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My wife and I were high school classmates. From dating to marriage, we were together for four years. My wife is of average height and build, with a pretty face—the kind of woman everyone would say, "Hmm, quite pretty." We were both born in rural areas, but by the time we got married, we were already living in a large provincial capital. Perhaps because of our backgrounds, we are both very traditional, so during our four years together, nothing too outrageous happened until two days before our wedding, when we finally consummated our marriage. We were very happy after marriage. She devoted herself to the household and took meticulous care of me; I loved her deeply.

For the first two years of our marriage, our sex life was quite ordinary, evolving from initial passion to a state of calm. Until one night—

after getting into bed, we talked about the news. We discussed a woman in the newspaper who was raped and insisted on reporting it. Her husband, fearing embarrassment, wouldn't let her report it. However, the woman was furious and secretly reported it to the police. The incident became a public scandal, and the husband, feeling ashamed, sent his wife back to her parents' home, ending their marriage. As we chatted, my wife suddenly asked me, "If I were... you know... what would you do?"

An image immediately flashed in my mind: a man on top of her, his thick, dark penis thrusting wildly into her, while she desperately struggled, hitting the man... Thinking of this, I felt a strange urge. I turned and picked her up, saying, "So... what would you do?" One hand began to caress her breasts. Her face flushed, and she said, thinking, "I would... um... I'm not sure, maybe... I would... listen to you." My hand had already slid down to her genitals, past the pubic hair, and found it was already wet. I smiled mischievously and said, "I've heard that women have fantasies about being raped, have you ever?" My wife punched me lightly, "Who said that? You men just love to think about these things." I gently touched her clitoris and said, "Then why are you all wet down there when you mention it?" My wife became even more shy, turning over and hugging me, saying repeatedly, "You're so bad, so bad." My penis was also incredibly hard, so I got up and pressed myself against her, thrusting in hard. My wife let out a soft moan and sighed, "Ah...so hard!" The image of my wife being raped flashed through my mind again, and this image excited me immensely. After a few thrusts, I slowed down and asked her, "Tell the truth, have you ever thought about having sex with other men?" My wife was clearly engrossed, and her shyness only intensified when she heard my question. "No... I... I haven't," she said. I teased her, stopping my movements and saying, "If you don't tell the truth, I won't move anymore." My wife was in the heat of the moment, and seeing my question, she seemed a little anxious. She said, "Then... don't be angry when I tell you." I said, "Of course." She stammered, "Sometimes... I've thought about it." I quickly asked, "With whom?" "With... with... oh, I won't say anymore." I resumed my rapid thrusting, saying, "Tell me, it's okay, I won't be angry, tell me!" My wife was now panting heavily, having abandoned her shyness and reservations. "I've thought about... about having sex with that... that Xiao Lu from your workplace and... Song Ming from our workplace." Ah, so that's it! Xiao Lu and Song Ming had only been to my house a few times. Both of them were the strong type and quite handsome. It turned out that my wife had actually considered having sex with them. I never imagined my usually dignified and quiet wife would have such desires. Strangely enough, instead of feeling uncomfortable hearing her words, I became even more excited. Looking at my equally excited wife, I felt an unprecedented thrill.

I continued to ask her, "How do you want them to do you?"

My wife, completely uninhibited in her excitement, said lasciviously, "I want...I want their dicks...inserting into me, forcefully...inserting, from the front...from the back...so powerful...so...comfortable!"

I felt myself about to climax; the pleasure was unparalleled. I said, "Then let them do you. I am Xiao Lu, I am Song Ming, and they are...fucking you."

My wife was also at her peak of excitement, shouting, "Come on...Xiao Lu...come on, Song Ming...fuck me! I want you...let you fuck me!"

A surge of heat erupted within me, and my wife tensed her body, moaning ecstatically. We both climaxed simultaneously.

We lay down, utterly exhausted, the unprecedented pleasure leaving us with an unprecedented fatigue. A moment later, my wife rested her head on my chest and whispered, "Honey, just now... I... I..."

I knew what she was thinking; she was afraid I might have a bad impression of her. I smiled, gently stroked her hair, and said, "It's nothing. It doesn't matter what you say or think in bed. It's not real. As long as we're both comfortable, that's all that matters."

My wife hugged me tightly and said, "Honey, you're so good to me."

I hugged her back and said, "I will always love you."

I could feel my wife's happiness; it came from the bottom of her heart. I had a vague feeling that our sex life might become more colorful.

Since that night, my wife and I had a new kind of passion. We always expressed our fantasies during sex without any reservations. We even agreed that we could say and think anything during sex, but our daily lives would remain the same, to avoid any negative impact on our family. That being said, I still felt somewhat uncomfortable when I saw Xiao Lu at work, but then I thought it wasn't really a problem, and besides, it was a secret between my wife and me, something no one else would ever know. So, I felt a mischievous joy in keeping it a secret.

My wife also seemed more energetic than before, with a charming smile always on her face. People say that a harmonious sex life has beauty benefits for women, and it seems that's true.

About four months later, something happened that added a touch of color to that.

It was a Sunday, and we went shopping in the downtown shopping street. We had to take a bus from our house to the shopping street, and that bus was always notoriously crowded. Crowded buses are always places where stories happen, and I never expected that my wife would become the protagonist of a story that day. It was the height of

summer, and it was extremely hot. That day, my wife was dressed very lightly, in a tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt and a short skirt that went past her knees—simple, bright, and sexy all at once. We boarded the bus at our doorstep, but because it was in the middle of the route, it was very crowded, and by the time we got on, we had already had "intimate contact" with other people. We had no choice but to stand by the door. At the next stop, several more people got on, and my wife and I had to squeeze in, climbing up the steps by the door. Two of the people who got on after us were standing at the bottom of the steps. At first, I didn't think anything was wrong, but then I noticed a boy of about seventeen or eighteen standing at the bottom of the steps staring intently. I followed his gaze and discovered he was looking at my wife's thighs! Because of the crowd, my wife's short skirt was lifted up again, almost exposing her buttocks. Moreover, the boy was positioned very low, his head level with my wife's chest, so he could see even more clearly. My wife, with her back to the door, had no idea that a pair of lustful eyes were staring at her smooth, white thighs. I felt my penis slowly starting to swell.

At the next stop, several people got off, and several more got on. I saw the boy also step onto the steps by the door, casually leaning towards my wife from behind. I knew his intentions, but I didn't react; I even hoped something would happen.

Sure enough, the boy stopped behind my wife. I was facing him sideways, so I could clearly see his face, but not his hands hanging down. He casually pressed his body tightly against my wife's back. After a while, I saw my wife start to feel uneasy, her body shifting slightly. I knew the boy had begun his move. My wife seemed to want no one to know she was being violated; she just frowned, but her face gradually turned red.

I casually moved my body back a little, and in that instant, I saw the boy's hands caressing my wife's buttocks. My wife's buttocks were very perky and the flesh was very firm; the boy must have been enjoying it immensely. After a while, I noticed my wife's face getting redder and redder, and her eyes became somewhat hazy. I glanced down again, using the same method as before, and the boy's right hand was inside my wife's skirt, rubbing against her inner thigh. My wife squeezed her legs tightly together, seemingly trying to stop the boy from touching her, yet also trying to hold onto his hand. Looking at my wife's face, she already seemed somewhat intoxicated.

I found it thrilling. I never imagined that seeing my wife being touched by a boy right in front of me would excite me. I had a vague feeling that I should do something, but this thrill rendered me incapable of doing anything; I just watched silently from the side.

Gradually, my wife sensed something was wrong. She thought the boy's hand had slipped inside her underwear. She let out a soft gasp and looked at me. As if possessed, I put my right index finger to my lips and shushed her. My wife's mouth dropped open. She had seen my left hand gripping the handrail, while my right hand wasn't underneath. She had thought I was touching her, but now she realized it wasn't, and I had even gestured for her to be quiet... My wife was smart; she immediately understood what was happening. Her face turned even redder, and she froze, staring blankly out the window.

The boy, completely oblivious to our brief exchange, continued to enjoy himself. Perhaps realizing my wife wasn't resisting, he grew even bolder. I inadvertently saw him unzip his fly and quickly pull out his penis. In an instant, I noticed it was quite thick, veins bulging, very impressive. I wasn't worried, because in this environment, it was impossible for him to penetrate my wife. He leaned forward again, and I guessed his penis was between my wife's legs. At that moment, my wife's eyes were tightly closed, looking very satisfied. I think he understood my feelings; we seemed to be truly in sync. Her face was flushed, and she was breathing softly. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand tightly from below, while the boy began to tremble, letting out a few muffled groans before collapsing. I knew he and my wife had reached orgasm at the same time.

We've arrived. My wife and I got out of the car. From behind, I saw white fluid flowing down between her legs. She quickly stopped and whispered to me, "Cover me up, don't let anyone see." I stood behind her and looked back into the car. I saw the boy looking at us. The car drove off again, carrying that innocent face full of surprise. I gave him a smile that left him completely bewildered.

That day, when I got home, I couldn't wait to push my wife onto the bed, lift her skirt, and touch the stains she hadn't wiped off. I said, "Honey, you have someone else's semen on you."

My wife was so ashamed she wanted to disappear. She covered her face and said, "It's all your fault. You watched your wife being humiliated by someone else, and you didn't say anything, you even..."

I laughed and said, "Weren't you enjoying it too? As long as you're happy, it doesn't matter."

My wife lowered her hands and said shyly, "Honey, are you really not bothered? You really won't think I'm a bad woman?"

I said, "As long as you love me, and I love you, what's wrong with seeking some pleasure?"

My wife excitedly hugged me, "Come on, honey, let's be happy together!"

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