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I'm 26 years old this year, and my wife is a year younger than me. She's very pretty and has very fair skin. Perhaps because she hasn't had children yet, she's maintained a good figure. She's about 169 cm tall and weighs 51 kg. She feels a little plump but not fat. Her bust is 33D, her waist is 26.5 cm, and her hips are about 36 cm wide, but when she sticks out her butt, it drives me crazy.
Last year, I saw articles about wife-swapping or exposing girlfriends, and I heard that wife-swapping was gradually becoming popular. I don't know why, but I have a special urge to see this kind of news, and I even want other men to see my wife's beautiful figure, or even have sex with her in front of me.
I started to set my sights on my wife (is this a mental problem or just too much work pressure?), but since she's the kind of introverted, shy, and extremely conservative girl, making such a suggestion rashly would probably only lead to an argument. So, starting from the end of last year, I tried showing her similar articles or pictures of threesomes on purpose a few times, and she really had no interest at all. At first, she didn't even bother to look at them.
I began preparing for a long-term battle, continuing to forward relevant articles and pictures to her. After a few months, she started to look at things more carefully. I noticed she would spend more time looking at 3P pictures of muscular but well-mannered women, and she would also ask questions or raise topics about more gentle and romantic wife-swapping articles. She started asking me questions like, "Don't their husbands get jealous?" or "Does this mean their husbands don't love their wives anymore?"
Of course, I started to brainwash her hard, basically telling her that since the husband took the initiative, of course I wouldn't mind, or that it would drive the husband crazy and increase the fun in the bedroom. She gradually stopped arguing or getting angry, only saying that she would never try it anyway; but I thought it was okay, I could wait, everything would take its time.
I started by slowly inserting two fingers into her mouth during sex, asking her to close her eyes and imagine another, very refined man was having sex with us, and that he was now putting his penis in her mouth. After several attempts, I noticed that she would actively start moving her tongue and sucking on my fingers, like oral sex. I also noticed that when I described to her a scenario of pretending we were having a threesome, she would close her eyes and moan loudly, and her lower body would twist violently.
I knew my chance had come, so I asked her if we should really try it with someone. She ignored me. I started saying that I really, really wanted to, but she didn't answer. Later, I deliberately brought it up a few more times when she was in a good mood, and she still shyly said, "No, I don't want other people to see my body." But from her expression and reaction, I knew that my efforts over the past year should have been somewhat effective.
Last month, I deliberately asked her, "If the other person is blind and can't see us at all, would you be willing to try?"
She blushed and said, "How could I?"
I said, "If you're willing, I'll find a way to find one." I
don't know if she was serious or not, but she actually replied half-jokingly, "I don't want someone ugly."
I knew my chance had come.
I secretly searched online for information about one-night stands, narrowed it down to a few people, and asked them to email me their photos. I finally selected a programmer: 181 cm tall, with a refined appearance and a strong physique, who claimed to have super sexual prowess, only wanted a one-night stand, didn't want money, and wouldn't bother my wife afterward. Unfortunately, of course, he wasn't blind. I invited him out for coffee, and also checked if he matched the photo. After explaining everything, I asked him to wait for my call.
On my wife's birthday, I asked her, "You've been complaining of neck and shoulder pain lately. Would you like us to get a massage therapist to come over and give you a massage?
" Since she'd never had a massage therapist come to her home before, she considered it for a moment and said, "It seems like I could try. My shoulders are really sore. Is the massage therapist male or female?"
I deliberately said, "I don't know, I'll check the newspaper and call to ask."
Forty minutes later, the doorbell rang; everything went as I expected. The programmer, wearing very dark sunglasses, and somehow having obtained a directional pole, dressed in a white t-shirt and sweatpants, pretended to be a blind massage therapist and came in. I noticed he had some kind of colored badge hanging on his chest with a photo attached. I figured he must be incredibly excited about this party; who would even notice what his badge looked like?!
I whispered for him to slow down a bit. After entering the room, my wife was surprised and whispered, "It's a man!"
I said, "Men are stronger and have better massage techniques. Besides, he's already here; we can't just send him back!"
She said "Oh." The designer, feigning professionalism, said, "Go take a shower first; it'll be easier to get a massage later."
My wife was a little hesitant, but she obediently went in to shower. I took the opportunity to quickly remind the designer of a few key points. After my wife came out, she was wrapped in a bath towel and lay face down on the bed. I sat next to her and started getting excited.
He climbed onto the bed, pretended to touch her bath towel, and whispered, "Take the bath towel off."
My wife looked at me with a troubled expression. I added, "He can't see."
My wife looked back at him more carefully. He was wearing sunglasses and deliberately pretended to be blind, reaching into his bag and rummaging around for massage oil. My wife seemed relieved and threw the bath towel aside.
He started by applying massage oil to my wife's body, beginning with her calves, and began massaging her up to her thighs. Then he straddled her buttocks and massaged her from her shoulders and neck down her entire back. My wife closed her eyes, looking very relaxed.
It seemed he had practiced his massage techniques diligently these past few days. He said a lot of things like, "Your shoulder muscles are very tight, it's probably because of too much work stress. Don't be too stressed at work." Then he climbed to the edge of the bed and started massaging her thighs again. He slightly parted my wife's legs, and perhaps because she was no longer wary, she obediently parted them. I could vaguely see her vulva between her labia. The masseur then began to gently massage along her thighs towards her buttocks, returning to her calves when he reached the groin.
After a few times, I noticed that whenever he massaged my wife's inner thighs, he would arch his knuckles and intentionally or unintentionally touch her genitals. The first few times, my wife would tremble slightly from sensitivity, but she thought it was inevitable. After a few more rounds, his fingers massaged closer and closer to the inner thighs. At this point, although he continued to massage her thighs, his knuckles were essentially rubbing her vaginal opening gently. I noticed that my wife's vaginal opening began to shimmer, and she was slowly producing vaginal fluid.
Her eyes were tightly closed, and she became completely silent, unable to utter a single word. I saw that the designer's crotch was also erect. He seemed unsatisfied and asked my wife to sit up. He sat cross-legged behind her and continued massaging her shoulders and neck. Although he was behind my wife, because our bed faced a mirror, he could clearly see my wife's face in the mirror. My wife's face flushed, and she began to carefully examine the masseur's refined appearance in the mirror.
At this point, I deliberately said, "You're sweating so much, your shirt is soaked. Do you want me to take it off and let you dry it?"
He didn't refuse and took off his shirt, revealing his well-defined chest muscles. It was obvious he had worked out at the gym, something I couldn't help but admire. After years of working,
my white muscles were starting to look a bit flabby. He deliberately wandered around to the table to get a drink of water and rest. I noticed that my wife's gaze never left his muscular physique, and she looked incredibly shy. I asked him to sit down and rest for ten minutes, then climbed into bed and kissed my wife, whispering that she had enjoyed it. She nodded. I knew her lower body had been aroused and she was sexually aroused, so I quickly added some more stimulation and took the opportunity to start caressing her breasts and nipples. She pushed me away and said, "Someone's here." I whispered, "He can't see," and then began to suck on her nipples and gently touch her vagina and clitoris with my fingers.
Her lower body kept writhing, getting my fingers covered in her fluids. After touching her like this for seven or eight minutes, I knew from her reactions that she was close to orgasm.
I glanced at the masseur, who, as if on cue, suddenly asked, "Miss, would you like to continue?"
I pretended to be startled and pulled my finger out, abruptly stopping the stimulation. Based on my past experience, I knew she was in the most pain at this moment, eagerly anticipating something to fill her vagina and bring her to a climax.
Her breathing was rapid, and she seemed very uncomfortable, but I said, "We can start the massage again."
My wife seemed unsatisfied and reluctantly lay back on the bed. The masseur sat back down beside her and deliberately started massaging from her thighs again. Sure enough, his knuckles began rubbing her clitoris again. Since that area was already very wet, I was sure my wife's vagina was unbearably itchy and sore.
After about three to five minutes, I deliberately asked, "Are you visually impaired or completely blind?"
He said he had been completely blind since childhood and couldn't see anything.
My wife remained silent, only her rapid breathing could be heard. I suddenly asked her directly, "You have a really great figure. Have any female customers ever asked you for more passionate services?"
She replied, "A few times, maybe three or five."
I asked, "Were they satisfied?"
She answered, "God have mercy on me. Although I'm blind, I seem to be a genius in this area. Everyone says they're extremely satisfied, and I always treat them as consensual one-night stands..."
I thought my wife was probably already at her peak of arousal, so I quickly said, "Can we try it today?"
She said, "You can try it if you want."
My wife looked surprised, but then weakly whispered, "No!"
I quickly went over and whispered to comfort her, "It's okay. He can't see anything anyway, and he doesn't know who you are. He won't recognize us after he leaves today." My
wife didn't reply. I continued to kiss and caress her, focusing on her sensitive areas. My wife began to close her eyes and moan.
Two minutes later, he suddenly walked naked to his wife's side and began to caress her breasts. Startled by the sudden touch, she opened her eyes, only to be simultaneously shocked by his enormous, erect penis. It was far beyond the size of an Asian man; to my eyes, it was nearly 20 centimeters long. Most importantly, it was black and thick, a deep brown with faint blue veins showing through. The large, oval, purplish-black glans resembled a small egg, a sight that would excite even a man.
His wife flinched slightly, and I quickly kissed her, saying, "I love you, I'm so excited!"
She was probably overwhelmed by desire, closing her eyes again and letting the two hands roam over her body.
I used a dark silk scarf to blindfold her, easing her tension. The two men kissed and touched every inch of her skin, taking turns playing with her clitoris and vulva.
My wife started to writhe, so I pulled her up slightly and put my penis in her mouth, thrusting it in and out. She automatically knelt on the bed, sticking her buttocks up, her small labia slightly parted, revealing the tender red flesh inside.
The masseur took the opportunity to bury his head between her buttocks, licking her clitoris and labia, and then began to lick her anus rapidly with the tip of his tongue; she let out a low growl of excitement like a wild beast. I teased her with obscene words while gesturing to the masseur that it was time.
He stood by the bed, grasped the thick, black, huge penis in his hand, aimed it at the already overflowing vaginal opening, and with a thrust of his hips, it went in a third of the way with a 'whoosh' sound. My wife let out a loud "Oh," and said, "No...don't do this," trying to stop him with her right hand behind her back. Unexpectedly, she grabbed the thick, black penis that was already a third of the way in. "Oh..." she made a sound that was hard to tell whether it was excitement or something else, and she didn't seem to really want to pull it out.
I quickly comforted her, noticing she had her back to the masseur, gently pinching his hot, wet penis with her fingers, seemingly trying to test its thickness. I sped up my movements in her mouth, forcing him to pull his hand back and brace himself on the bed.
At that moment, the masseur pulled back and thrust forcefully. My wife screamed, spitting out my penis, pulling down the silk scarf over her eyes, and turning back to look. The thick, dark penis was fully inside her vagina, and then a series of rapid, frenzied thrusts began. It
lasted almost seven or eight minutes without stopping. I have to admit, I'd never heard my wife make such a shrill and frantic moan in my life, crying out:
"I can't take it anymore! I really can't! Oh... I'm going to fly... oh... oh... flying... oh... oh... oh... oh... oh... oh..."
It was like a cry, a hysterical scream, repeating with the rapid rhythm of his thrusts.
"...Ohhhhhh...I'm going to cum...Oh...Oh...I really can't take it anymore...Ohhhhhhh...It's coming...It's coming...Ohhhhhh...
Oh
...
After a minute of thrusting, my wife screamed again, "I'm really coming...stop...
stop
...
ohh
...
As the thrusting speed increased, my wife's "Oh..." moans grew longer and longer. I could no longer restrain myself and quickly thrust my penis into her mouth again, pumping forcefully. Occasionally, my wife would forget to lick my penis due to excessive excitement, and sometimes she would spit it out and cry out because it was going in too deep. I saw my wife's legs stretching straight up in excitement, and she tried her best to spread her legs apart to the sides in order to go deeper. I saw her legs trembling wildly as she stretched her legs taut with excessive excitement.
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh... Oh oh... I can't... I really can't... Oh oh oh oh..."
Amidst the frantic slapping sounds, I did what I usually dared not do during oral sex for fear of making her vomit, forcefully inserting my penis to the deepest part of my wife's throat. My wife kept shaking her head because it was too deep. I no longer showed her any mercy, pressing down hard on her shoulders, watching with my own eyes as a muscle bulged in her throat due to the foreign object being inserted too deeply, and she kept convulsing and heaving as if she wanted to vomit. Seeing her struggling and painful expression, yet unable to move, only excited me more.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I forcefully ejaculated deep into her throat. She clearly had difficulty swallowing, but I, as if losing my mind, pressed down on her even harder. I noticed her face was contorted and swollen to a purplish-red. Afraid of choking her, I quickly withdrew my penis. She gagged two or three times but couldn't vomit anything.
I saw the masseur pressing his hands tightly against my wife's arms, thrusting rapidly. Based on my experience, he was probably close to finishing. After three minutes of this deep, rapid thrusting, amidst my wife's piercing cries of "Oh… Oh… Oh oh ...
He lay panting on his wife's lower abdomen, unable to speak any more. His wife was completely exhausted, only her chest rising and falling with her heavy breathing.
I winked at him with great satisfaction. He smiled at me, seemingly very content and tired. After showering, we thanked each other repeatedly as I saw him off. I had satisfied my curiosity and expectations of recent years, making my sexual fantasies come true without spending a penny, and he had also enjoyed the company of such a pure and conservative woman without spending a penny. In this strange atmosphere of mutual satisfaction, I saw him off.
Back in the room, my wife, perhaps still dazed, was wiping the semen from her chest and hair with toilet paper. Her face flushed, she pulled the covers over herself and went to sleep without even taking a shower. I asked her if she was satisfied, and she closed her
eyes and nodded shyly. I was truly satisfied with my wife's face and figure. For a long time, I had fantasized about seeing other men's uneasy reactions when they saw her naked. It would make me even more certain of my good taste in my wife and cherish her even more. I felt truly happy.

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