Homegrown flowers never smell as good as wildflowers.

People often say, "Homegrown flowers never smell as sweet as wild ones," but to be honest, after many years of dating, I'm still very satisfied with my wife. Although I've had many close girlfriends before, and I'm a playful and adventurous person, having dated many outgoing women, since being with her, I've been completely captivated by her pure, lily-like appearance and temperament. Furthermore, because she had a very strict upbringing (she was even beaten by her father for coming home too late in college, just kidding!), I've been determined to have her since I met her, and I've lost all interest in other girls. I truly love her, and although I don't know how long it will last, I believe I will always think she's the best!

I've been looking for a wife for many years, changing girlfriends over and over again. Either I felt she lacked temperament, or her figure wasn't good enough; either her breasts weren't big enough, or her legs weren't long or straight enough. And I have a strange attraction to fair-skinned girls. Her figure is truly impeccable, and her skin is so fair. When her fair buttocks are upturned towards me, I never want to be intimate with any other girl again.

It took me almost a year to win her over in school. To accommodate her naivety and conservatism, I cut off all my relationships with other women during our courtship, remaining a celibate for over a year. We only slept together after more than a year of dating. Afterwards, when I watched a trickle of blood flow down her buttocks and stained her thighs, I was moved to tears.

I've written too much and seem to have gone off-topic. If anyone is interested in the details of our deflowering, I might write a separate piece about it later.

Getting back to the point, what I want to say is that my desire to see her have sex with others doesn't mean I don't love her or am tired of her. We have a very good relationship. She's very gentle and obedient, has a beautiful voice, and I always give in to her when she's being affectionate. We've argued so many times that one hand could count them all. We love each other very much. I'm her eternal idol (although I know I have many flaws), and she'll always be the brightest star in my heart (some might find this cheesy, but it's true).

I believe that when a man sees his partner having sex with someone else, he feels extremely angry, insecure, and heartbroken. The main reason is that her "heart" has wandered; she no longer loves him. Women often "love first, then have sex," meaning they only engage in more intimate behavior after falling in love with their partner. Discovering that she no longer loves him, that her feelings have changed, or that she's about to leave him for someone else, the heartache and sadness he feels is the biggest reason why men would never allow another man to touch a hair on their wife's head.

We are different. We love each other very much, and her heart has always been with me. When I saw her having sex with someone else last time, under my half-coaxing and half-deception, the man in my eyes was just a living "vibrator." There was no emotional infidelity or cheating involved. She still loves me; it's just that I come up with all sorts of novel methods to bring extreme pleasure and excitement to our sex life. Think about it, would someone get angry or jealous about using a "vibrator" during sex to make their wife feel like she's in heaven?

Since the first incident with the masseuse, I've constantly tried to instill this "massage stick" concept in her when we exchanged thoughts, but she always thought he was truly blind. So, if I were to openly ask her for a threesome, it would probably take some time and effort.

Actually, after that day, I didn't hold any grudges against her. On the contrary, every time I made love with her, as long as the scene from that day flashed through my mind, my stamina would unconsciously increase several times over, and I would become more excited and perform better. I really felt that it was just part of sex life or discovering another sexual technique.

Getting back to the point, since that time, I've been completely immersed in this unforgettable feeling, thinking every day about how to do it again in a fresh way. Finally, I came up with a good idea...

During this period, I secretly visited many partner-swapping websites behind my wife's back. After contacting several couples privately, I found that most of the partners I wanted to swap with were not my wife's type. I recently found a couple I liked. The man worked at a bank, was in his early thirties, quite refined-looking, about 175cm tall, and slim. His girlfriend ran her own brokerage firm. They had already had seven or eight successful wife-swapping experiences.

I brought a picture of my wife and frankly told her, "I really want to, but I'm not sure if my wife will agree. We'll try to seduce her, but if it doesn't work, we won't force it and will wait for another opportunity." He was quite polite and agreed to try. We even got to know each other beforehand and rehearsed our moves.

When I got home, I told my wife that I found a couple on a website who did live sex shows. This couple was willing to perform real sex acts in front of people, allowing only one or two people to watch at a time, charging only 1000 yuan. I really wanted to go with her (of course, I was just kidding; it used to be true, but it seems like those shows don't exist anymore). She initially wanted me to go by myself, but after I persuaded her, she got excited and wanted to see how other couples were intimate and whether it was different from our situation, so after considering it, she agreed.

We arranged to meet near a hotel that day. I dressed my wife up beautifully, putting her in a white mini-skirt that revealed her very shapely, fair legs, and a light blue spaghetti-strap t-shirt. She wore no makeup, just a touch of lipstick—this was my favorite style of hers in recent years, perfectly showcasing her best features.

What others couldn't see was that I had specifically asked her to wear my favorite bright red lace thong. From the front, you could see her pubic hair, and because there was only a very thin string at the back, her entire fair buttocks were practically bare, making her incredibly sexy. Every time she wore this kind of thong, I would praise her for ages, and she would happily echo my compliments, saying, "A woman dresses up for the one she loves." I always felt a pang of regret that others wouldn't have the chance to see it, unable to share in my vanity about my wife's great figure.

After waiting for fifteen minutes, the couple finally appeared. The man was impeccably dressed in a suit, and the girl wore a black short jumpsuit. She was about 160 centimeters tall, with good proportions—small but perfectly proportioned.

We first chose a coffee shop and chatted about all sorts of unrelated topics, with the girls discussing how they maintained their figures. After about 20 minutes, my wife asked one of the girls if they were really going to do it later. The girl, quite knowingly, started talking about her experiences and feelings about "being seen," but didn't mention wife-swapping; she also mentioned that times have changed, and many couples end up sharing rooms with them, finding it very strange—a kind of "brainwashing" process.

My wife's eyes widened, her expression incredulous, and she could only keep saying, "Huh?! Really? Really?" as the girl's explanations and experiences became increasingly exciting. I, meanwhile, kept whispering,

"See? See? I'm not the only one who's weird." After about 40 minutes, seeing that everyone had gotten to know each other and the initial awkwardness had subsided, I said,

"Shall we start the performance?" He wanted us to go upstairs and book a room first, call them to tell them the room number, and then they would go in. I figured I'd have to pay for the room myself!

Once everyone had arrived, they unhesitatingly took off their clothes and went to shower first, asking if we wanted to shower with them. My wife quickly shook her head and said, "Just watch." It was a semi-transparent frosted glass bathroom, and we could vaguely see them showering from the outside, and we could hear the woman's screams and laughter from time to time. My wife blushed and her heart was pounding, and she kept saying, "It's real! They're really going to put on a show!" After they finished showering, they went to bed first. I carefully observed them. The man wasn't fat, about 65 kilograms, and was fair-skinned. The woman was petite and slender, but her flesh was evenly distributed throughout her body. She had a good bust, probably a C-cup, and a small bottom.

We sat obediently on the sofa, eyes wide. The girl knelt facing us to her boyfriend's left, first gently licking his nipples. He closed his eyes, looking completely unfazed. She gradually moved her licking to his chest, then his lower abdomen, and finally his inner thighs, occasionally sucking on his testicles. Next, she grasped his penis and licked the frenulum beneath the glans. His penis gradually hardened; it was probably a normal size, about 12 or 13 centimeters when erect.

My wife whispered in my ear, "Not as long as yours!" I joked, "Don't let anyone hear. Just know you're happy." A minute later, the girl looked up and smiled at my wife, then began to take her boyfriend's entire penis into her mouth and move it up and down, her cheeks hollowing from the sucking. Every minute or so, she switched to her right hand, then her mouth, alternating between the two. My wife involuntarily leaned forward to see more clearly.

Gradually, the man's face began to show an expression of extreme pleasure. The girl paused and said to my wife, "You can do this to your husband in the future. Use your mouth to stimulate him while circling your tongue around the glans. I guarantee your husband will love you to death." Then she continued to perform oral sex. My wife was stunned and couldn't answer.

After about five or six minutes of this, the man got up, and the woman lay back down. He rubbed and squeezed her breasts with both hands while sucking and licking her nipples with his tongue, making "tsk tsk" sounds. Her nipples gradually became erect, but unfortunately, her areolas were a little too large and dark, which marred their beauty. Then he spread her legs and buried his face between them, gently licking her private parts.

I pulled my wife up and walked behind them so that I could see her private parts more clearly. Her labia minora were large and dark brown, with about one-fifth of the edges being even darker. It seemed she had a lot of sexual experience, which gave her a different kind of sexiness, but I didn't think her private parts were as beautiful as my wife's.

Her labia minora were now covered in saliva, one curled up while the other spread open. The man's tongue moved skillfully, sometimes on the labia, sometimes on the vaginal opening, sometimes gently biting the labia, sometimes sucking on the clitoris... making his girlfriend gasp and moan softly, her lower body twisting involuntarily, involuntarily raising her buttocks as the man sucked on her clitoris, repeatedly shouting, "That's enough, that's enough, come in!" The man ignored her and inserted two fingers into her vagina, from light to heavy, from slow to fast, repeatedly going in and out. After five minutes, his girlfriend's moans grew louder and louder.

I nudged my wife: "Are you excited?" She nodded, murmuring, "So outrageous..." I didn't know what she meant. I told her I was so hard I was about to die, and my wife reached out and gently stroked me through my casual pants, but her eyes remained fixed on them.

At this moment, the man lifted the woman's legs onto his shoulders and slowly inserted his penis into her vagina. A soft "Oh..." was heard, not from his girlfriend... but from my wife. She really had no taste of the world!

As the man gradually increased the speed of his thrusting, the woman's moans grew louder and louder. For some reason, my wife moved closer and closer to me, and her right hand began to stroke my genitals more and more heavily. I reached my hand inside her bra from behind and gently stroked her nipples and breasts. She blushed but did not object.

The girl said to my wife, "Don't be so reserved, the bed is big, you can do it next to us, it feels great to do it together!" My wife quickly retreated to the chair and said, "No need! No need!" I followed her and said, "I'm so excited! I really want to do it."

My wife looked at me apologetically and said, "Really? What should we do?" I said, "I don't know! I really want to do it." My wife looked at me helplessly and didn't say anything, then suddenly said, "How about I help you get it off with my hand?" I was already so hard I could barely stand it, and thinking that even without sex, it was fine, so I sat on the sofa and pulled my pants down halfway.

She started to slowly stroke me with her hand. My penis was already soaking wet, and when I took off my pants, I found that even my casual pants were showing some watermarks. It felt much better to be stroked by her. My hand restlessly reached into her lower body through her skirt, wow! Her panties were already soaking wet.

I slipped my fingers inside her panties from the edge and gently rubbed her clitoris. It was wet and slippery, and she hummed softly, "Mmm...mmm..." Then, as if sensing something, she shifted her body slightly to prevent the people on the bed from seeing under her skirt. I spread her thighs a little to allow my fingers more room to move.

The couple then said, "It's really okay, if you want to do it, do it in bed. Lots of people do it." My wife gently pressed my hand down and said, "Okay, okay! I'll help you." I said, "It's okay, I'm all covered up like a dumpling, no one can see anything!" She stopped trying to stop me.

I whispered, "How about using your mouth?" "No! People will see!" "So what if they see? We've already seen everything. Using your mouth is more comfortable, it's really uncomfortable!" My wife reluctantly turned around and knelt between my legs, gently taking my penis into her mouth and stroking it up and down. It felt incredibly good. Watching my penis go in and out of my wife's small mouth, especially when she was giving me oral sex in front of others, gave me a strange sense of excitement.

My hand returned to her skirt and gently touched her buttocks, but unfortunately, my arm wasn't long enough to reach her vaginal opening. I gently pulled her upper body forward, and she obediently adjusted her position, leaning forward and kneeling on the ground, her buttocks naturally sticking up, making it easier for me to touch her private parts.

I continued to gently tease and rub her clitoris with one hand, while the other hand, with ill intent, increased the pressure of stroking her buttocks, gradually lifting her mini-skirt higher and higher until at least half of her buttocks were exposed to them. Because she was focused on giving me oral sex with her back to them, she didn't notice anything amiss at the time.

I saw that the man had already stopped thrusting, and I didn't even notice whether they were finished or not. I only saw him staring intently in our direction. From the direction of his gaze, I knew he was deeply attracted by my wife's almost completely naked white buttocks under her lace thong. I was confident that there were probably few men in the world who wouldn't be attracted to my wife's raised buttocks.

My wife, with her eyes closed, was giving me oral sex while slowly swaying her hips in rhythm with the friction against her genitals. Following the direction of my caresses, I gently pulled the back strap of her thong between her buttocks a little wider, allowing my three fingers to slide up and down her genitals more quickly.

At this point, my wife's genitals were completely exposed to them. I saw the man behind my wife secretly give me a thumbs-up and point to the bed, hoping we would come over and do it. I pointed to the back of my wife's head, making a helpless expression. Perhaps

because her genitals were being touched too excitedly, my wife stopped oral sex, half-closing her eyes, her eyes hazy, her lips slightly parted, and she breathed softly, "Oh...oh..." Looking at her lips, still glistening with my semen, the area around her mouth slightly shiny from the saliva, I was burning with lust. I really wanted to tear off her clothes immediately, throw her on the bed, and have sex with her.

I quietly restored her skirt to its original position, touched her face, and softly asked, "Shall we go to bed?" She shook her head unconsciously. I said, "Your legs will go numb like this. How about we lie down on the bed and I touch you?" I helped her to the bedside. Seeing her limping, I guessed her legs were already numb. Lying on the bed, she saw the two naked people next to her, and her face turned red with embarrassment.

The woman took out a dark strip of cloth from her purse and said to my wife, "Don't be shy! If you feel nervous, just blindfold yourself and let your husband touch you. It's dark, so you can have a lot of room for imagination! You can imagine things you usually fantasize about but dare not say, it's very exciting! We're going to take a shower. You can do it if you want, we won't peek. Just call us when you're done!"

As she spoke, she wrapped the cloth around my wife's eyes, twirled it twice, and tied a knot behind her head. (I thought to myself, they're really experienced!) My wife lay on the bed, eyes closed, not saying a word, just breathing heavily. A few seconds later, I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. I asked her, "Are you done now?" She said, "Just touch me! Just take off my bra, don't take off my clothes!"

Helpless, I took off my half-undone pants, then took off her strapless bra and threw it on the chair. I then took off her thong as well. She struggled a little, and I said, "You haven't taken off your clothes or skirt, it looks exactly the same as before!" Then I quickly reached into her clothes and began to caress her, especially focusing on her clitoris and vaginal opening, and then inserted my fingers into her vagina and moved them in and out.

My wife's genitals were incredibly wet, and soon I heard moans again. I said, "Don't hold back, if you want to moan, just moan! The water is loud, they can't hear you." After touching her for a while, I flipped up her clothes and kissed her nipples. Perhaps she still heard the water, because this time she didn't object.

As the moans grew louder, I inserted my penis into her vagina from under her skirt and thrust it in and out, telling her, "Don't worry! I'll call you when they come out." A few minutes later, I saw the woman peeking out of the bathroom, and the man was pressed against the semi-transparent glass, probably peeking too. Cleverly, they hadn't turned off the water; the showerhead was still spraying.

I secretly beckoned to them, and they tiptoed out and stood by the bed to watch. I suddenly felt extremely excited and increased the speed of my thrusting. My wife also kept moaning in rhythm with the rhythm, "Oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh..."

A few minutes later, I stopped thrusting and got off the bed. I told my wife to turn over and kneel on the edge of the bed. I gently stroked her buttocks, which were now facing me and the couple beside us. Her vulva was soaking wet, and her vagina was wide open. She asked, "Why aren't you going in yet?" I said, "I'm too excited. Let's rest for a bit, or I'll ejaculate."

I stroked her for a while, then pointed at the man and then at my wife's buttocks. He stood quietly by the bed, and when I removed my hand, he quickly switched hands and continued stroking her. The sound of water running in the bathroom continued...

He had only been touching my wife's buttocks for a few seconds when he went a step further and gently inserted a finger into her hot and tight vagina, thrusting it in and out. My wife started moaning again. Her girlfriend held my penis and gently stroked it. I also half-embraced her and stroked her vulva, but my eyes never left my wife and the man.

To be honest, although his girlfriend was nice, I still preferred watching him have sex with my wife, especially seeing her moaning and writhing her hips while I wasn't the one doing it. That gave me a strange sense of excitement.

The man used his fingers to thrust in and out for nearly five minutes, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. My wife kept crying out, "Okay...no fingers...I want to use that...faster...it hurts...it feels so empty...faster...faster..." I quickly gestured to him, and after he pulled his fingers out, I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and, following her heightened emotions, said, "You little slut! You want this, right? I'll fuck you to death...fuck you to death..." while thrusting in from behind, pumping wildly.

"Is this what you want? Tell me, is it?" "Oh...oh oh oh oh oh...oh oh oh...yes...yes...oh oh...oh...so good, so good...oh oh oh oh oh...oh...oh...yes...oh oh oh..." Her snow-white, full breasts swayed violently back and forth.

"Imagine me fucking you from behind... Now there's a guy touching your breasts... sucking your nipples... sucking hard, sucking hard..." "Oh... oh..." "I'll fuck you to death... fuck you to death... tell me if it feels good?" "...Good... good... oh..." "Is it deep? Is it deep?" "So deep... oh oh oh... so deep... so good... so good... oh oh..." "Louder! I can't hear you."

"So... good... oh... oh... oh... I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum... I'm flying... oh oh oh oh oh..." "Scream louder, like you're at home, scream it out!" "Oh oh... oh... I really cum... woo... woo... oh oh... I really cum..."

"Imagine another man your type is fucking you from behind, and you're giving me oral sex at the same time... both mouths are full... isn't that great? Isn't that great..." "Oh... don't say it... don't say it... oh oh oh oh oh..." I put two fingers around her mouth from behind and stirred them around: "Think about it! Are you thinking about it? Is that great? Two people are fucking you from the front and back... aren't you excited? Tell me! Aren't you excited?" "Excited... excited... oh oh oh... yes... oh oh oh... I want to... oh..."

"Do you want to? Tell me!" "Yes... oh oh oh..." "Do you want to be fucked by two people at the same time?" "Yes..." "Do you want to?" "Oh... oh... yes... yes..." "I'll fuck you hard! That guy is fucking you hard just now... isn't that great?" "Great... oh... so exciting... don't talk about it... oh oh oh oh... I'm going to fly... oh... I'm coming..."

“Tell me you really want two people to fuck you. Tell me! Do you want to?” “…I want you two to fuck me…” “Do you really want to?” “…I really want to…” “Is it comfortable?” “So comfortable…so comfortable…oh…oh oh oh…” After about ten minutes of thrusting, I saw the woman kneeling on the floor, helping the man with his mouth. I couldn’t hold back any longer and sped up, shouting, “Oh…so comfortable…so tight and wet…I love fucking you…I love fucking you the most…I’m going to cum…I’m going to cum…”

My wife screamed hysterically, “Cum inside…cum inside…oh oh oh oh oh oh oh…I really can’t take it anymore…oh oh…” I thrust deeply into the deepest part of her vagina and ejaculated with all my might, shooting all of it into her uterus…She collapsed onto the bed, unable to breathe. I gently stroked her back, slowly waiting for her orgasm to subside, stroking her from her neck to her buttocks. The two of them were also wiping the man’s glans with toilet paper; presumably, he had also ejaculated into his girlfriend’s mouth! They wisely retreated quietly back to the bathroom.

I stroked my wife for a while, then used the sheet to wipe the sweat from her back. I softly asked, "Should we call them out? Don't keep them waiting too long." She quickly sat up, straightened her dress, and reached behind her head to untie the fabric strips: "Wait...it's so tight..." I saw two knots, so I quickly went to help her, and it took us a while to untie them.

Seeing me get out of bed, she said慌张地, "Wait a minute...let me put on my underwear first..." After she finished dressing, I went into the bathroom to call them. They came out after drying themselves off, deliberately saying, "You guys just touching each other here doesn't really enjoy it. Next time you can try doing it together, it's really exciting..." My wife sat on the edge of the bed, blushing: "We'll see next time." We walked out of the hotel together and went our separate ways. Although I didn't see him penetrate my wife's wet vagina, I knew I had taken another big step forward. With a little more time, I'll definitely succeed. Good luck to me!

Ever since that couple I met last time, I've been looking forward to having sex with them, but my wife is so hesitant and indecisive. I don't know what she's so fixated on, but while she's never explicitly objected, she's also never mentioned going to a hotel with them again. After waiting for a while, I decided to try a different approach…

I contacted the couple who work at the bank and asked their girlfriend, who runs a brokerage firm, to call my wife every day to chat about anything and everything. As they became more familiar, I started asking her to go shopping with my wife whenever she had time. Most importantly, I wanted to help her understand her perspective. Neither of us men interfered.

She's really something; my wife seems to have become her best friend. I don't ask her much about what they talked about when I come home, but I do call that woman every day to hear her reports on the progress.

In recent months, besides shopping, chatting, and having afternoon tea, they've also been shopping together for sexy lingerie and browsing adult stores. Occasionally, she'd show my wife some provocative news articles or pictures, including, of course, photos of threesomes or even group sex. During these outings, they'd often exchange opinions or make suggestive remarks to my wife. Judging from their daily reports, I felt my wife was becoming increasingly accustomed to threesomes. The prostitute said that if the atmosphere and timing were right, she guaranteed my wife wouldn't object to threesomes and might even be starting to look forward to them.

After several months of this, we felt the time was right, so she invited my wife to take a short vacation together in central and southern Taiwan, purely to relax from the stress of work. Of course, she wasn't foolish enough to bring up group sex before the trip even started.

When my wife came home, she told me she wanted to go on vacation with them. That night, I pretended not to agree immediately, just to whet her appetite. I pretended to say I needed to check my calendar at the office the next day to see if I could find the time. It wasn't until after work the next day that I told her, "No problem, we can go together." She jumped for joy, saying she hadn't had a vacation in ages.

A while ago, we took a few days off, and finally embarked on our five-day, four-night blissful trip.

People often say, "Homegrown flowers never smell as sweet as wild ones," but to be honest, after many years of dating, I'm still very satisfied with my wife. Although I've had many close girlfriends before, and I'm a playful and adventurous person, having dated many outgoing women, since being with her, I've been completely captivated by her pure, lily-like appearance and temperament. Furthermore, because she had a very strict upbringing (she was even beaten by her father for coming home too late in college, just kidding!), I've been determined to have her since I met her, and I've lost all interest in other girls. I truly love her, and although I don't know how long it will last, I believe I will always think she's the best!

I've been looking for a wife for many years, changing girlfriends over and over again. Either I felt she lacked temperament, or her figure wasn't good enough; either her breasts weren't big enough, or her legs weren't long or straight enough. And I have a strange attraction to fair-skinned girls. Her figure is truly impeccable, and her skin is so fair. When her fair buttocks are upturned towards me, I never want to be intimate with any other girl again.

It took me almost a year to win her over in school. To accommodate her naivety and conservatism, I cut off all my relationships with other women during our courtship, remaining a celibate for over a year. We only slept together after more than a year of dating. Afterwards, when I watched a trickle of blood flow down her buttocks and stained her thighs, I was moved to tears.

I've written too much and seem to have gone off-topic. If anyone is interested in the details of our deflowering, I might write a separate piece about it later.

Getting back to the point, what I want to say is that my desire to see her have sex with others doesn't mean I don't love her or am tired of her. We have a very good relationship. She's very gentle and obedient, has a beautiful voice, and I always give in to her when she's being affectionate. We've argued so many times that one hand could count them all. We love each other very much. I'm her eternal idol (although I know I have many flaws), and she'll always be the brightest star in my heart (some might find this cheesy, but it's true).

I believe that when a man sees his partner having sex with someone else, he feels extremely angry, insecure, and heartbroken. The main reason is that her "heart" has wandered; she no longer loves him. Women often "love first, then have sex," meaning they only engage in more intimate behavior after falling in love with their partner. Discovering that she no longer loves him, that her feelings have changed, or that she's about to leave him for someone else, the heartache and sadness he feels is the biggest reason why men would never allow another man to touch a hair on their wife's head.

We are different. We love each other very much, and her heart has always been with me. When I saw her having sex with someone else last time, under my half-coaxing and half-deception, the man in my eyes was just a living "vibrator." There was no emotional infidelity or cheating involved. She still loves me; it's just that I come up with all sorts of novel methods to bring extreme pleasure and excitement to our sex life. Think about it, would someone get angry or jealous about using a "vibrator" during sex to make their wife feel like she's in heaven?

Since the first incident with the masseuse, I've constantly tried to instill this "massage stick" concept in her when we exchanged thoughts, but she always thought he was truly blind. So, if I were to openly ask her for a threesome, it would probably take some time and effort.

Actually, after that day, I didn't hold any grudges against her. On the contrary, every time I made love with her, as long as the scene from that day flashed through my mind, my stamina would unconsciously increase several times over, and I would become more excited and perform better. I really felt that it was just part of sex life or discovering another sexual technique.

Getting back to the point, since that time, I've been completely immersed in this unforgettable feeling, thinking every day about how to do it again in a fresh way. Finally, I came up with a good idea...

During this period, I secretly visited many partner-swapping websites behind my wife's back. After contacting several couples privately, I found that most of the partners I wanted to swap with were not my wife's type. I recently found a couple I liked. The man worked at a bank, was in his early thirties, quite refined-looking, about 175cm tall, and slim. His girlfriend ran her own brokerage firm. They had already had seven or eight successful wife-swapping experiences.

I brought a picture of my wife and frankly told her, "I really want to, but I'm not sure if my wife will agree. We'll try to seduce her, but if it doesn't work, we won't force it and will wait for another opportunity." He was quite polite and agreed to try. We even got to know each other beforehand and rehearsed our moves.

When I got home, I told my wife that I found a couple on a website who did live sex shows. This couple was willing to perform real sex acts in front of people, allowing only one or two people to watch at a time, charging only 1000 yuan. I really wanted to go with her (of course, I was just kidding; it used to be true, but it seems like those shows don't exist anymore). She initially wanted me to go by myself, but after I persuaded her, she got excited and wanted to see how other couples were intimate and whether it was different from our situation, so after considering it, she agreed.

We arranged to meet near a hotel that day. I dressed my wife up beautifully, putting her in a white mini-skirt that revealed her very shapely, fair legs, and a light blue spaghetti-strap t-shirt. She wore no makeup, just a touch of lipstick—this was my favorite style of hers in recent years, perfectly showcasing her best features.

What others couldn't see was that I had specifically asked her to wear my favorite bright red lace thong. From the front, you could see her pubic hair, and because there was only a very thin string at the back, her entire fair buttocks were practically bare, making her incredibly sexy. Every time she wore this kind of thong, I would praise her for ages, and she would happily echo my compliments, saying, "A woman dresses up for the one she loves." I always felt a pang of regret that others wouldn't have the chance to see it, unable to share in my vanity about my wife's great figure.

After waiting for fifteen minutes, the couple finally appeared. The man was impeccably dressed in a suit, and the girl wore a black short jumpsuit. She was about 160 centimeters tall, with good proportions—small but perfectly proportioned.

We first chose a coffee shop and chatted about all sorts of unrelated topics, with the girls discussing how they maintained their figures. After about 20 minutes, my wife asked one of the girls if they were really going to do it later. The girl, quite knowingly, started talking about her experiences and feelings about "being seen," but didn't mention wife-swapping; she also mentioned that times have changed, and many couples end up sharing rooms with them, finding it very strange—a kind of "brainwashing" process.

My wife's eyes widened, her expression incredulous, and she could only keep saying, "Huh?! Really? Really?" as the girl's explanations and experiences became increasingly exciting. I, meanwhile, kept whispering,

"See? See? I'm not the only one who's weird." After about 40 minutes, seeing that everyone had gotten to know each other and the initial awkwardness had subsided, I said,

"Shall we start the performance?" He wanted us to go upstairs and book a room first, call them to tell them the room number, and then they would go in. I figured I'd have to pay for the room myself!

Once everyone had arrived, they unhesitatingly took off their clothes and went to shower first, asking if we wanted to shower with them. My wife quickly shook her head and said, "Just watch." It was a semi-transparent frosted glass bathroom, and we could vaguely see them showering from the outside, and we could hear the woman's screams and laughter from time to time. My wife blushed and her heart was pounding, and she kept saying, "It's real! They're really going to put on a show!" After they finished showering, they went to bed first. I carefully observed them. The man wasn't fat, about 65 kilograms, and was fair-skinned. The woman was petite and slender, but her flesh was evenly distributed throughout her body. She had a good bust, probably a C-cup, and a small bottom.

We sat obediently on the sofa, eyes wide. The girl knelt facing us to her boyfriend's left, first gently licking his nipples. He closed his eyes, looking completely unfazed. She gradually moved her licking to his chest, then his lower abdomen, and finally his inner thighs, occasionally sucking on his testicles. Next, she grasped his penis and licked the frenulum beneath the glans. His penis gradually hardened; it was probably a normal size, about 12 or 13 centimeters when erect.

My wife whispered in my ear, "Not as long as yours!" I joked, "Don't let anyone hear. Just know you're happy." A minute later, the girl looked up and smiled at my wife, then began to take her boyfriend's entire penis into her mouth and move it up and down, her cheeks hollowing from the sucking. Every minute or so, she switched to her right hand, then her mouth, alternating between the two. My wife involuntarily leaned forward to see more clearly.

Gradually, the man's face began to show an expression of extreme pleasure. The girl paused and said to my wife, "You can do this to your husband in the future. Use your mouth to stimulate him while circling your tongue around the glans. I guarantee your husband will love you to death." Then she continued to perform oral sex. My wife was stunned and couldn't answer.

After about five or six minutes of this, the man got up, and the woman lay back down. He rubbed and squeezed her breasts with both hands while sucking and licking her nipples with his tongue, making "tsk tsk" sounds. Her nipples gradually became erect, but unfortunately, her areolas were a little too large and dark, which marred their beauty. Then he spread her legs and buried his face between them, gently licking her private parts.

I pulled my wife up and walked behind them so that I could see her private parts more clearly. Her labia minora were large and dark brown, with about one-fifth of the edges being even darker. It seemed she had a lot of sexual experience, which gave her a different kind of sexiness, but I didn't think her private parts were as beautiful as my wife's.

Her labia minora were now covered in saliva, one curled up while the other spread open. The man's tongue moved skillfully, sometimes on the labia, sometimes on the vaginal opening, sometimes gently biting the labia, sometimes sucking on the clitoris... making his girlfriend gasp and moan softly, her lower body twisting involuntarily, involuntarily raising her buttocks as the man sucked on her clitoris, repeatedly shouting, "That's enough, that's enough, come in!" The man ignored her and inserted two fingers into her vagina, from light to heavy, from slow to fast, repeatedly going in and out. After five minutes, his girlfriend's moans grew louder and louder.

I nudged my wife: "Are you excited?" She nodded, murmuring, "So outrageous..." I didn't know what she meant. I told her I was so hard I was about to die, and my wife reached out and gently stroked me through my casual pants, but her eyes remained fixed on them.

At this moment, the man lifted the woman's legs onto his shoulders and slowly inserted his penis into her vagina. A soft "Oh..." was heard, not from his girlfriend... but from my wife. She really had no taste of the world!

As the man gradually increased the speed of his thrusting, the woman's moans grew louder and louder. For some reason, my wife moved closer and closer to me, and her right hand began to stroke my genitals more and more heavily. I reached my hand inside her bra from behind and gently stroked her nipples and breasts. She blushed but did not object.

The girl said to my wife, "Don't be so reserved, the bed is big, you can do it next to us, it feels great to do it together!" My wife quickly retreated to the chair and said, "No need! No need!" I followed her and said, "I'm so excited! I really want to do it."

My wife looked at me apologetically and said, "Really? What should we do?" I said, "I don't know! I really want to do it." My wife looked at me helplessly and didn't say anything, then suddenly said, "How about I help you get it off with my hand?" I was already so hard I could barely stand it, and thinking that even without sex, it was fine, so I sat on the sofa and pulled my pants down halfway.

She started to slowly stroke me with her hand. My penis was already soaking wet, and when I took off my pants, I found that even my casual pants were showing some watermarks. It felt much better to be stroked by her. My hand restlessly reached into her lower body through her skirt, wow! Her panties were already soaking wet.

I slipped my fingers inside her panties from the edge and gently rubbed her clitoris. It was wet and slippery, and she hummed softly, "Mmm...mmm..." Then, as if sensing something, she shifted her body slightly to prevent the people on the bed from seeing under her skirt. I spread her thighs a little to allow my fingers more room to move.

The couple then said, "It's really okay, if you want to do it, do it in bed. Lots of people do it." My wife gently pressed my hand down and said, "Okay, okay! I'll help you." I said, "It's okay, I'm all covered up like a dumpling, no one can see anything!" She stopped trying to stop me.

I whispered, "How about using your mouth?" "No! People will see!" "So what if they see? We've already seen everything. Using your mouth is more comfortable, it's really uncomfortable!" My wife reluctantly turned around and knelt between my legs, gently taking my penis into her mouth and stroking it up and down. It felt incredibly good. Watching my penis go in and out of my wife's small mouth, especially when she was giving me oral sex in front of others, gave me a strange sense of excitement.

My hand returned to her skirt and gently touched her buttocks, but unfortunately, my arm wasn't long enough to reach her vaginal opening. I gently pulled her upper body forward, and she obediently adjusted her position, leaning forward and kneeling on the ground, her buttocks naturally sticking up, making it easier for me to touch her private parts.

I continued to gently tease and rub her clitoris with one hand, while the other hand, with ill intent, increased the pressure of stroking her buttocks, gradually lifting her mini-skirt higher and higher until at least half of her buttocks were exposed to them. Because she was focused on giving me oral sex with her back to them, she didn't notice anything amiss at the time.

I saw that the man had already stopped thrusting, and I didn't even notice whether they were finished or not. I only saw him staring intently in our direction. From the direction of his gaze, I knew he was deeply attracted by my wife's almost completely naked white buttocks under her lace thong. I was confident that there were probably few men in the world who wouldn't be attracted to my wife's raised buttocks.

My wife, with her eyes closed, was giving me oral sex while slowly swaying her hips in rhythm with the friction against her genitals. Following the direction of my caresses, I gently pulled the back strap of her thong between her buttocks a little wider, allowing my three fingers to slide up and down her genitals more quickly.

At this point, my wife's genitals were completely exposed to them. I saw the man behind my wife secretly give me a thumbs-up and point to the bed, hoping we would come over and do it. I pointed to the back of my wife's head, making a helpless expression. Perhaps

because her genitals were being touched too excitedly, my wife stopped oral sex, half-closing her eyes, her eyes hazy, her lips slightly parted, and she breathed softly, "Oh...oh..." Looking at her lips, still glistening with my semen, the area around her mouth slightly shiny from the saliva, I was burning with lust. I really wanted to tear off her clothes immediately, throw her on the bed, and have sex with her.

I quietly restored her skirt to its original position, touched her face, and softly asked, "Shall we go to bed?" She shook her head unconsciously. I said, "Your legs will go numb like this. How about we lie down on the bed and I touch you?" I helped her to the bedside. Seeing her limping, I guessed her legs were already numb. Lying on the bed, she saw the two naked people next to her, and her face turned red with embarrassment.

The woman took out a dark strip of cloth from her purse and said to my wife, "Don't be shy! If you feel nervous, just blindfold yourself and let your husband touch you. It's dark, so you can have a lot of room for imagination! You can imagine things you usually fantasize about but dare not say, it's very exciting! We're going to take a shower. You can do it if you want, we won't peek. Just call us when you're done!"

As she spoke, she wrapped the cloth around my wife's eyes, twirled it twice, and tied a knot behind her head. (I thought to myself, they're really experienced!) My wife lay on the bed, eyes closed, not saying a word, just breathing heavily. A few seconds later, I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. I asked her, "Are you done now?" She said, "Just touch me! Just take off my bra, don't take off my clothes!"

Helpless, I took off my half-undone pants, then took off her strapless bra and threw it on the chair. I then took off her thong as well. She struggled a little, and I said, "You haven't taken off your clothes or skirt, it looks exactly the same as before!" Then I quickly reached into her clothes and began to caress her, especially focusing on her clitoris and vaginal opening, and then inserted my fingers into her vagina and moved them in and out.

My wife's genitals were incredibly wet, and soon I heard moans again. I said, "Don't hold back, if you want to moan, just moan! The water is loud, they can't hear you." After touching her for a while, I flipped up her clothes and kissed her nipples. Perhaps she still heard the water, because this time she didn't object.

As the moans grew louder, I inserted my penis into her vagina from under her skirt and thrust it in and out, telling her, "Don't worry! I'll call you when they come out." A few minutes later, I saw the woman peeking out of the bathroom, and the man was pressed against the semi-transparent glass, probably peeking too. Cleverly, they hadn't turned off the water; the showerhead was still spraying.

I secretly beckoned to them, and they tiptoed out and stood by the bed to watch. I suddenly felt extremely excited and increased the speed of my thrusting. My wife also kept moaning in rhythm with the rhythm, "Oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh..."

A few minutes later, I stopped thrusting and got off the bed. I told my wife to turn over and kneel on the edge of the bed. I gently stroked her buttocks, which were now facing me and the couple beside us. Her vulva was soaking wet, and her vagina was wide open. She asked, "Why aren't you going in yet?" I said, "I'm too excited. Let's rest for a bit, or I'll ejaculate."

I stroked her for a while, then pointed at the man and then at my wife's buttocks. He stood quietly by the bed, and when I removed my hand, he quickly switched hands and continued stroking her. The sound of water running in the bathroom continued...

He had only been touching my wife's buttocks for a few seconds when he went a step further and gently inserted a finger into her hot and tight vagina, thrusting it in and out. My wife started moaning again. Her girlfriend held my penis and gently stroked it. I also half-embraced her and stroked her vulva, but my eyes never left my wife and the man.

To be honest, although his girlfriend was nice, I still preferred watching him have sex with my wife, especially seeing her moaning and writhing her hips while I wasn't the one doing it. That gave me a strange sense of excitement.

The man used his fingers to thrust in and out for nearly five minutes, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. My wife kept crying out, "Okay...no fingers...I want to use that...faster...it hurts...it feels so empty...faster...faster..." I quickly gestured to him, and after he pulled his fingers out, I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and, following her heightened emotions, said, "You little slut! You want this, right? I'll fuck you to death...fuck you to death..." while thrusting in from behind, pumping wildly.

"Is this what you want? Tell me, is it?" "Oh...oh oh oh oh oh...oh oh oh...yes...yes...oh oh...oh...so good, so good...oh oh oh oh oh...oh...oh...yes...oh oh oh..." Her snow-white, full breasts swayed violently back and forth.

"Imagine me fucking you from behind... Now there's a guy touching your breasts... sucking your nipples... sucking hard, sucking hard..." "Oh... oh..." "I'll fuck you to death... fuck you to death... tell me if it feels good?" "...Good... good... oh..." "Is it deep? Is it deep?" "So deep... oh oh oh... so deep... so good... so good... oh oh..." "Louder! I can't hear you."

"So... good... oh... oh... oh... I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum... I'm flying... oh oh oh oh oh..." "Scream louder, like you're at home, scream it out!" "Oh oh... oh... I really cum... woo... woo... oh oh... I really cum..."

"Imagine another man your type is fucking you from behind, and you're giving me oral sex at the same time... both mouths are full... isn't that great? Isn't that great..." "Oh... don't say it... don't say it... oh oh oh oh oh..." I put two fingers around her mouth from behind and stirred them around: "Think about it! Are you thinking about it? Is that great? Two people are fucking you from the front and back... aren't you excited? Tell me! Aren't you excited?" "Excited... excited... oh oh oh... yes... oh oh oh... I want to... oh..."

"Do you want to? Tell me!" "Yes... oh oh oh..." "Do you want to be fucked by two people at the same time?" "Yes..." "Do you want to?" "Oh... oh... yes... yes..." "I'll fuck you hard! That guy is fucking you hard just now... isn't that great?" "Great... oh... so exciting... don't talk about it... oh oh oh oh... I'm going to fly... oh... I'm coming..."

“Tell me you really want two people to fuck you. Tell me! Do you want to?” “…I want you two to fuck me…” “Do you really want to?” “…I really want to…” “Is it comfortable?” “So comfortable…so comfortable…oh…oh oh oh…” After about ten minutes of thrusting, I saw the woman kneeling on the floor, helping the man with his mouth. I couldn’t hold back any longer and sped up, shouting, “Oh…so comfortable…so tight and wet…I love fucking you…I love fucking you the most…I’m going to cum…I’m going to cum…”

My wife screamed hysterically, “Cum inside…cum inside…oh oh oh oh oh oh oh…I really can’t take it anymore…oh oh…” I thrust deeply into the deepest part of her vagina and ejaculated with all my might, shooting all of it into her uterus…She collapsed onto the bed, unable to breathe. I gently stroked her back, slowly waiting for her orgasm to subside, stroking her from her neck to her buttocks. The two of them were also wiping the man’s glans with toilet paper; presumably, he had also ejaculated into his girlfriend’s mouth! They wisely retreated quietly back to the bathroom.

I stroked my wife for a while, then used the sheet to wipe the sweat from her back. I softly asked, "Should we call them out? Don't keep them waiting too long." She quickly sat up, straightened her dress, and reached behind her head to untie the fabric strips: "Wait...it's so tight..." I saw two knots, so I quickly went to help her, and it took us a while to untie them.

Seeing me get out of bed, she said慌张地, "Wait a minute...let me put on my underwear first..." After she finished dressing, I went into the bathroom to call them. They came out after drying themselves off, deliberately saying, "You guys just touching each other here doesn't really enjoy it. Next time you can try doing it together, it's really exciting..." My wife sat on the edge of the bed, blushing: "We'll see next time." We walked out of the hotel together and went our separate ways. Although I didn't see him penetrate my wife's wet vagina, I knew I had taken another big step forward. With a little more time, I'll definitely succeed. Good luck to me!

Ever since that couple I met last time, I've been looking forward to having sex with them, but my wife is so hesitant and indecisive. I don't know what she's so fixated on, but while she's never explicitly objected, she's also never mentioned going to a hotel with them again. After waiting for a while, I decided to try a different approach…

I contacted the couple who work at the bank and asked their girlfriend, who runs a brokerage firm, to call my wife every day to chat about anything and everything. As they became more familiar, I started asking her to go shopping with my wife whenever she had time. Most importantly, I wanted to help her understand her perspective. Neither of us men interfered.

She's really something; my wife seems to have become her best friend. I don't ask her much about what they talked about when I come home, but I do call that woman every day to hear her reports on the progress.

In recent months, besides shopping, chatting, and having afternoon tea, they've also been shopping together for sexy lingerie and browsing adult stores. Occasionally, she'd show my wife some provocative news articles or pictures, including, of course, photos of threesomes or even group sex. During these outings, they'd often exchange opinions or make suggestive remarks to my wife. Judging from their daily reports, I felt my wife was becoming increasingly accustomed to threesomes. The prostitute said that if the atmosphere and timing were right, she guaranteed my wife wouldn't object to threesomes and might even be starting to look forward to them.

After several months of this, we felt the time was right, so she invited my wife to take a short vacation together in central and southern Taiwan, purely to relax from the stress of work. Of course, she wasn't foolish enough to bring up group sex before the trip even started.

When my wife came home, she told me she wanted to go on vacation with them. That night, I pretended not to agree immediately, just to whet her appetite. I pretended to say I needed to check my calendar at the office the next day to see if I could find the time. It wasn't until after work the next day that I told her, "No problem, we can go together." She jumped for joy, saying she hadn't had a vacation in ages.

A while ago, we took a few days off, and finally embarked on our five-day, four-night blissful trip.

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