t show me, I’ll report to Ah-Xin (my wife) that you have nude photos of other men’s wives on your computer.” Ah-Ming actually threatened me. “Okay! But I only have this one set of photos. You have to keep it a secret after you see it, and you can’t take the photos.” I pretended to be threatened.

After a long period of “training,” my wife actually agreed that I could upload her nude photos with her face covered to one of the forum websites to share with others. She not only reads the netizens’ responses, but sometimes she even takes photos that netizens want to see at their request. She also watches other people’s self-taken videos and nude photos with me, so how could I be afraid of Ah-Ming’s threats?

On Saturday afternoon, when my wife and her friends went shopping, I invited Ah-Ming upstairs. When he came in and saw that Ah-Xin wasn’t there, he went to my study and said he wanted to see that set of photos. Before Ah-Ming arrived, I had actually hidden the other photos, only keeping the set of photos of my wife wearing a shirt and red sheer underwear on the computer.

Furthermore, a photo of my wife and me was placed in the living room. In the photo, my wife was wearing the necklace from the selfie series. The red sheer panties she wore in the photo had just been removed by my wife, and there was still a faint scent of her perfume on them. I retrieved the panties from the laundry basket in the bathroom and placed them on the top shelf, hoping that Ah Ming could deduce from these clues that the person in the photo was my wife.

That series of photos had more than ten pictures, starting with my wife wearing a shirt and panties, and progressing to her unbuttoning her shirt, removing her panties, until she was completely naked on the bed. However, none of the photos showed her nipples or vulva, because I didn't want Ah Ming to see all of my wife's parts at once; I wanted to maintain a sense of mystery and make a deeper impression on him. I stood beside Ah Ming, watching him examine each photo one by one, especially the later ones where my wife was more undressed; he looked at them more and more carefully.

Seeing my wife on the screen was like her taking off her clothes piece by piece in front of Ah Ming and me. Even I, who had seen my wife's body countless times, couldn't help but get an erection. How much more so Ah Ming, who was seeing my wife for the first time? I could already see his crotch bulging.

"Sorry, although I've seen a lot of porn, this is the first time I've seen a selfie of someone else's wife, and such a beautiful one at that! Just thinking about how she's usually such a conservative and quiet wife, and now she's taking off her clothes in front of me, makes me so excited," Ah Ming said, staring at the screen.

Now I finally understood how other people react when they see a selfie of their wife, especially since this person was a close friend of mine and my wife's. The thrill was completely different from showing a photo to a stranger online. As I looked at the photo and Ah Ming's expression, I imagined my wife lying in front of us, my penis already hard and throbbing.

I went into the bathroom, deliberately adjusting my wife's underwear in the laundry basket to make it more visible before coming out. Below were a few of Ah Xin's everyday clothes and bras that were waiting to be washed. Ah Ming was already waiting outside the bathroom door. I sat in the living room, wanting Ah Ming to realize the person in the photo was my wife, but also worried about his reaction.

It felt like an eternity before Ah Ming finally came out of the bathroom. I knew exactly what he was up to in there…

I was afraid my expression would give me away, so I sat on the sofa. “Can I look at those photos again?” Ah Ming asked. “You just looked at them, do you want to look at them again?” I said. “Yeah, just one look is enough.” “Hurry up, Ah Xin will be back soon.” I said to Ah Ming, who had already gone into the study.

As soon as Ah Ming went into the study, I ran to the bathroom door. The underwear in the laundry basket had obviously been moved and was wet and wrinkled. It seemed Ah Ming had noticed…

I sat back on the sofa, and after a while, Ah Ming poked his head out of the study and said to me, “Ah Wei, are there any other photos?” “No! That person only gave me these.” I said. “Ah Xin… she really didn’t take any others?” Ah Ming said. “No, everyone said Ah Xin only has this set…” Before I could finish, Ah Ming interrupted, “Oh! Ah Xin only has this set of photos? So that person really is Ah Xin!”

I didn’t know how to react at the time. After thinking about it carefully, I realized that I had just fallen into Ah Ming’s trap. After calming down, I said, "No, no, that person isn't Ah Xin. I only followed along because you suddenly mentioned Ah Xin's name." "Then why are these underwear in the bathroom exactly the same as the woman's in the photo?" Ah Ming said, taking out Ah Xin's red underwear.

"Well...well...I saw that issue and thought those underwear were beautiful, so I bought them for Ah Xin." I had already anticipated Ah Ming's question, so I recited the lines I had prepared in a trembling voice. "Don't deny it. That person is Ah Xin. If you don't admit it, I'll just ask Ah Xin if she took these photos." Ah Ming said.

"No, no. That...that...it's...Ah Xin. I accidentally sent you the wrong photos last time. You...don't tell her." I said, pretending to be panicked, but actually I was overjoyed. "I don't have to tell her, but is there anything else?" Ah Ming actually threatened me.

"Really, there aren't any more. That was my first time taking photos, and I was just organizing them a few days ago. I accidentally sent them to you. Remember not to tell Ah Xin." I managed to say this with a forced laugh. Ah Ming lowered his head and thought for a moment, then, as I had anticipated, said, "Then send me more backups of these photos, and I won't tell Ah Xin."

"That won't do. You're threatening me now. If I give you the photos, how will I know how you'll blackmail us? If you want to tell, just tell my wife. At most, we'll lose a friend. Besides, none of the photos show the most important parts. My wife might be angry, but I don't think it's something unforgivable." Luckily, I had already thought about what to say, otherwise I might have really given in.

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood." Ah Ming looked guilty. "Forget it, it's still my fault for accidentally showing you those photos. Remember to keep it a secret for me, otherwise Ah Xin will definitely not let me take any more photos." I said. "Huh? Are you planning to take more?" Ah Ming asked. "I promise I'll look secretly and keep it a secret!"

"Of course! If you don't take photos when you're young, are you going to wait until you're old?" I said confidently. "You're so lucky, you get to see such a beautiful girl like Ah Xin every day and take such beautiful photos. I wish I had a girlfriend." "Actually, you're quite attractive, it's just that your standards are too high, that's why you think every girl is bad. No one in the world is perfect. Hurry up and find a girlfriend, then you can be like me. Haha..."

"Sigh! I really hope I find a girlfriend soon, I want to take some selfies like you." Ah Ming said. "Then we can exchange photos. You just saw my wife's photos, I'll have to look at your girlfriend and wife's selfies from now on." After talking with Ah Ming for so long, I finally got this opportunity, and naturally said what I wanted to say.

Amin stared at me in surprise, so I continued, "You're not planning to stop me from seeing them, are you? You've already seen Axin's selfies. But if your girlfriend doesn't let you take them, I won't force you. Hehe." Amin lowered his head and thought for a while, then said, "Okay, then it's just for looking, and besides, I don't even know when I'll have a girlfriend." "

Then you'll have to work harder. If you have photos, I'll exchange them with Axin's photos, that way you'll have the motivation to meet a girlfriend." "You saying that makes me want to see those photos again. Just thinking about Axin makes my little brother hard." Amin went back into the study before I could reply.

I had to say that my wife would be back soon to get him to leave. Not long after Amin left, my wife returned. I was in the study looking at the photos I had just shown Amin.

My wife came into the study, frowned, and said to me, "Don't you get tired of looking at these photos all day?" "Of course not, honey, you never get tired of looking at them. That's what all the netizens say. They not only say you never get tired of looking at them, but you never get tired of doing them." My wife hit me and said, "I don't know why I agreed to let you put the photos online. Now I feel like a harlot." “

You’re not a slut, you’re just a slightly lustful married woman…” I said, jumping up and hugging my wife tightly. My hands gripped her slender waist, and my lips were already on her small mouth. When she struggled and softened, I slipped my hands under her t-shirt, grabbing her breasts through her bra. Her breasts weren’t large, but they were firm and bouncy—my favorite bell shape—and very elastic; they felt really good to touch.

After rubbing them for a while, I pushed her bra up, directly grabbing the two smooth, heavy mounds of flesh. I felt the two small nipples slowly harden in my palms.

When I saw my wife go from struggling to cooperating, I took off her top, hugged her from behind, and continued to rub her breasts. I loved playing with my wife’s breasts in this position because I could enjoy the view from above as my hands rubbed her firm breasts. Sometimes I squeezed her breasts together, creating a deep, long cleavage; sometimes I pulled on the two small nipples, making her breasts sway from side to side.

My wife wrapped her arms around my neck, leaning her body against me. Freeing one hand, I moved to her lower body, first unbuttoning her pants and letting them fall to the ground along her smooth legs, revealing a pair of long, snow-white legs and a pair of white embroidered lace panties at the base of her thighs. My hand slipped inside the thin panties, gently stirring the pubic hair. A few fingers lingered there for a moment before moving downwards.

When my fingertip touched a small clitoris, whether from excitement or the pain of dryness, my wife trembled slightly in my arms. I gently circled the clitoris, knowing that after a while, her vagina would be overflowing with lustful fluids.

My fingers moved towards her vulva, which was indeed already full of fluids. I really wanted to slide my fingers inside her vagina, but I wanted to tease her a little, so I rubbed my middle finger back and forth between her vulva and the clitoris. My excited wife even raised her right leg and placed it on the chair in front of the computer, making it easier for me to reach deep into her vagina.

She had already released her grip on my neck; one hand grasped her swaying breast, while the other reached into my pants, stroking my penis. I released her breast and pulled down my pants, giving my aching penis more room to move. This also allowed my wife's hand to quickly stroke my penis without any obstruction.

"Mmm…husband, I want…I want…" My wife had already pulled her panties aside, revealing her wet vulva.

Having watched Ah Ming voyeuristically watching my wife's nude photos, seeing his eyes shining as he stared at the screen, I was still very excited. So, unlike me, who usually teases my wife, I obediently thrust into her vagina from behind. I saw my wife from behind, her hands pressed against the table, being pushed against the computer screen by me. Her long hair was disheveled from my ministrations. Suddenly, I thought of playing her nude photos. So, I freed my hand from her waist and instructed the computer to play the pictures.

"Wife, look up at your own photos. Netizens look at these photos of you day and night," I said. My wife just looked up at the photos without responding. So I continued, "It's this one. Brother A said he wants to lick your red, wet pussy after seeing it! Do you want him to lick you?" "No, I only want my husband to lick me."

"Don't want to? But your pussy is so tight right now, are you thinking about another man licking your pussy?" "No...no...um...faster...husband...faster..." "If you don't admit it, I'll have to take it slow, give you more time to think it through." I slowed my thrusting but increased the amplitude of my back-and-forth movements. I knew my wife couldn't stand me doing this to her, because she said it would keep her on tenterhooks. “You…you’re doing this again, oh…I shouldn’t have…told you. It’s so uncomfortable, don’t do this anymore…um…hurry up and give it to me…oh…”

“Then tell me quickly which one you want to lick your pussy?” “You say…which one…that one…” “I’ll have your best friend Ah Ming lick your pussy, and then use his little brother to fuck you.” I said. “Okay…oh! Ah Ming…fuck me! And he…harder…harder.” my wife said.

Actually, we’ve fantasized about our friends more than once, and even about our relatives and siblings. These wild sexual fantasies can increase the stimulation and fun of sex, so my wife is happy to play along.

I pretended to be Ah Ming’s usual tone and said, “Ah Xin, I’ve wanted to fuck you since we were in school, and I never thought I’d actually get to do it now.” “Since…you’ve been waiting…for so long…come on…come on and fuck…me…ah!”

We made love in the study while talking lewdly like that. About ten minutes later, I ejaculated all my semen into my wife's vagina, and then we both lay limply on the floor to rest. My wife went to the bathroom to clean up first, but as soon as she entered, I heard her cry out, "Ah~ Honey~ You...you used my underwear to masturbate? It's so dirty!" "I didn't!" I said, feigning ignorance.

"...Then why are my underwear wet? And why do they smell a bit like...semen? It's obvious you dirtied them and then washed them with water." I walked to the bathroom door and saw my wife holding up her underwear. I lowered my head and pretended to think for a moment, then said to my wife, "It really wasn't me. Why are my underwear wet? Could it be...?" "Could it be, could it be what? Are you a pervert?!" my wife said, hands on her hips.

I looked up, puzzled, and said, "Are you sure the original underwear wasn't wet and that it was in the laundry basket?" "I'm sure I just took it off and put it in the laundry basket this morning, how could I be wrong?" my wife said. I looked directly at my wife, pretending to be hesitant to speak. Sure enough, my wife became suspicious and said, "Is there something wrong? You look strange." "I... I guess it's not," I said. "What do you mean, 'I guess'? Tell me quickly."

"Nothing, I don't think so," I continued, but I started to feel a little nervous. "Tell me! What's wrong?" "Just now... just now, A-Ming came upstairs to help fix the computer because it couldn't connect to the internet before. Before leaving, he stayed in the bathroom for more than ten minutes. Could it be..." I said.

"Really? Sometimes when A-Ming comes over, I forget to bring in the clothes and underwear that are drying, but this has never happened before." Although my wife said this, I could tell that she was a little suspicious. "Hmm... Oh dear!" I rushed to the computer in the study and said, "Honey, so that's what happened!" "What is it?" My wife followed me into the study and said nervously.

“I called Ah Ming over to help fix the computer, but I forgot there was a folder on the desktop labeled ‘Ah Xin’s Selfies.’ I think he’s seen the photos in there. Luckily, most of the photos were encrypted and moved elsewhere, and the remaining dozen or so don’t show any private parts.”

At this moment, I saw my wife staring at me blankly, her face pale. After a while, she scolded me, “This… what am I going to do? I’m so embarrassed! How am I supposed to face people now? You… you’re so careless, I… I… you mean the semen residue on my underwear that’s waiting to be washed is… Ah Ming’s?” “I’m sorry, I’m always very careful, it’s just that this batch hasn’t been processed yet. But in those photos, you’re only posing in some sexy ways, and you’re not showing any private parts, so just think of it as wearing a swimsuit,” I said.

I saw my wife’s face start to turn red as she said, “Of course it’s different, those poses are so… so revealing. Sigh, this… you’ve really ruined me this time!” My wife was sullen all afternoon. She watched TV for a while and then went to sleep in her room, but after a while, she came out of the living room to read magazines. In short, sitting wasn't an option, and standing wasn't an option either.

Actually, my wife had already agreed to let me upload the photos to my online friends. I thought she would only feel embarrassed knowing that Ah Ming had seen her selfies, but I didn't expect her to react so strongly. "Honey, seeing you so restless, how about I call Ah Ming and ask if he's seen them?" I said. "No! I..." "Just let me find out. If he hasn't seen them, then you don't need to worry unnecessarily," I said.

"But... what if he has?" "If he has seen them, there won't be any problem. Those photos are just a little sexy, and you often see these kinds of photos online. Besides, he only looked at them, he didn't take them, so he'll forget about them soon. It's better to ask clearly than to guess day and night," I said as I picked up the phone.

My flustered wife couldn't tell that what I was saying was somewhat ambiguous, and she didn't stop me from making the call. Ah Ming answered the phone quickly: "Hello! Ah Ming." "Hello! Ah Wei. What's up?" "Nothing, I just wanted to thank you for fixing my computer today," I said. "What did you say? I didn't fix your computer! I should be thanking you for letting me see Ah Xin's photos."

"But you seemed to take a long time to fix the computer today, unlike usual!" I said. "Huh? What happened to you today? You're acting strange." Ah Ming said. "Nothing, nothing, I was just asking." I said. "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up." "Okay, no problem." I said.

After Ah Ming hung up, I continued into the phone, "Really? You found those selfies online?" When my wife heard me say this, she grabbed me tightly with both hands and brought her ear close. Afraid that my wife would hear that the other person had already hung up, I turned my head to the other side and continued, "Of course it's true."

“How could that be Ah Xin?” I said. Hearing this, my wife covered her face and went into the bedroom. I pretended to continue my phone call in the living room, and hung up about ten minutes later. I went into the bedroom and saw my wife sitting on the bed, hugging a pillow, lost in thought, not even noticing me.

“Wife,” I said, gently patting her shoulder. My wife looked up at me and said, “He…he really looked?” I nodded and said, “I tried my best to say it was someone else, but he recognized your underwear and necklace, and even the background. But I didn’t admit it myself; I just told him to keep it a secret, not even to you.”

“What else did he say?” my wife said. “I was so flustered just now that I forgot what he said. I only remember him saying that it’s normal for couples to take these revealing photos, and he said he shouldn’t have looked at them, and kept apologizing, but when he found out it was your photo, he couldn’t help looking at it. Later, he just said things praising you, saying your breasts are beautiful, your legs are long, and your skin is white and smooth; and that if he had known you could be this sexy, he wouldn’t have introduced you to me.” “Is that so?” my wife said, looking down.

"Finally... finally he said it was a pity he didn't see your private parts, and that he really wanted to see your nipples. He said your two little nipples must be very beautiful, and he really wanted to see your wet little honey hole. If you take pictures again next time, remember to ask him to watch with you." I said it in a particularly lewd way, hoping to ignite my wife's sexual desire.

My wife gently hit me: "You men are all so bad, all you think about is looking at other people's bodies all day long. Next time he brings it up, tell him to find a girlfriend to look at. I'm your wife, how can I let him see me naked? Ugh! We're so familiar with each other, it's so embarrassing, how awkward it will be when we meet again!" "Don't think too much about it tonight, go to sleep early, let everyone forget about it after a while!" After saying that, I hugged my wife and got into bed.

********

I lay in bed, constantly thinking about what happened today, and how to continue to train my wife to make her willingly show Ah Ming her nude photos. I lay in bed like this, with my hands and eyes closed, thinking about it for more than two hours without being able to fall asleep.

My wife, who rarely gets up at night, suddenly got up and went to the bathroom in the dark. At first, I thought she had drunk too much water before bed, but after ten minutes she still hadn't returned. So I got up and went to the bathroom, where I saw the door was closed but not locked. As I approached, about to speak, I suddenly heard my wife softly say, "Oh... don't look at me like that."

Why did my wife say that? Had she encountered a ghost, or had a thief broken in? Confused, I curiously peered through the gap in the ventilation door under the bathroom. In the mirror by the sink, I saw my wife sitting naked on the toilet, her left hand grasping her breast, her right middle finger already inside her vagina, so much vaginal fluid that even the pubic hair around her vulva was wet. I hadn't seen my wife masturbate in a long time, and this time, being a voyeur, I could see real masturbation.

I saw my wife tilting her head back, her eyes closed, her hand constantly rubbing and squeezing her breasts, but sometimes she would play with her nipples with her index finger and thumb; the finger inside her vagina moved in and out at varying speeds, seemingly not in a hurry to reach orgasm immediately.

"Hmm...oh...hmm...ah...hmm...oh...don't look at these photos anymore, it's so embarrassing." My wife muttered to herself, seemingly fantasizing about letting others see her nude photos. "No! Looking at the photos isn't enough, you also want to take off my clothes...don't take them off anymore...don't take off my bra...ah...you're so bad..."

I saw my wife pinching her nipples with her fingers and saying, "Don't suck anymore, it's itchy...ah...hmm...oh...it's so itchy...oh! Your fingers...are killing me..." Seeing this scene and hearing my wife's lewd words, I had already taken off my pants and was stroking my penis. "Don't do it anymore, hurry...give it to me. It's so embarrassing, how can I say it out loud?"

I didn't expect my wife to be so engrossed in her fantasy, even including the teasing part. "Don't linger here, I can't take it anymore, hurry up...ah...hmm...oh...I...I want your...big penis to go into my pussy. Ah! That's it." As my wife spoke, she pulled her fingers out of her vagina and then thrust them in hard to the deepest point.

"Ah...ya...ah...um...oh...so good...faster..." my wife moaned. I quickly masturbated my penis, while my wife frantically thrust her fingers into her vagina. For a moment, it seemed like we were having a race to see who would climax first. "I...I'm about to cum...I'm about to cum...ah...um...oh...Ming...faster...ah...fuck me!"

I suddenly heard Ming's name. Although I knew my wife sometimes fantasized about Ming fucking her, that was just something we shared during sex to spice things up. Hearing her call out Ming's name while masturbating felt a little strange. As I pondered this, my wife reached her climax: "Ah...Ming...I'm going to...I'm going to cum...ah...let me drink your semen...um...oh...um...ah...um...oh..."

Watching my wife's hands withdraw from her vagina, hanging limply at her sides, softly resting on the toilet seat, her face flushed and filled with pleasure, a strange pang of jealousy welled up inside me. I pushed open the bathroom door without hesitation and thrust my still-erect penis into my wife's vagina.

"Ah! It hurts!" My wife cried out in shock, "What are you doing?" "Weren't you just saying you wanted someone to fuck you?" I said. "Well... ah... it's so deep... ah... ah... ah... um... oh..." my wife cried out. I didn't know if I was bothered or excited that my wife was thinking about Ah Ming while masturbating, I only knew that at this moment I just wanted to fuck my wife hard. With a few thrusts, I quickly ejaculated inside my wife.

I pulled my penis out and stood in front of my wife, looking at her. I stared blankly at her lying limply on the toilet seat, panting. Then I said, "Were you thinking about Ah Ming while masturbating just now?" My wife probably realized something was wrong, so she sat up and looked up at me, "Just now... um. But... that's because after I found out he saw my selfie, I... I thought about it all night. And then..." "And then what?" I pressed her.

“The more I thought about it, the hotter and wetter I got down there, so I couldn’t help it…” my wife said. I looked down at her, unsure how to respond. She was like this because of me; I should be happy that I’d successfully “trained” her, but I was also a little worried. After all, this wasn’t a stranger, and my wife could contact A-Ming directly. “You’re tired, why don’t you go to sleep first, we can talk about it tomorrow!” I said.

“Honey…you…are you blaming me?” my wife asked, holding my hand. “…No, it’s just that a lot happened today, I need to calm down and sort things out. Don’t overthink it, it’s late now, go to sleep!” I said.

********

That night I didn’t sleep well at all, and I got up as soon as it was light.

I sat on the bed looking at my sleeping wife beside me, wondering whether I should continue or stop. I hesitated; was it because I didn’t trust my wife? I sat there on the bed for almost half an hour. “Mmm…honey…” my wife suddenly murmured in her sleep, waking me from my reverie.

I should trust my wife! My wife asked me to take nude photos and post them online because she trusted me, right? Now she's just using someone she knows as a sexual fantasy object, and I'm starting to doubt her? Isn't that too unfair to her? Actually, it's all just to spice things up.

After figuring this out, I felt much better and started thinking about how to test my wife's limits.

A little while later, my wife woke up and saw me watching her. She turned away shyly and hid under the covers. I hugged her tightly from behind and asked, "Did you have fun last night?" My wife didn't answer, so I continued, "She seemed so sullen this morning, saying she was embarrassed. But she got all wild last night."

My wife turned around and slapped me, saying, "It's all your fault, you're making fun of me." "Since you don't mind, why don't we show some to Ah Ming, so he can masturbate and ejaculate every night thinking about you? Haha..." "You're asking for it! When did I say I didn't mind Ah Ming seeing them? Anyway... no more of that," my wife said.

Although my wife said that, I knew she was slowly changing. For the next two weeks, I kept asking to take a new set of photos to show Ah Ming, but my wife always declined. Finally, yesterday, she took a new set of photos for me. Today, I bought a new printer, printed out the photos, put them in a photo album, and then showed them to my wife.

"Why did you print all those photos?" my wife asked, admiring her pictures. "Of course, I'm going to show them to Ah Ming," I said. "You? Are you crazy? This one is so embarrassing, how can you show it to…" I interrupted her, "Then you can show the other photos to Ah Ming too?" "Well… that's not what I meant, you'd better hide the photos," my wife said.

"Honey, stop pretending. I know you were masturbating in the bathroom again last night. Are you hoping Ah Ming will see these new photos?" I saw my wife looking at me in astonishment. Seeing that she didn't respond, I continued, "Do you want to see how Ah Ming looks when he sees these photos? I guarantee you'll be incredibly excited after you see them." "I…" my wife said, "Don't say anything more, let me make the arrangements," I replied.

********

Today was the day I invited Ah Ming to come over to see my wife's nude selfies. I had been reporting the situation to my wife and explaining my plan to her, but she had remained noncommittal, just listening silently.

She got up early this morning and seemed restless all morning. Sometimes I knew she wanted to tell me something, but I made sure to keep myself busy so she wouldn't have a chance. "Chirp...chirp..." The doorbell rang. I went to the front door and opened it, while my wife hid in the kitchen, startled. "Ah Wei, long time no see. Any new photos?" Ah Ming said loudly as soon as he entered. My wife, hiding in the kitchen, could hear him, of course.

"Keep your voice down, Ah Xin is still home," I said. "Wasn't she going out today? Then...then there's nothing to see?" Ah Ming said disappointedly.

"Her date was canceled at the last minute, but we can still see the photos. Sit down first." I put on a mysterious air: "Honey, Ah Ming's here. Can you make some snacks and drinks?" "Oh...okay!" Ah Xin responded from the kitchen. Ah Ming and I sat on the sofa watching TV. After a while, Ah Xin came out of the kitchen, put down some snacks, and sat down at the other end of the sofa. Our sofa is L-shaped, so Ah Ming and I sat on the longer side, facing the TV, while Ah Xin sat on the other side, meaning we were facing her sideways.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, I took out the photo album from behind me and said to Ah Ming, "I took some landscape photos in the countryside a while ago, do you want to see them?" "Landscape photos?" Ah Ming looked at me doubtfully and said, "No interest." "Take a look, they're really beautiful." I forcefully shoved the album into Ah Ming's hands.

Ah Ming reluctantly opened it. When he saw the first photo was of Ah Xin, he immediately held up the album to hide it from her, looking at me with a surprised expression. I gestured to Ah Ming not to speak, then said to my wife, "Honey, I printed an extra copy, do you want to see it?" "I'm not interested, I'll watch TV," Ah Xin said, turning her head to watch TV so she wouldn't see what we were doing. Of course, this was something Ah Xin and I had planned beforehand. Looking at the first photo, Ah Ming couldn't help but ask, "The same one?"

Although Ah Ming only said three words to avoid Ah Xin knowing what we were talking about, I understood what he meant and said, "Yes! It's the same, especially since it was taken like this." But why did Ah Ming ask that? Because my wife's clothes in the photo were the same as today's—a white long-sleeved shirt and a gray skirt, sitting in the same spot she's sitting now, and I was sitting in Ah Ming's spot when the photo was taken. That meant that the wife in the photo and the real wife looked exactly alike to Ah Ming.

Ah Ming flipped to the next photo. In that photo, my wife's pose was exactly the same as the previous one, except that her top was off, revealing her snow-white skin and white bra. Flipping to the next photo, this time my wife had even taken off her skirt, wearing only a white bra and sitting on the sofa. Now we look up and see Ah Xin dressed neatly, but in the photo album, we see the same sitting posture, but my wife wearing only a bra. Is Ah Ming excited now? I don't know, but I, who have seen this set of photos several times, am already excited.

"Ah Ming, aren't the photos beautiful this time?" I asked Ah Ming. "They're...they're absolutely gorgeous! You even managed to take photos like these," Ah Ming said. I saw Ah Xin's cheeks start to flush, but Ah Ming, absorbed in his wife's nude photos, didn't notice. "Quickly turn to the fourth one, this one's even more beautiful," I said to Ah Ming. But actually, I was saying it to my wife, to let her know which one we'd seen.

My wife's face was even redder now, because in this photo, she had even taken off her bra, revealing her pink nipples. This was the first time Ah Ming had seen his wife's entire breasts. As for Ah Ming, he started to get a little restless, perhaps because his lower body was aching? Turning to the next photo, this time my wife had changed her sitting position, facing us directly. So we could clearly see her two full, snow-white breasts. "Isn't the fifth photo even prettier? I love these two little nipples the most," I said, pointing to my wife's nipples.

"Yeah, those little nipples look so translucent, they must taste delicious if you drink from them." Ah Ming seemed to enjoy the thrill of secretly watching, even joining in my comments about my wife's body. Although we weren't being very clear about what we were saying, how could my wife not know what we were talking about? This was exactly what I wanted: to let my friend see my wife's nude selfies, to let my wife enjoy being watched, and to let others comment on her body in front of her.

The following photos showed my wife posing in various sexy positions on the sofa, sometimes grabbing her breasts with both hands, sometimes reaching into her underwear. Although there were only six or seven photos, and Ah Xin never took off her underwear, we all got excited. If Ah Xin hadn't been there, I think Ah Ming would have wanted to masturbate.

Of course, I would occasionally guide Ah Ming to comment on the photos, so that Ah Xin could also get involved. I saw her changing her sitting position from time to time, and then clamping her legs tightly together; her lower body must have been overflowing with lustful fluids by then. The fourth to last photo was taken from above, showing my legs. In the photo, I was sitting on the sofa, while Ah Xin was kneeling on the floor, her pretty face between my legs looking up at the camera.

Ah Ming looked at me suspiciously after seeing it. "Wait a minute," I whispered to Ah Ming, pretending Ah Xin wouldn't hear. Then I poured the tea on the floor and said, "Oh dear! I'm sorry, Ah Ming, did I get your clothes dirty?" "No, no," Ah Ming said.

"Wife, come help me mop the floor." My wife had already turned around, looking surprised. Actually, she wasn't quite convincing; her cheeks were flushed, and her body was trembling. But how could Ah Ming, captivated by his wife's body, notice? As planned, my wife picked up a rag and wiped the tea off the floor, while Ah Ming held up the photo album, looking down at my wife as she mopped the floor and crawled towards him. When Ah Xin crawled to Ah Ming's legs, she looked up at him and said, "Excuse me, could you move aside?"

Ah Ming wanted to stand up, but I immediately told him, "You don't need to stand up." He hesitated for a moment, then realized my intention, so he didn't move, but simply spread his legs to let Ah Xin crawl forward. The scene was exactly the same as in the photos. Ah Xin was crawling on the ground, wiping the floor with her buttocks sticking out, her loose collar revealing a large expanse of her white cleavage and bra. As she crawled and wiped, her breasts and long, beautiful legs under her short skirt were faintly visible, and her white lace panties were barely concealed. Her body trembled slightly with tension.

As Ah Xin bent down to work again, Ah Ming immediately flipped to the next photo. In the photo, Ah Xin had pulled my penis out of her pants and was licking the glans with her tongue. The next photo showed Ah Xin with my entire penis in her mouth, and the last photo, of course, showed me ejaculating all over my wife's face. "Was the last one the most exciting?" I asked Ah Ming.

Before Amin could answer, Axin looked up, pouting, and said, "You made a mess of everything, and instead of helping me, you were looking at photos. What's so interesting about them?" Amin didn't say anything, just stared blankly at Axin for a long time without reacting. Axin felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, so she stood up and said, "Amin, why are you staring at me like that?" Then she picked up the cup that had fallen on the floor and went into the bathroom.

Amin finally snapped out of his daze when Axin said that. After seeing Axin go into the kitchen, he said to me, "Just now, when I looked at Axin's face, it was like I could see my semen splashed on her face. It was so wonderful! Can I use the bathroom?" "Of course not, if you want to masturbate, go home. I was really aroused just now, and I'm going to find Axin to relieve myself." I said, pushing Amin out the door.

"How could you do this? How could I hold back until I got home..." Amin protested. But of course, I ignored Amin's protest.

As soon as I closed the door, Ah Xin came out of the kitchen and hugged me, kissing me. We walked to the sofa while kissing, and when I pushed my wife onto the sofa, she was already completely naked. I took off my pants, spread my wife's legs, and I could see that her pubic hair was wet and matted.

Seeing this, I immediately pressed my already hard penis against the entrance of my wife's vagina. I originally planned to wet the glans a bit before penetrating, but with a little force, my penis slid into her soaking wet vagina. "Mmm...husband, it feels so good..." My wife moaned comfortably before I even started moving. I adjusted my position and slowly began to thrust. "Ah...faster...I want it so bad...I was holding back...it was so hard..." my wife groaned.

"Really? Was it exciting just now? I saw how swollen Ah Ming's crotch was!" I said. "Sizzle...sizzle...oh...so exciting...ah...no...ah..." My wife started to stammer incoherently. "What did you say? I'll do it!" I said as I thrust my penis deep into her. "Ahhh...I'm going to die...come on...again...ah..." My wife was very proactive today, not only moaning loudly but also actively tightening her vagina. It felt so good!

Now we were both immersed in the pleasure of our bodies. We didn't change positions, just used the most primitive missionary position, thrusting wildly and violently...we just monotonously repeated the same thrusting motion. But each thrust felt like injecting a unit of pleasure from my penis into my body, and soon there was so much that my body couldn't contain it all. In the end, I inserted my penis deep into my wife's body, and at the same time, my semen was injected into her body.

We lay on the sofa, embracing each other, letting my slowly softening penis stay inside my wife's warm and wet vagina. Then, unable to resist asking, "How did you feel when Ah Ming looked at your nude photos in front of you?" My wife and I exchanged a glance, then she lowered her head and said, "Very shy." "Really just shy? But why did you run out of the kitchen and hug me as soon as Ah Ming left?" I said with a smile.

"Well... a little... excited." Seeing my wife's face begin to flush, she looked so endearing. "Only a little? I bet you were thinking of getting Ah Ming to have sex with you right there!" "No, I didn't say that." My wife defended herself. "You didn't say that, so you were thinking about it?" I teased her. "I'm not going to say anything, you're just teasing me."

"Why don't we call Ah Ming and see what he's doing?" I changed the subject. My wife didn't say anything, just looked hesitant. Seeing this, I immediately picked up the phone, and after a long while, Ah Ming answered: "Hey! Wei Ge, what's up?" "I wanted to ask how you felt just now?" I said. "Of course I was incredibly excited! I'm hiding downstairs at your house right now." " I can only get a ride home after my little brother goes soft, let's talk about it later!" I put the phone on speakerphone so my wife could hear what Ah Ming was saying, and her face immediately turned as red as an apple.

"Tell me more specifically what you thought of what happened, and if you say something nice, I might find you something to reward you," I said. "Huh? A reward? Then you must tell me," Ah Ming continued, "What happened was much more exciting than seeing Ah Xin's nude photos for the first time, and Ah Xin was sitting right in front of me. I didn't expect you to come up with this idea."

"Is my wife beautiful?" I saw my wife listening very attentively, and she looked ashamed. "Of course she's beautiful! Because we've known each other for so long, I didn't notice. I didn't realize she had such a good figure, her breasts were the perfect size, and they were the slightly perky type that I love. But the most alluring thing was those two pink nipples on her snow-white breasts." "Several times I really wanted to go up and pull off Ah Xin's clothes to kiss her..." Ah Ming talked for a full five minutes, commenting on every part of his wife's body and strongly expressing his fascination with her.

"Enough, I didn't even know my wife was so good until you told me. Since you're so enthusiastic, I'll play you a recording of us making love." I interrupted Ah Ming. "Really? I didn't know you had this trick up your sleeve." Ah Ming said happily. Ah Xin looked at me blankly and in astonishment. I leaned

close to my wife's ear and said, "I didn't record it, but isn't it the same if you moan now?" "No, I don't want to do such a lewd thing." My wife said softly. "You're

still saying these things now? Ah Ming has even seen your naked body and speaks so highly of you, you wouldn't be stingy enough to let him moan a few times, would you?" "As I spoke, I reached down to stimulate Ah Xin's still-wet vulva. My wife didn't stop me, letting my hand roam over her body. Before long, she was panting heavily. But she kept biting her lip, refusing to make a sound.

"Hey! Ah Wei, are you there? Are you recording? Why is there no sound?" Ah Ming said impatiently. "I'm here. Foreplay should be quiet, and you have to be patient to enjoy the good stuff." Seeing that my wife was always biting her lip and refusing to moan, I had no choice but to endure the fishy smell of semen coming from her lower body and stick out my tongue to lick her clitoris."

"Ahhh~" When my tongue touched my wife's clitoris, she finally let out her first cry. "Ah...it feels so good...husband...ah...no...no...don't...do it there...ah...ya...ah...um...oh..." Whether it was because she was particularly embarrassed by the first cry, or because giving her oral sex was so exciting for her, after that first cry, she began to emit seductive moans near the phone receiver.

Meanwhile, heavy breathing could be heard from the other end of the line. "Ya...husband...I...ah...ya...ah...um...oh...come on...I want...your big cock...come and fuck me!" "...Ah...ya...ah...um...oh...my...little hole...so hot...so empty...it's...so uncomfortable...come...ah...ya...ah...um...oh...ah..." My wife, who rarely speaks so explicitly, was unusually bold and lewd today.

I didn't know if she really wanted it or if she was just saying it for Ah Ming's benefit, but having just ejaculated, I couldn't get hard for the time being, so I had to use my fingers instead. While sucking her clitoris, I inserted and removed my fingers from her vagina, making her ecstatic. Her lewd moans grew louder and louder, and her words became increasingly explicit.

"Ah...ya...so good...ah...ya...ah...um...oh...I'm coming...ya...fuck me...ya...ah...um...oh...fuck me to death...ya...ah...um...oh..." My wife screamed a few times before climaxing, lying limply on the sofa. "Hey! Ah Ming, are you there?" "I picked up the receiver and said. Ah Ming's voice came from afar: "I'm not talking anymore, I'm hanging up now. My little brother is even harder now, I don't know what to do."

"Ha...ha..." Hearing Ah Ming say that, I couldn't help but look at my wife and burst into laughter. As for my wife, whose hair was disheveled and who was weak and powerless, she could only cover her blushing face with her hands.

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