Wife's affair with male colleague

My wife has a male colleague, W, who has been flirting with her ever since she started working there. He chats with her all the time, and even when he has nothing to say, he tries to find something to talk about. My wife finds this quite annoying, thinking he's too talkative. It's unpleasant to have someone you don't like constantly bothering you; I'm sure some people can relate.

W is a married man. I've met him before when I picked my wife up from work. He's about 176cm tall, has a decent build, and is fairly good-looking—at least physically attractive. I don't mind his presence at all. First, it shows my wife is quite charming; second, I don't see him as a threat, so I've never paid him any attention. Sometimes when my wife and I are having sex, I'll tease her about whether she wants him to have sex with her, but she always pouts and ignores me.

This male colleague really likes my wife's legs in stockings and sometimes secretly takes pictures of them. Even worse, he's actually sent the photos to my wife. My wife was furious and wouldn't talk to him. She came home fuming and told me about it, which excited me and made me especially energetic that night. My wife seemed to sense this; every time she told me how W flirted with her, I would react, becoming even more excited that night, which made her feel better too.

W's sweet talk gradually made her start chatting with him more actively. After all, W's looks and figure weren't the kind that would be unpleasant, and she liked hearing compliments and being appreciated.

The turning point came on my wife's birthday. W bought her a sexy silk nightgown and a bouquet of roses. When my wife opened the box and saw it was a nightgown, she refused to accept it. W pleaded and begged her until she finally took it.

That day, she came home from work beaming. I asked her what made her so happy, and she told me. I got excited and asked her to wear it for me. The dress fit perfectly and looked very sexy. I felt my blood rushing to my head, grabbed her, and took her to the bed, where I had my way with her. She screamed loudly, her juices soaking the sheets.

After we finished, I teased her, "Wife, you're so wet today! You haven't been this excited in a long time! Is it because of W?" She nestled shyly into my arms, saying, "You're so annoying! It's all because you pounced on me like a hungry wolf, so aggressively, making me feel so good!" "Baby, you're so beautiful! No wonder W was so attracted to you."

"You little rascal, you just want him to take advantage of me!"

I looked firmly into her eyes and told her, "Yes, I want W to fuck you hard!" This time, she didn't scold me, but blushed and hid in my arms, hugging me tightly. At least she didn't explicitly object.

I felt the time was slowly ripening. I secretly used my alternate account to buy a photography pen on Taobao. At this moment, I was like a hunting leopard, patiently waiting for that day to arrive.

The next day, W asked my wife if her clothes fit, if she liked them, and even asked her to take a picture of herself in her pajamas for him to see. When she got home that night, she put on her pajamas and first took a picture of her lower body to send to W. W refused, insisting on seeing her full body. My wife couldn't resist his nagging, so she took a full-body picture of herself in the dressing mirror and sent it to him. I didn't know any of this at first; my wife told me later. W praised her after seeing the picture, making my wife very happy.

After this incident, W probably felt it was time to take things further and started asking my wife out for dinner and tea. My wife, being a bit provocative, didn't refuse, dressing up beautifully and going out with him without telling me who she was going out with. She also knew W liked stockings, so she wore them more often now. The topics they discussed on QQ became increasingly open. W said he sometimes fantasized about carrying my wife's long, white legs and having sex with her. Whenever my wife heard him say such explicit things, she would try to change the subject, or simply ignore him. She's a bit shy and doesn't know how to handle such explicit teasing. With W and my persistent efforts, their body language also began to become more intimate. Sometimes W would put his arm around her slender waist, sometimes he would hold her hand. Gradually, it progressed to touching her stockinged thighs and kissing. Why do I say I also put in the effort? All that time I've been guiding my wife, showing her cuckoldry novels and porn, wasn't it all to lay the foundation for her to seduce me?

After her first French kiss with W, she told me about it when she got home that night. Hearing this, I immediately got excited and kept pressing her for details, what had happened over the past month. She finally told me everything in detail, even showing me their chat history. I pulled her into my arms, lifted her skirt—damn, the little slut wasn't even wearing panties, running off on a date without any underwear or stockings. I tore open her stockings, feeling her wet vulva; it seemed the French kiss had really gotten to her. I fucked my slutty wife hard, she wrapped her arms around my neck and moaned with pleasure, at least twice as loud as usual. I had to use my hand to cover her mouth so as not to disturb the neighbors in the whole building.

She was particularly sensitive that day; the urge came quickly and intensely, her juices flowing like a tidal wave. Watching her flushed and panting in my arms, I whispered in her ear, asking her how it felt to French kiss W. She told me it felt incredibly exciting and stimulating, like the first time she French kissed me. Then she asked if I would be disgusted by her. Silly girl, of course I would be! I'd only love you more.

After that day, things spiraled out of control. Sometimes at work, we'd sneak off to a secluded corner to French kiss, sometimes in W's car, sometimes on the rooftop, and of course, in private dining rooms. Like two people deeply in love. W's hands were also restless, touching this and that. Sometimes he'd find my wife wasn't wearing underwear, and that was even worse. He'd start touching her clitoris through her stockings, soaking the crotch with her juices. Touching her through the stockings wasn't enough, so he slipped his fingers inside, probing her vagina and making her moan and groan. This caused W to become increasingly aroused, but he remained unmoved, leaving him disappointed and frustrated. He was quite patient, which also showed his respect for my wife.

Actually, my wife was just as aroused; every time she came home, she was like a hungry wolf, draining me dry. I told her that it was okay to play around outside, but first, safety was paramount, since her colleagues knew she was married. Second, she should enjoy herself to the fullest and experience the pleasure. Third, she shouldn't develop real feelings and ruin our family.

After almost a month, W felt it was about time and asked my wife to give him a handjob. She agreed.

One afternoon, instead of going home for her lunch break, she went to W's house. W took a shower, and the two of them cuddled on the sofa watching TV. After a short while, they started kissing. W's huge penis was as hard as a steel pipe. He took his wife's hand and placed it on his crotch. His wife began to rub his penis and testicles through his pants. W, finding this insufficient, got up and took off his pants and clothes. His penis, freed from the confinement of his underwear, stood erect in front of his wife. It was the first time she had seen another man's penis so closely, and her face flushed even more.

Looking at this penis that had pressed against her countless times through his pants, she gradually felt a stronger desire, but she still restrained herself. The seductive wife gently stroked W's penis with her hand, her thumb lightly caressing the urethral opening, where clear fluid had already flowed. W sat on the sofa, and his wife, while caressing him, French kissed him, making him moan softly. Unconsciously, W also took off her clothes, gently touching her clitoris, causing the seductive wife to writhe and become wet with desire.

At that moment, how she longed for that hard, big cock to plunge into her vagina, to fuck her hard, to make her moan with pleasure, to send shivers through her entire body, even though it wasn't her husband's big cock. But she restrained herself, not letting that craving cock enter her empty body, continuing to only masturbate W. How much willpower that took! I really admire my wife's self-control. After more than ten minutes, W still hadn't reached his climax, so he began to beg, hoping to penetrate his wife deeply, to bring her pleasure, to give her the orgasm she craved. His wife still refused, and when her arm ached from masturbating W, she simply gave him oral sex. This sudden action made W ecstatic, because his wife had never been willing to do this before. He watched his wife's small mouth working so hard on his large penis, the excitement, the gratitude, was incomparable.

My wife's oral skills are quite good, all thanks to my training. She licks the glans, then the tip, then does deep throating, and even the testicles aren't spared, covering them all with her saliva. W moaned and groaned incessantly. My wife's right hand wasn't idle either, stroking up and down for a few minutes before W ejaculated. He forcefully held my wife's head, let out a low growl, and shot his hot semen into her mouth, making her choke and cough until tears streamed down her face. After

rinsing her mouth, my wife returned to the sofa, and W held her tightly, unwilling to let go. Seeing her bare chest, he buried his head in it, sucking and licking her nipples, then slowly kissed downwards, seeing his beloved wife's pink nipples, wet and soaking in her juices. He buried his head deeply between her long white legs, greedily sucking and licking, until her moans of pleasure were incessant, until her juices flowed freely, and she reached orgasm. The two of them, satisfied, embraced each other and rested on the sofa.

When I got home that evening, my wife told me the whole story in detail. My eyes lit up, and my underwear was soaked with sweat. I rushed to the study, grabbed the video camera I'd bought, and showed her how to use it, telling her to secretly film me during our next intimate moment. After hearing my intention, she punched my chest several times with her small fist. "Honey, do you really want to see me having sex with other men?" I told her I wanted to see how slutty she was in front of other men, to see her moaning and groaning under other men. She asked if I would leave her. I said I would never leave her, unless she left me. "Wife, will you film your lovemaking and show it to me?" She looked into my eyes, blushed, and nodded.

That night we made love twice. My wife was much more excited than usual. During sex, she hugged me tightly and shouted, "Husband, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Husband, call me your little slut! Hurry, I'm going numb! Harder!" "Whose slut are you?"

"I'm your husband's little slut!"

"You're also W's little slut, right?"

"Yes, I'm both your sluts! Hurry, ah..." My wife climaxed, her vagina throbbing and sucking my big cock. After both times, we were exhausted. It had been years since we'd felt this kind of urge and passion. Life really needs a little spice. I held her and fell into a deep sleep. She was starting to accept my plan.

From then on, whenever we went out on dates, she would carry a camera pen in her bag. Who knows, it might come in handy someday.

She even filmed a video of them being intimate, without sex, just her giving W a blowjob. When I got home, I couldn't wait to turn on the computer, connect the camera pen, and the feeling of watching my beloved wife give another man oral sex was indescribable. Excitement, fear, and a mix of emotions overwhelmed me; I had difficulty breathing, my face was flushed, my lower body was erect, and fluid was constantly leaking from my penis. I watched that video countless times, sometimes alone, sometimes with my slutty wife.
Not long after, one day I came home from work, and my wife was already there. Seeing me, she rushed to hug me, and soon started crying. I asked her what was wrong. She still hugged me tightly, saying she was sorry.

After I pressed her repeatedly, she finally told me that she had slept with W. My mind went blank for a moment, but I quickly forced myself to calm down. I said, "It's okay, it's my permission. Don't cry, you're still my darling, and I'll still love you like before! No, I'll love you even more than before!" Only then did my wife let go of my hand, looking at me with teary eyes. I felt so sorry for her, and I hugged her and gently kissed away her tears.

I changed my shoes, pulled her to the sofa, and sat down to ask her what had happened. She gave me a brief explanation, and I hugged her and comforted her. It was truly difficult for a woman who had always been so obedient since childhood to have come to this point. That's why she was only willing to give W oral sex at first, even when she was incredibly itchy and uncomfortable, she refused to have sex with him. After she calmed down, I asked her if she had filmed it, and she said she had. I brought out my laptop, and we watched her masterpiece together.

She had adjusted the camera pen, placed it on the opening of her bag, and pointed it at the sofa. W was still showering when his wife finished, wearing the silk nightgown he'd given her. He'd asked her to bring it; he wanted to see how sexy she looked in it. She was leaning against the sofa watching TV when W came out, wearing only pajama bottoms. They began a passionate, French kiss, lasting five or six minutes. His wife's face was flushed; she seemed aroused. She wrapped her arms around W's neck, responding warmly to his kisses, letting out soft moans. W slowly removed his wife's bra straps, revealing her breasts. Knowing her nipples were sensitive, W attacked them with his tongue, sucking and licking. His wife's moans began to rise. While licking her breasts, W's hand began to caress her vulva through her light pink silk panties; her panties were already soaked with her juices.

At this point, W took off all of his wife's pajamas, impatiently pulled down her silk panties, buried his head between her legs, and licked for two or three minutes. His wife's eyes were already glazed over, and she kept moaning and panting. She sat up, took off W's pajama bottoms, grabbed W's penis, and put it in her mouth. Although the video resolution wasn't very high, it was still clear that the penis was quite large, the glans about the size of a small egg, and the veins on the shaft were bulging. His wife greedily sucked on it, and her expression showed that she really enjoyed eating this big penis. Then W laid his wife flat on the sofa and licked from her nipples to her vagina, making sucking sounds.

After a while, he lay on top of his wife and began to beg her, saying he would just rub against her without going in. His wife was also itching unbearably and agreed. Lying flat on the sofa, W raised his big penis and rubbed it against the entrance of her vagina several times. His penis was definitely covered in his wife's vaginal fluid, but he didn't actually penetrate her because he respected his wife. Then he began to attack his wife's nipples and earlobes. After kissing for a while, he pleaded again, "Let me in, I'll go in and not move, I promise!" I laughed at this. I turned to look at my wife, who smiled shyly too. Isn't this the most common trick men use? First, they say they'll just rub against each other, then they say they'll go in and not move. Our first sexual experience was just like that. My wife was blinded by lust. She said she remembered what I'd said: if you're going to play, you should let loose and have fun, so she agreed. Seeing my wife nod, W was overjoyed. He immediately straightened up, spread her long, white legs, and thrust his huge penis inside without any effort. It seemed my wife was really wet.

W didn't move after going in, then asked my wife if he could move a few times. I knew his tricks. Every man knows that moving a few times and then pulling out would only make my horny wife even more itchy and eager for his penis to go in again. Sure enough, that's how it happened. Next came re-entry, and he slowly began thrusting. His wife's legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, her tongue lolling out as she passionately kissed him. Soon, her head tilted back, her face flushed, and her moans grew louder. I knew she was about to climax. "Ah, ah, ah... Husband, fuck me, fuck me harder, I'm almost there, faster, ah..." She reached her climax, her neck and chest flushed, her hands hanging limply at her sides. W lay on top of his wife, panting heavily. He probably hadn't ejaculated yet. After a short rest, he lifted his wife, letting her sit on him and writhe. He could use his tongue and mouth to attack her nipples. After about six or seven minutes, W growled and ejaculated all his semen into his wife's vagina, and she climaxed again. Even after ejaculating, he didn't want to pull out. The two of them embraced and kissed passionately, seemingly satisfied, savoring the pleasure they had just experienced.

The entire lovemaking process lasted only fifteen minutes, and his wife had two climaxes. Their lower bodies were still tightly connected. It was then I remembered he hadn't used a condom. I turned to ask my wife, and she confirmed it was true, but it was her safe period. She lowered her head shyly as she spoke. Looking back at the video, they seemed to be getting aroused again. My wife started to slowly move. That little slut, so greedy! W also looked like he'd been thirsty for a long time, given his wife's long absence. My wife was moaning softly, her lower body pounding against mine. They changed positions several times, and my wife had at least three orgasms. Finally, W lifted my wife's legs and thrust his seed deep into her. This time it lasted longer, about half an hour. Both of them were exhausted, panting heavily, but their faces were flushed with satisfaction.

After that, the two of us went to take a shower. My wife ran out first, turned off the camera pen, and put it in her bag.

After I closed the laptop, I teased her, "You seemed pretty happy in the video, so why are you crying when you get home?" "I felt so bad afterwards, my mind was all foggy, I can't even remember how I got home." "Okay, I supported and allowed this in the first place, it's alright, the important thing is, are you happy?" My wife blushed again, buried her head in my chest, and said, "Happy, were you happy watching it? Do you think I'm dirty?" "Silly girl, you're my darling, how could I dislike you? I was very happy watching the video!" I hugged her tightly; I truly love and hate her.

I put my hand inside her panties; her little pussy was very wet and hot, maybe she was aroused again from watching the video.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, "Honey, I love you, I want you to fuck me!" Faced with such a sexy wife, the fire ignited while watching the video instantly exploded. Without a word, I mounted her and began to fuck my beloved wife, my slut, hard.

In just half a day, she had slept with two men three times, and she was truly exhausted. After showering, I carefully examined my beloved little cunt; it was a bit swollen.

After that, we rarely got intimate at work, and every few days we would go to a hotel by the hour. We filmed the first few times, and one time in particular left a deep impression on me. That time, my wife specially brought a transparent thong and black stockings from home to the hotel.

In the video, my wife's long legs, clad in black stockings, were draped over W's shoulders, and W was like a pile driver, forcefully pounding into my wife's cunt, making her cunt foam. W really loved my wife wearing stockings; he would often put her little feet in his mouth and suck on them, licking her calves and feet through the stockings. The stockings were wet with saliva, glistening, making my slutty wife moan and gushing with lust.

My wife also told me that W really liked her used stockings. Sometimes, when no one was around, he would grab her stockinged feet and greedily smell them, and even lick them through the stockings, making my wife very embarrassed, since she had been wearing stockings all day and was sweating a lot. My slutty wife secretly told me that she actually really enjoyed W licking her stockinged feet; every time he did, it made her incredibly excited and itchy, and she would get even wetter.

My wife became more and more adventurous, and the variety of things she did with W increased. She even offered to give W a "dragon drill" (a type of anal stimulation). Her anus had never been explored before, but W actually did it once, making this little slut even more horny after being trained by W. However, I also benefited; I could start enjoying my anus too. The relationship between my wife and me deepened, truly feeling like we were back in the early days of our passionate romance.

Later, I felt that it was about time each time, so there was no need to film it every time, and I stopped filming.

We've never let W know about the secret videos, and I've never suggested the three of us playing together. It's better not to let him know; I don't want to scare him into impotence, which would mean my wife wouldn't have anything to do with it.

I treasure all those videos and watch them whenever I have time. Every time I watch them, I feel excited, and it makes sex with her more passionate. Their relationship has continued. My wife says that if she gets tired of it one day, she'll end it. As for me, as long as my wife can experience different kinds of pleasure from them, and as long as she's by my side, I'm content.

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