The feeling of having an affair with my wife

With nothing to do on the weekend, and the early summer weather clear and sunny in early June, my wife and I decided to visit a nearby ancient city.
This ancient city was a place I often visited with my elders as a child for outings and pilgrimages, but I've gone there less often since. One reason is that I'm so familiar with it that I've lost the motivation to explore it.
Another reason is that even when I have free time, I always want to fly far and wide to see the world and broaden my horizons. Therefore, I've gradually drifted away from that ancient city.
However, the reason I went with my wife this time was because a friend told me that the ancient city has been completely transformed.
To promote development, the old city was rebuilt and a new city was constructed next to it. It's changing rapidly, changing every day, and has undergone a major transformation in three years. This has attracted overseas merchants to flock to this fertile land to build businesses and make a living.
This has delighted the local government officials. So, they followed up by building a commercial street specifically for the foreign merchants' residential area.
Although it's called a commercial street, that short stretch of just over two hundred meters is lined with bars and nightclubs of all sizes, one after another. At night, neon lights flash, crowds throng, a bustling scene resembling a red-light district.
Seeing is believing, as they say. My friend's words intrigued me, and my wife and I decided to visit.
Some might wonder: why is your wife so enthusiastic about a place for men?
Actually, my wife is just as playful as I am.
We've been married for years, our sex life is perfect, and we're very loving. The reason lies in a pre-marital understanding—everyone has their own rules. Therefore, she has her male friends, and I have my female friends. This way, my wife and I get along peacefully and comfortably.
Perhaps some might ask: if that's the case, then what if your wife has affairs, and you just let it go?
On this point, I want to say that society is developing, humanity is progressing, and people's ideas should also change. Although the feminist movement has not yet reached its peak, and this society is still a patriarchal one, since men and women are equal, and even in some areas women are more successful than men, then what right do men have to prevent women from doing what they also want to do? To put it bluntly, since men can have affairs and be promiscuous, can you expect women to remain chaste and stay single? Perhaps some people think that in today's society, cuckoldry is rampant. But personally, I think that apart from certain professions that require cuckoldry, I no longer see anyone being cuckolded. My
fallacy is open to discussion among fellow sex enthusiasts. However, the fact that my wife and I are equal in our sexual relations and consider all aspects is undeniable.
Of course, I did have a reason for bringing my wife along this time. First, to reward her, after all, she has been busy for a long time and is a bit tired, so going out for a walk and relaxing is good for her. Secondly, I could also take this opportunity to observe my wife's preferences for men, laying the foundation and accumulating experience for future group sex.
Enough of the small talk, let's get to the point.
That weekend, my wife and I drove to the new street in the old city. Upon arrival, we realized it was still early, and the shops weren't open yet. My wife and I looked at each other and laughed, both feeling a bit impatient.
So we found a hotel near the new street to rest for a while. After dinner, my wife washed up and dressed, and around 8 pm, we arrived at the brightly lit commercial street.
Contrary to my friend's description, the street wasn't crowded. Apart from a few Japanese-looking men loitering in front of some nightclubs, there didn't seem to be many people on the street.
Since it was our first time there, my wife and I carefully selected a Japanese-style bar that looked rather sophisticated, as our go-to spot for a casual fling.
Stepping inside the not-so-large bar, we were immediately struck by its brightness. The bar wasn't dark and gloomy; instead, it was brightly lit. In the spacious hall, dozens of guests were scattered throughout, sitting on the floor.
What caught my eye again were the girls flirting and teasing beside the guests.
Clearly, these girls were prostitutes employed by the bar. Under the bright lights, the girls were all dressed in thin, short, strappy dresses, their breasts and backs exposed, a tantalizing display of flesh.
Seeing my wife and I enter, a handsome, tall young waiter approached from the bar.
He bowed slightly and asked softly, "Are you dining here, sir and madam?"
"Oh, no, we've already eaten. We just came to sit for a bit," I replied absentmindedly. My eyes were fixed on a plump woman, whose breasts were being lewdly fondled by a customer.
"Then... please follow me, sir and madam."
The waiter, who looked a bit like a gigolo, led the way, his hand lightly caressing my wife's bare, plump, white arm. My wife, surprisingly, allowed his woman-like fingers to tease and grope her body, then leaned against the waiter, who seemed to have a crush on her, her face flushed.
Damn! My wife seems quite uninhibited in front of me today! Does she like pretty boys?
...
The lobby was quite large; I walked around for a while, looking at everything.
At the end, the waiter lifted a wide curtain, leading my wife and me to a quiet spot. It turned out that the end of the lobby led to another wide corridor, with a dozen or so Japanese-style private rooms of varying sizes on either side.
Opening the sliding door, we saw that the room my wife and I had chosen was decorated very warmly and comfortably. A floor lamp cast a soft light. The tableware and furnishings were all complete.
My wife and I had just taken off our shoes and sat down when the waiter, with lecherous eyes, looked at her and asked, "What would you like, madam?"
Damn it! This bastard has no manners. He didn't even ask what I needed before starting to flirt with my wife.
"Hmm..." Sure enough, my wife blushed and was embarrassed to answer.
"No rush! Call the boss first." My voice sounded a little stiff.
As I spoke, I stole a glance at my wife. Her almond-shaped eyes, already brimming with lust, were now gazing affectionately at the waiter.
Damn it! Madam! Aren't you a little too hasty? For some reason, I felt a bit annoyed.
"Alright, please rest a bit, sir and madam. I'll go get our boss."
As the duck-like waiter bowed and left the private room, he didn't forget to give my wife a deep, affectionate look. My wife, blushing from his lecherous gaze, shyly lowered her head.
Damn it! Had my wife been groped by this waiter just moments after we walked in?
Although my wife and I have each slept with men before, we've never actually been intimate together. I never expected to feel jealous of my wife's flirtatious behavior towards other men, and it made me feel quite embarrassed.
I gave my wife an awkward smile.
"What? Are you jealous?" My wife's flushed face showed a hint of reproach.
"No, I'm not jealous at all! We came here today to have a good time, didn't we?"
"Then why are you jealous? Honey! I didn't know you'd care so much. If you feel uncomfortable, we can leave after a while!"
"No. Since we're here, let's make the best of it. I think there's bound to be a good show today!"
"Pah! You men are all the same! You all want to see your wives with other men..."
The lady was too shy to continue. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were filled with lust, and her high breasts under her ribbon dress began to sway.
My wife's shy appearance at this moment made my heart flutter. I had never seen her so alluring and seductive when I was having sex with her.
"That boy touched you just now? I'm getting excited.
" "Mmm..." The lady's voice was very soft, and her pair of fair and delicate hands began to play with the small ornaments on the table.
"How was it? Exciting, isn't it? You seem really horny today!"
"I don't know what's wrong with me today? Maybe it's because I'm about to have my period? My body seems especially sensitive. Just now, I was walking behind you with him, and when he saw you looking around at other people, he took the opportunity to slip his hand under your skirt and pinch my buttocks. He made me feel hot, and I even started to bleed..."
As she spoke, a fragrant scent wafted over. Turning around, I saw a voluptuous and beautiful young woman walk into the private room.
Like my wife, she wore a black silk halter-neck dress, which accentuated her full, white body. Most of her large, plump breasts were exposed; she wasn't wearing a bra, and the prominent nipples were clearly visible. Her thighs, also exposed, were shapely, white, and plump, no less beautiful than my wife's.
However, I was somewhat disappointed that this woman had a slightly strong air of prostitution.
My intuition told me this woman wasn't the boss or the boss's wife; she was probably a madam.
"Hello, sir and madam, I'm the madam here. Please tell me your requests, and I'll definitely fulfill them."
Sure enough, my judgment was still sharp. Although I wasn't entirely satisfied with the madam's somewhat worldly air, her soft, gentle voice was very pleasant to listen to.
"This is my first time here with my wife, please take good care of us, madam," I said, glancing at the madam's ample lower body, exposed by her thin thong, as she sat on the tatami mat, feigning humility.
"Oh, oh, sir, you flatter me. You and your wife are out together, and I wonder what you'd like to do? Could you tell me?"
The madam, seeing me staring lustfully at her almost naked lower body, knew her deliberately exposed, snow-white flesh had already attracted a man's attention. So, she deliberately tugged at her thong, which already revealed a few pubic hairs, and asked in a flirtatious manner.
"So! What fun things do you have here?!" Suddenly, my wife's angry voice rang out from the private room.
I quickly turned to look at her. I saw her beautiful almond-shaped eyes slightly open, staring at the madam who was flirting with me with what I considered disdain.
I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, "My dear wife, you're jealous too!"
"Madam, what do you want to do? I can handle it all," the madam immediately reverted to her usual self, pulling at her skirt that barely concealed her panties, and answered my wife's question with a straight face.
Hearing the madam's answer, my wife felt a little embarrassed. It seemed somewhat unreasonable for a woman to make such a sexual request.
Of course, this was the perfect opportunity for a man to speak.
"How about this, call in the young master who brought us in, and also call a young lady over so I can take a look." I knew my wife had already taken a liking to the male waiter who had flirted with her, and I could take my time getting into the mood—ladies first, right?
I glanced back at my wife, intending to ask for her opinion again. I saw her lower her head, shyly fiddling with the decorations on the table, remaining silent. I knew my wife had agreed.
The madam looked at me reluctantly and slowly left the private room. Damn! Her voluptuous white flesh was quite alluring.
A moment later, the madam returned with the waiter and a young lady.
"Sir, would you like to see this young lady? She hasn't been here long." It seemed this madam knew the rules; after all, this was a place for men.
Just then, I saw the waiter, beaming with delight, sit down next to my wife, one hand hastily wrapping around her waist.
Damn it! He was so brazen!
But then I suddenly realized this place seemed perfectly safe. Otherwise, the people here wouldn't be so unrestrained. Of course, if we were to do something in the private room later, I wondered if it would cause any disturbance.
"Sir, do you want me?" Just as I was lost in thought, the girl I had ignored spoke up.
"Oh, sorry, please sit down."
The girl's looks were only average, but her skin was very healthy, white with a rosy glow. Her breasts weren't large, but her whole body was plump and fleshy. Especially her exposed toes, which were beautifully shaped, white and tender, looking very sensual in transparent high-heeled sandals. Not bad, she's my type.
"Sir, what would you like to drink?" The voluptuous girl sat down and snuggled into my arms, asking in a coquettish voice.
Holy crap! A pro.
Seeing that I nodded for her, the girl seemed a little smug, immediately asking me to buy the drinks. Holy crap!
But the girl's fragrant white flesh pressed against me made my thing in my pants start to get hard.
I said to my mother, who was still standing outside the door, greedily admiring the scene of spring in the room, "Mommy, how about this, could you please get me a bottle of sake, something old?"
"Oh, okay, okay,"
my mother reluctantly swayed her round, fleshy, white buttocks as she walked out. I knew in my heart that my mother had her eye on me. Because, based on her experience with women, she should be able to tell that I was someone who frequented the brothels, not to mention that I was quite handsome.
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"Ouch, could you be a little gentler?" Wasn't that my wife's soft, seductive voice?
I, who was stroking the plump buttocks of the little sister lying on top of me, suddenly looked up in my wife's direction.
I saw that my wife's hair was now disheveled, and her delicate face was flushed. Her two fleshy lips were being greedily plundered by the male servant. And one of the male servant's somewhat feminine hands had already reached into my wife's lower body. Although her skirt covered her, I knew the male servant's hands were definitely lewdly groping my wife's tender, wet vulva, which was oozing with lustful fluids.
"Oh, you're so good at this. You've made me so horny. Oh!..." My wife's almond eyes were tightly closed, and she let out another lewd moan.
After all, this was the first time I had seen my wife being played with by another man in front of me, panting and moaning. A strong sense of jealousy rose up from the depths of my heart. But at the same time, I felt that this lewd and exciting scene was exactly what my wife and I had been dreaming of.
My crotch quickly swelled. I hurriedly unzipped my pants, exposing my engorged, slightly smelly penis to the air.
I grabbed the little girl's snow-white neck and pressed her against my crotch, indicating that she should give me oral sex. The little girl
was inexperienced, and at this moment, she seemed to be infected by my wife's lewd behavior. The lewd scene of multiple partners also stimulated her lust to a high degree. When I inserted my fingers into her almost white tiger-like little pussy and dug around, I found that her vagina was already overflowing with lust.
The young woman was quite professional. After a while of oral sex, seeing how aroused I was by seeing my wife being played with by another man, she obsequiously took off her tank top and bra. Then, she cupped her two plump, white breasts, with their nipples still indented, and let me suckle. After a while, seeing that I was becoming distracted again, she bent down and used her fleshy, white breasts to clamp my penis, beginning to give me a blowjob.
I was overjoyed. Although this young woman had just come from the countryside to work, she was clearly very clever. And judging from the tightness of her vagina as I explored it with my fingers, she was still a novice. Her vulva was still pink, and her anus was tight and tender, indicating that it hadn't been ravaged by many men. It seemed I had to put in some effort today, otherwise I wouldn't be able to be the pioneer of her delicate anus.
Thinking of all this, I couldn't help but dab my hand with her flowing vaginal fluid and smear it on her pink, tightly closed anus.
"Oh! Oh! Sir, please, please don't touch me there! It's so sore and swollen from what you've done. Oh! Oh!"
The little girl's vagina was overflowing with vaginal fluid. The almost transparent secretions, like a bursting dam, burst forth from the gap between her slightly parted, thick labia. Under the constant thrusting and pulling of my two fingers, it flowed down her smooth, plump thighs onto the tatami mat. The
not-so-large Japanese-style private room was now filled with the lewd sounds of a woman. And in the humid air, there was a strong, sour smell of female bodily fluids.
Damn! I really didn't expect that this lewd scene would feel so stimulating and exciting to me! Perhaps this was because it was my first time being lewd with a woman like her? "
...
Madam, your skin is so white and smooth, and your breasts are so big and plump. Madam, do you like it when I touch you like this? Oh, Madam, I like you so much. Can you touch me here too? Do you like my penis?"
The little girl who was having sex with my breasts couldn't help but look up and laugh when she heard the male servant's coquettish voice. I also turned my head and looked in the direction where my wife was having sex.
Damn! I saw my wife's pretty face was flushed, and her almond eyes were closed. The silk low-cut dress that she had specially worn that night had been pulled up to her neck by the male servant, and her thin bra had fallen to the side on the tatami. The two plump and tender breasts on my wife's originally snow-white and high breasts were now pink from being kneaded by the male servant.
Damn! Don't underestimate this young man, he has a way with women. To be honest, my wife has seen quite a few men, but I never expected her to be so out of control today, completely manipulated by this young man. It seems she's really taken a liking to this pretty boy.
Oh, right, I remember now, these are my wife's ovulation period! I know that during ovulation, her body becomes extremely sensitive. Once a man touches her, she becomes soft and pliable, incredibly seductive. I've tasted that pleasure before. And now, under that male servant's lewd manipulation, I can say with certainty that in a little while, she'll be like a ball of flesh, pressed between his legs, moaning and groaning, experiencing ecstasy!
Sure enough, the male servant glanced in my direction, saw I was busy with my "work," and then turned around and pressed my wife's voluptuous body onto the tatami mat. He unzipped his pants and dragged my wife's delicate hands into his crotch. He then leaned over my wife's pink breasts, taking turns sucking on her two nipples, which were rapidly swelling with blood.
Being so lewdly played with by the male servant, my wife, though incredibly aroused, must have sensed that her current wanton state was inappropriate for me; she feared I couldn't accept it.
Although I knew her extremely seductive moans and wanton displays were a way for her to seduce men, this was, after all, the first time she had been exposed to me in this state of wantonness while being played with by a man!
Therefore, when the male servant extended his tongue to attack her plump, wet vulva, I saw my wife begin to struggle. She raised her two long, voluptuous thighs, gesturing wildly in front of the male servant, seemingly trying to resist the man's invasion of her private parts.
But was it possible?
I knew very well. At this moment, my wife was burning with intense lust. At this moment, my wife was tormented by intense shame and transgression. How long could she hold out?
Sure enough, the lady struggled while glancing in my direction. When she saw the young girl kneeling before me, desperately sucking on my swollen, purplish glans, she closed her lustful, almond-shaped eyes.
My lady's two slender, lotus-root-like arms merely offered a token resistance before embracing the male servant's head. Immediately afterward, her full, fleshy body went limp on the tatami mat like a fleshy cushion, and her plump, juicy vulva was instantly possessed by the male servant's greedy tongue.
Perhaps the male servant thought my lady and I were just having an affair, because, disregarding my presence, he reached out and pressed my lady's two long, plump thighs into a large "M" shape. Instantly, a splash of bright red from my lady's vulva was exposed to everyone's eyes. The male servant leaned down, continuing to frantically tease and suck on my wife's two plump, engorged labia majora with his tongue, while kneading her large, pearl-like clitoris, which had emerged from her vulva, with his fingers.
My wife could no longer resist, especially since these past few days had been her ovulation period, making her extremely sensitive.
Being so lewdly played with by the man before her, my wife was truly driven mad with lust!
Her snow-white body flushed pink with desire. Her full figure began to tremble violently.
Her two large, plump breasts rose and fell with the violent movements of her body, creating waves of milk. Her exposed, white toes began to twitch enticingly.
...
"Oh! I can't take it anymore, I'm so horny! Oh! My little husband! Quick! Quick! Come in! I want it!..." My wife finally couldn't hold back any longer and let out a lewd signal. Holy crap!
Was my wife asking me to fuck her? Or was she asking the male servant who was playing with her to fuck her?
It was impossible to know! But I knew in my heart that as a woman, when her lust is overwhelming, all she needs is a man to help her release her intense desire! It doesn't matter if it's her own man or another man.
That male servant certainly knew how to play with women. Seeing my wife aroused and out of control by his teasing, he reached out and tightly pinched my wife's two engorged nipples, forcing her mouth wide open and her moans coming incessantly. He quickly slurped up a mouthful of filthy saliva and, while passionately kissing my wife, shoved it into her fragrant little mouth.
At this moment, my wife was so aroused that she was practically delirious. Not only did she not refuse this act that I found utterly disgusting, but she willingly embraced the male servant's head, opened her fragrant little mouth, and drank the stinky saliva in one gulp. She even extended her delicate tongue for the male servant to taste.
I fucking idiot! The tender, fresh flesh that I usually only enjoyed was now lying naked in another man's arms. And he was groping and playing with her so wantonly, driving her to such a lewd and unrestrained state.
Faced with this extremely stimulating and depraved scene, the bitterness in my heart surged up again. Now I finally understand that to have fun and go too far, one must not only pay the price with one's own wife's body, but also overcome the chasm of one's own psychological barriers.
Because my wife and I used to fight our own battles, out of sight, out of mind, I never felt this kind of bitterness. But today, facing my wife's loss of virginity, I have so many feelings, and I think it's understandable, because my wife is, after all, my closest person. It's strange not to feel resentment when your woman is being violated and played with by another man in front of you!
Seeing this, some readers might chuckle and say, "Since you claim to be a master of the art of lovemaking, aren't you afraid
of your wife's infidelity? How about now? Aren't you just as jealous?" I apologize, everyone. As I mentioned earlier, it's because my wife and I have always operated independently, never engaging in intimate acts together. Today, as this is the first time I've witnessed my wife's loss of virginity, that I have so many feelings. At the same time, I believe that now that everything is a reality, and my wife and I have overcome this psychological barrier, the future is bright. Of course, in this matter, I've found that my wife is more open than I am. She can fully release her desires, thus gaining immense mental and physical satisfaction. This demonstrates that women's physical reactions are much stronger than men's, and it also shows that once a woman breaks free from moral constraints, she becomes an easy target for men. "
Oh
! Baby, hurry! Put it in! Please, please put it in! I want it! Oh! I want it now!"
My wife lay limp on the tatami, her two plump, pink thighs hoisted onto the male servant's shoulders. The servant held his thick, long penis, teasing my wife's overflowing, tender vulva with the glans, which was engorged and glistening with blood.
Seeing my wife's unbearable arousal, her two plump thighs tightly wrapped around his waist and pulled him towards his lower body, the servant knew that my wife had been aroused to the extreme of lust. But this guy only used the glans to pry open my wife's two thick labia, rubbing her clitoris, which was almost transparent from excessive engorgement, but refused to penetrate my wife's vagina, making my wife beg for mercy incessantly.
"Oh! Baby, please. Hurry up and put it in! Oh! Hurry up and put it in! I, I'm so horny!"
Just as I was about to remind the guy not to be too reckless, I saw the male servant's penis suddenly plunge deeply into my wife's already red and hot vagina.
"Ah!" I heard my wife scream, and then she fell silent.
I knew that my wife had been played with by that male servant for too long, and her extremely sensitive body could no longer withstand such intense stimulation. And this sudden deep penetration of the penis must have touched her hidden flower core again. You can imagine how my wife's sensitive body could resist such a sudden and intense stimulation. A brief unconsciousness after climax was inevitable.
...
There was a soft knock on the door.
"Are you done? Can I come in?" It was the madam's soft Wu dialect.
Hearing the voice, the male servant quickly got up and hurriedly straightened my wife's clothes, which had been messed up by him. Then, I lifted my wife's limp body, which he had just violated, and held her tightly in my arms. I kept kissing her fleshy lips and breathing air into her mouth.
The young woman who had been giving me oral and breast sex hurriedly put on the bra and tank top she had just taken off.
"Sir, look...we..." the young woman asked, looking hesitant. She asked me while fastening her bra.
"It's okay, we'll play later," I replied, holding her in my arms.
I knew that the young woman, seeing that I hadn't ejaculated yet, was driven by her professional ethics to want to know my next move as soon as possible. Little did she know that I was going to penetrate her tender anus later! How could I so easily hand over my private food to her?
Mommy gently opened the sliding door a little and poked her head in.
"Mommy, come in! Our first game just ended, and we're waiting for you to buy us drinks!"
I saw Mommy looking at my wife's awkward expression and wanted to ease the somewhat tense atmosphere.
I hadn't expected the younger children here to be so afraid of Mommy.
"Jian, the boss wants you to come to the bar." Mommy said to the waiter as she pushed open the door.
"Oh, okay. Can you wait a bit? Can't you see my wife is tired?"
The waiter named Jian was quite professional. Seeing my wife's soft body nestled in his arms, still with her eyes closed and silent, he hugged her tightly. He vigorously kneaded my wife's plump, white buttocks, which were not yet fully covered, while kissing her fair neck.
Although Mommy urged him to wake up, Jian insisted on doing so, so everyone could only watch from the sidelines. Watching the male servant fondle, pinch, lick, and suck on my wife's body
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"Oh, so comfortable." My wife finally awoke from the servant's constant caresses and kisses.
In her hazy state, she seemed to see everyone watching her, so she pushed away the servant's embrace and sat up straight. Then, with a shy expression, she lowered her head and began to straighten her clothes.
"Alright, Madam has recovered, you can go now," the madam urged the servant.
"Madam, you rest for a bit, I'll come back to serve you later." Before leaving, the servant didn't forget to give my wife's full, high breasts a squeeze.
"Go away! Who needs you! You've made me..." My wife saw everyone staring at her and laughing, and her pale face, which had been flushed from being raped by the servant, flushed again. She was too shy to continue.
While pulling the ribbon of her short skirt that had slipped off her arm to her shoulder, she looked around as if searching for something.
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