[Married Woman Incest] My Love for My Wife: A New Threesome

Not long after our marriage, my wife became pregnant with my child and gave birth to a lovely girl in August of this year. Of course, there's no doubt that the child is my flesh and blood. It's been a long time since I've been intimate with my wife, and this process is extremely painful for any man. I could only rely on my hands, or she would use her mouth to help me, and that's how I got through it.

Of course, after giving birth, she should have a proper postpartum period, and I wanted her to rest more, so I planned to wait another three months. After the baby's

one-month celebration, I had an idea: I wanted my good friend C to join me in making her happy. I told my wife about this idea, and she asked if I wanted to continue the crazy and exciting things we used to do. I admitted it, and of course, she didn't immediately deny it because she knows I love her and want her to experience a different kind of pleasure. After all, we've done it before, so it wasn't too difficult to reassure her.

Let me tell you about my friend C. I've known him for almost four years; he was a former colleague, about the same age, and with similar personalities, so we get along well. We often go out to eat, play cards, and go to the bathhouse together.

We have a pretty good relationship. He's a fairly honest person, and sometimes he blushes when talking to women, which is something I value. I remember the first time I brought my girlfriend (we weren't married then) to dinner with him. She was wearing a tight t-shirt, a short denim mini-skirt, sheer stockings, and white high-heeled sandals. I felt like I could read something in his eyes; I won't say it, but you can probably understand.

So, C seems to be a typical repressed pervert.

As for C's appearance, well, his name is the same as a famous Chinese celebrity, though he doesn't look like one. He's above average-looking, even somewhat handsome (that's what my wife says), only about 170cm tall, not too fat, but not skin and bones either. The first time he looked at my girlfriend, I felt he had some desire for her, but since he was already married and I was his good friend, given his personality, he wouldn't show it. He'd keep his thoughts to himself.

After discussing it with my wife, I texted him directly: "I want to ask you to help me make her happy!" He didn't quite understand at first, but after a few exchanges, he realized my intention and repeatedly said no, citing traditional beliefs like "one shouldn't mess with a friend's wife." I knew he was only refusing because of me, so I wasn't in a hurry. I tried to get his honest opinion, asking about his feelings towards my wife. He slowly opened up, saying he liked my wife's type and that if he weren't married and she wasn't my wife, he would pursue her. I gently reassured him, telling him that in today's society, too many people cheat, and I'd rather my wife be intimate with someone else with my consent than know what she's doing behind my back. I also told him about our past with X. You can imagine how surprised C was.

Of course, I told him that my wife is definitely not a promiscuous woman, and that this happened only with my encouragement and support; without my encouragement, she would never have taken this step. Indeed, she never goes to dinners with other men, and she barely responds even to casual chats on QQ. If a man's message is even slightly ambiguous, she'll avoid it.

After listening, he said he needed time to consider. I wasn't in a rush, because it would be two months before she recovered from her illness. Getting a conservative person to accept this, especially my good friend's wife, is no easy feat.

What I should really worry about is if C and my wife hit it off immediately. I gave C my wife's phone number, wanting them to talk it out themselves.

Three days after giving C the number, he dared to message my wife, mostly about having and raising children. But I was happy; it was a big step for him. I believed that under my wife's charm, he would soon succumb. Of course, I also heard my wife say he was a blockhead, stupid, and so on. I told my wife to give him more encouragement and a little more seduction, and to be a little more proactive.

Gradually, they became more open. The content of their conversations started to become more explicit. I don't live with my wife and kids, but every night my wife reports to me on our progress. When we chat, I help her fantasize about being fucked by C while I watch. She gets excited and seems to enjoy it. Actually, every woman likes compliments, sweet talk, and that ambiguous feeling. As the saying goes, "Women don't love bad men..." Eventually, we developed a feeling of unease and uncertainty if we didn't text each other for a day. The fish started to bite.

After about a month, we were saying things like "kiss" and "hug." I remember one time C texted saying he missed her so much he couldn't sleep and even dreamed about her. He said he really wanted to see her and hold her tightly. Sometimes he'd suggest my wife wear a see-through nightgown or a short skirt and black stockings, saying she had a great figure and would look beautiful in them. Or he'd say things like, "To die under a peony flower is to die a romantic death."

My wife teased him, saying, "I'm afraid you'll talk the talk but not walk the walk when it comes to actually doing it." He said he'd thought about it many times and really, really wanted to see my wife and hold her tightly. Later, they started calling each other "baby" and "little husband." My wife felt nervous and excited sending those flirtatious messages to C, and she enjoyed hearing his praise and sweet words. C probably doesn't know that my wife will tell me their chat history in detail.

Of course, this was all based on the premise that C had feelings for my wife, and that my wife didn't dislike him. If neither of them felt any attraction, then all my efforts and encouragement would be in vain.

I won't go into the details of their subsequent passionate messages.

My wife already had a good figure, and she didn't gain much weight after giving birth. Plus, she recovered well and lost weight in just over two months postpartum, probably thanks in part to the shapewear.

Once, I came home from out of town to see my wife and child. C heard about it and suggested coming to see me. Actually, he probably just wanted to see the woman he'd been flirting with for almost two months. No need to spell it out, everyone knows what I mean. When my wife heard he was coming, she quickly washed up and got ready. Damn, I don't even get this treatment when I come back! She said she hadn't seen C in a long time, and she'd just given birth not long ago, so she couldn't ruin her image in his eyes.

That little vixen, she's quite the smooth talker; she probably wants to see her little husband too.

When he arrived, I specifically said I'd make tea and boil water, asking him to wait a bit. When I left the room, I gently closed the door behind me. The baby was still sleeping. I gave them some privacy.

About ten minutes later, I knocked on the door with the tea and went in. I saw that both my wife and he were slightly flushed; I could guess with my toes. A kiss and a hug were inevitable. I knew I was feeling an irrepressible urge, a joy; the day I'd planned was not far off. I wisely went back to the living room to watch TV. They hadn't seen each other in a long time; let them chat a little longer. About twenty minutes later, C probably felt a little bad about leaving me alone, so he and his wife came out, and the three of them chatted in the living room. After sitting for another hour or so, C went home. The two of them didn't do anything intimate in front of me.

After all, it was their first meeting since we'd talked things out. I only found out what happened in the room from my wife.

After seeing C off, I couldn't wait to ask my wife what happened in the room. My wife blushed and said that the two of them hugged and kissed in the room for a while. She felt it was very exciting, really like having an affair. I asked her if C touched her, and she said he only touched her breasts for a while. Damn, they touched her breasts, and they're still acting all innocent!

Finally, the day we'd both been eagerly anticipating arrived. One day, about two weeks later, C invited us to dinner.

We left the baby with my mom; we could just feed him formula when he was hungry, no big problem. I told my mother we were going to a wedding in Suzhou, and it would be too much trouble to take the baby, so we wouldn't be home that night and would be back the next morning. We drove back to our new house. My wife took a shower, had me shave all her pubic hair, and dressed up carefully. She wore a white shirt, a dark red pencil skirt, and the open-crotch black stockings I bought her. After hesitating for a while, she finally decided not to wear underwear, since the skirt wasn't short anyway. We went out to the restaurant we had arranged to meet C for dinner. I had C booked a room for us in the afternoon. Since we had already agreed not to go home to sleep that night, we might as well have some fun, since my wife and I had been holding back for a long time. Why a hotel? Because my wife and I felt it wasn't appropriate to do this in our own bed; the noise might disturb the neighbors.

We sat in a small private room for dinner so no one would bother us. I had my wife and C sit to one side, ordered some beer, and let them have a few drinks. I had to drive, so I couldn't drink myself; the purpose of the drinks was to help them relax. At first, they were a little reserved and awkward, but after two beers each, their faces flushed, and they loosened up a bit. I'd eaten with him a few times, and he could only handle about three bottles; he's the kind of person who really can't hold his liquor. I asked C if he thought my wife looked pretty today, and he slurred a bit, repeatedly saying she was beautiful, and that I was lucky to have married such a wonderful wife—beautiful, virtuous, smart, and adorable. He said he wasn't so lucky, which made my wife very happy. She was already quite tipsy from the alcohol, and these compliments made her even more dizzy. I was also very happy to hear this; naturally, I felt proud and content to have such a wife.

I brought up what happened in the room that day, and he was still a little embarrassed. I told him not to worry, I wasn't jealous. I know I'm happy to have someone else to love her, and I told him not to mind too much. If I were jealous, I wouldn't have brought up that idea in the first place. Their left hands had been under the table for a while, and I didn't know what they were doing. Later, my wife told me that their hands were intertwined, and the back of his hand was on my wife's thigh in black stockings. He didn't dare to rub too much; a gentle rubbing was enough to make him happy.

I suggested they drink a toast together, and they looked at each other and readily agreed, downing their drinks in one gulp. I said, "Now that you've drunk the toast, you're my wife's little husband. You have to treat her well and cherish her from now on." C said he definitely would.

They drank seven bottles, exceeding their usual capacity, probably because they were so happy.

After dinner, C paid the bill, and my wife suggested taking a walk by the lake in the beautiful night. I drove, and they sat in the back seat, leaning against each other. Slowly, they embraced and kissed passionately. Looking in the rearview mirror, my heart pounded faster than ever. If I kept watching, I wouldn't be able to drive. For safety, I had to resist looking, which was really tough on me. Everyone has that primal urge to peek sometimes, sigh! I could only hear moaning sounds coming from my wife's throat. What position they were in, how they were caressing each other, I had no idea. It was so hard for me! I could only sneak a peek while waiting at a red light. Holy crap, my wife was completely in his arms, his hands were roaming over her legs, and their lips were still locked. Alcohol can cloud judgment, everyone knows that. When you've had a certain amount of alcohol, not many people can control themselves. When

we reached our destination, I got out of the car to smoke, leaving them to continue their intimacy. Although I'm an open-minded person, I've never had sex in the open or in a car before, which might seem unbelievable to many. Actually, my wife really wanted to, but I still felt it wouldn't be good if people saw us, so I never get intimate with my wife in public, not even when we're deeply in love. I'm a vain, secretly passionate guy, that's my wife's assessment of me.

Not long after, they got out of the car too. The moon and the lake reflected each other, it was truly beautiful. My wife, her face glowing, looked even more beautiful standing in the moonlight. C was completely mesmerized. Their hands were still clasped together; it seemed they were truly uninhibited, not even thinking about my feelings at this moment.

Back at the hotel, I let C and my wife go in first while I parked the car. After finishing a cigarette, I went upstairs.

The two of them hadn't even closed the door, and they were kissing again. I was both excited and amused. At first, C had rejected me, then hesitantly said he needed to think about it, and after two months of texting, things had progressed incredibly fast.

I let C watch TV while I bathed my wife—or rather, chatted with her.

I asked her what they were doing under the table at the restaurant, and what happened in the back seat of the car. My wife confessed truthfully, saying that at the restaurant they only held hands, and he rubbed the back of his hand against her leg, which felt very comfortable. He said that doing such a small thing in front of me made it feel like we were having an affair. In the car, C held her tightly, kissing her passionately, as if he wanted to suck all her saliva. His hands were also restless, slowly moving down her thighs towards her skirt. He paused when he touched her smooth mons pubis, then couldn't wait to touch her wet vulva. He only touched it briefly, but my wife, afraid she couldn't handle it, grabbed his hand and stopped him. He then moved on to her breasts, almost flipping her bra up.

Hearing this, I was incredibly aroused, wanting to immediately strip off her clothes and go into the shower to fuck this little slut hard.

I had to hold back, I absolutely had to hold back, for the exciting part to come.

After my wife finished showering, she put on a semi-transparent black nightgown, the hem barely reaching her crotch. I asked her to put on the stockings she'd worn during the day, but she said they were dirty. I told her men like stockings that have been worn for a while, and only

then did she agree. Of course, she didn't wear underwear, since we hadn't brought any. Wearing high heels, I led her out of the bathroom. C sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly, which made my wife burst out laughing before he finally reacted. I told C to go shower and make sure he was clean. Perhaps he had no idea what kind of enjoyment awaited him. My wife is incredibly wild in bed, completely unlike her appearance—all thanks to my years of training.

I had my wife lie flat on the bed, and we French kissed while waiting for C to finish showering. This would also arouse her desire; she was just one step away from completely letting go. I heard the bathroom door open, so I picked my wife up and carried her to C's arms. At that moment, no words were needed; a single glance was enough.

While C was taking his wife to bed, I secretly turned on the DV camera, placed it on the TV cabinet facing the bed, and covered it with my coat. I didn't want C to know I was filming their lovemaking right now; it needed time. The reason I hadn't showered earlier was this: it was their first time, and my presence might be a little awkward, and they might not be completely relaxed. So, I decided to leave for a bit—better for everyone than for me. Besides, I had the DV camera as my secret weapon. I smoked in the bathroom, imagining what they were doing. This feeling is something only those who have experienced it can understand.

I listened quietly to the sounds in the room; they were probably still in the foreplay phase. I could only vaguely hear the smacking sounds of kissing and my wife's moans. I guessed C was kissing my wife properly. Where was he kissing? Her well-proportioned breasts or her smooth, moist vulva? I could only guess for now. At least my wife was enjoying the pleasure C was giving her; that was enough. I'd find out when I watched the DV later; imagination is just imagination. I took off my clothes and went to take a shower; my penis was as hard as a steel pipe. I didn't want to masturbate; I just wanted to have sex with my wife properly later, to fuck this little slut hard, to shoot all my semen onto her face and body.

The sound of the water masked the moans in the room, but when I finished showering and turned off the tap, I could hear my wife's rapid, panting breaths. My wife's moans were always so beautiful; I could hear her calling C "husband, husband," and making C call her a slut, a whore. She really was horny; when she was enjoying it, she even called him "husband," without adding "little" before it.

They weren't finished yet, so I continued smoking. It wasn't that I had a strong nicotine addiction; I was just stalling for time. Finally, I heard C groan; he had ejaculated. I put on my clothes and left the bathroom.

I turned off the DV camera first. The small bedside lamp in the room was on, and my wife was still lying on top of C, panting heavily. I could imagine how intense the encounter had been. They were both savoring the experience with their eyes closed, and even when they heard me come out, they didn't react much. They'd already done it; they couldn't react like they'd been caught in the act. I slowly walked to the bedside, leaned close to my wife's ear, and whispered, "Was it good? Did you enjoy it?" "Mmm," that one strong word was enough. I didn't rush to have sex with my wife; I just had C carry her to shower while they were breathing evenly. He sat up directly, without pulling out, and let my wife cling to him like a koala, carrying her into the bathroom.

I eagerly ran to watch the DV camera, but it wasn't very clear; the video quality couldn't compare to an AV.

The sound of the faucet masked the playback. I saw C initially lying on his side next to his wife, kissing her lips so passionately that she was almost breathless. She couldn't help but hug C tightly. After a while, C slowly moved his kisses downwards, pulling down the straps of her nightgown and sucking and licking her nipples. His wife held his head tightly, saying, "Mmm...so good...mmm, I love it when you kiss me like this." My penis had been hard since the beginning of the video, almost bursting. I couldn't take it anymore. I watched while keeping an eye on the bathroom. As soon as the water stopped, I was going to turn off the video. Since it was a secret recording, I couldn't let C know I was filming right now.

C slowly kissed her black-stockinged thighs, deliberately avoiding her vulva, even using the "playing hard to get" tactic. His wife wanted him to kiss her, but he wouldn't. He just licked her feet, making her feel itchy and uncomfortable. She rubbed her breasts with one hand and reached for her vulva with the other; she was truly aroused. Every time C licked her foot, she would twitch, moaning softly. The scene was incredibly stimulating. After

a while, his wife couldn't take it anymore. She pulled her foot away from C's hand, pulled him down, and sat on his waist, grabbing his large penis and shoving it into her vulva. The moment it entered her, she let out a long sigh. His wife

hadn't had sex in a long time and was very sensitive. She leaned forward, kissing C's earlobe. Soon, she recovered, straightening her back and wriggling, even pulling C up to suck her nipples. This was her favorite position when we made love; I used to stimulate her anus at the same time, but C didn't know that yet. She hugged C tightly, making him call her a slut. C kissed her while calling her a slut, and soon his wife orgasmed. She liked hearing people call her a slut or a whore. She convulsed a few times on top of C, rested for a moment, and then continued, her movements becoming more and more exaggerated, her moans becoming more and more lewd and loud. At home, she didn't dare to be too loud, afraid of embarrassing the neighbors, but in the hotel, she didn't care at all. I remember she was always wetter when they booked a hotel room than at home, probably because she was more open.

When C ejaculated, his wife orgasmed again. C couldn't handle such stimulation. I have to say, his wife's technique has really improved a lot compared to a few years ago. Otherwise, why would men like mature women?

I put away the DV camera; the two of them hadn't finished showering yet. It seemed they were being intimate again. They probably wouldn't do it again right after, but hugging and kissing was very possible.

I told them to go shower together, also to further enhance their relationship. They had already done it, and they had showered; they shouldn't be embarrassed in front of me anymore.

About five minutes later, the two of them came out of the bathroom. My wife was still wearing the same clothes, and C was hugging him, her arms wrapped around his neck. It seemed she really wasn't afraid of me getting jealous. I deliberately asked them,

"Why did you take so long to shower?" "I just wanted to get clean," my wife replied. I teased C, "You've already done it, what's there to be embarrassed about?" C smiled a little shyly. Yes, things had progressed to this point, and he didn't care if I was jealous anymore; there was no need to be coy.

I suggested that the three of them hang out together later, with me mainly acting as an assistant. After all, it was a rare opportunity for them, and C's wife was quite overweight, lacking both figure and looks, so he probably felt quite frustrated, as he usually just fulfilled his obligations. With my wife by his side, he should definitely enjoy my wife's little pussy more. Neither of them objected. So let's do it together. That was the main point.

The three of us lay on the bed resting, watching TV and chatting. My wife was lying in the middle, like a sandwich, so both men could take care of her. After about half an hour, C had recovered his strength and started groping my wife's sexy black-stockinged thighs. I figured she was wearing that even after showering because it suited his taste; it seemed C also had a stocking fetish, and we really were kindred spirits. My wife felt ticklish from his touch and tried to scratch, but C held her hand firmly. Seeing that the time was right, I started kissing my wife's ears. Her ears were always very sensitive. As soon as I kissed them , she started moaning.

C started kissing her from the other side, licking her earlobe and slowly moving down. Her collarbone was also very sensitive. I told C about my wife's sensitive areas: toes, nipples, earlobes, collarbone, vagina, and anus. I figured C wouldn't miss those spots. We each kissed half, leaving the vagina and anus to C. He kissed her very vigorously, making my wife gasp and moan, saying she couldn't take it anymore. I whispered in her ear, "Did C's kiss feel good?" "Mmm! Even better than yours!" Heh, this little slut is deliberately trying to annoy me.

Heh, as long as she's comfortable and happy, that's what I wanted. To hell with ethics, to hell with morality.

"If you're comfortable, give C your best full service. Let him taste your flavor." She opened her eyes and smiled at me. I guess that's an agreement. "Blindfold C." She found a clean pair of stockings and blindfolded C, leaving him completely bewildered. Why blindfold him? Because my wife and I have both tried it; the human body is most sensitive when blindfolded.

My wife had him lie face down and whispered in his ear, "Don't think about anything, just enjoy it slowly. Tell me when you feel comfortable." Then she began the routine she used to follow when she served me.

Many people know what a full service is—it's licking from head to toe. My wife licked very carefully and diligently.

C also enjoyed it, making sounds continuously. Men make sounds when they're having sex, but I don't know how to describe it. I felt good just watching, let alone the person experiencing it. My wife kissed her way down from his back, and when she got to his buttocks, she had C stick his butt out while she carefully licked his anus, sometimes curling her tongue inside.

Perhaps C rarely received such treatment; he was very sensitive and couldn't help but make "oh oh" sounds.

Hearing C's sounds of pleasure, my wife worked even harder. She did the same when she licked me; when I was excited and felt good, she felt good and happy too.

C's back and legs were covered in my wife's saliva. She had him turn over and started from his ears, then gave him a deep, passionate French kiss. C didn't want her tongue to leave his mouth. There was no way around it; there was still half to go. After leaving his mouth, she continued downwards, unwilling to miss an inch of skin, finally kissing his large penis at the very end. I poured her some hot water so she could hold it in her mouth before kissing him. I examined C's penis closely; it was a decent size. He never frequents prostitutes, so he seemed relatively clean. That's why I felt at ease. As

soon as my wife put his penis in her mouth, he cried out. Heh, he seemed genuinely enjoying it.

The whole thing took about twenty minutes, and staying hard like that must have been uncomfortable. While she used her mouth to caress C's penis, I used both hands, one to fondle my wife's breasts, the other to caress her wet vagina. Seeing that C was almost there and my wife was quite aroused, I let them begin.

My wife forgot to bring a condom the first time, so there was no need to bother with it again. I didn't expect that the condom I prepared would be useless in the end. C ripped off the stockings covering his eyes, sat up impatiently, and started kissing my wife. My wife grabbed his penis and slowly sat down, all the way down, both of them letting out long moans almost simultaneously.

My wife's vagina has always been tight; she had a C-section, so it shouldn't have too much of an impact. To avoid the scar affecting the pleasure, we specifically used one of those temporary tattoos. With her wet and tight vagina, you can imagine how much C enjoyed it when he thrust all the way in. The two of them completely ignored my feelings while they were fucking. I could only watch, unable to participate.

I was watching so closely, my penis constantly hard, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. So I suggested that my wife lie face down, her ass sticking out, and C fuck her from behind, so she could be fucked by C while also sucking my penis.

My wife's mouth was completely filled, and her moans could only escape from her throat. I was enjoying my wife's oral sex while touching her breasts, all the while watching C vigorously fucking her. How many people can experience this double stimulation? Sometimes, when my wife couldn't take it anymore, she would spit out my penis and gasp for breath, her hands gripping it tightly—a sign of pleasure.

Perhaps because my wife was bending over, her vagina was even tighter, or maybe C found it too stimulating, so he ejaculated after about ten minutes. He rested for a bit before pulling out, using a tissue to catch the semen.

I told him to wash up first, and then it was my turn to fuck her cunt properly. There was still C's semen in her vagina, making it feel incredibly slippery when I thrust in. The presence of someone else's semen in her vagina aroused my desire even more.

I held my wife and fucked her hard, her moans filling the air. She had already had several orgasms from C's fucking.

With my intense thrusting, she couldn't take it for long. I felt her vagina twitching, and it seemed like a gush of fluid was gushing out from deep inside. I was excited and continued thrusting. C finished washing and watched from the side.

My wife was lying on the bed with her legs draped over my shoulders, her hands touching her clitoris. C wasn't idle either; he climbed onto the bed and licked my wife's ears and nipples. With our combined efforts, my wife quickly climaxed again.

This time, I couldn't hold back either, ejaculating thick streams of semen deep inside her.

I hadn't felt this way in years. It's not that I couldn't satisfy her. It's true that in marriage, passion fades over time. It's a common problem. I didn't want our marriage to have problems either. So I was willing to seek the most primal pleasure in this way.

My wife took a long time to catch her breath. She hugged C and kissed him passionately. She had been pregnant and had been holding back for a long time, and this indulgence allowed her to release her pent-up desires.

I carried her to the bathroom to wash up. Then I carried her, naked, back to bed. Unexpectedly, C still made her put on the stockings she had been wearing earlier. My wife knew he liked them, so she didn't say anything, just let C bring them to her.

My wife was still lying in the middle. C asked her if she felt comfortable. She kissed him on the cheek and told him it felt great. C smiled contentedly at this answer. My wife playfully asked C a question in return, and C said it was the first time he had received such treatment, and he was very happy and satisfied. Moreover, his wife's vagina was wet and tight, which gave him an unprecedented pleasure. Hearing C say this, I naturally felt very proud. I thought to myself, if you had really refused back then, where would you have gotten this kind of pleasure? My wife was also very happy to hear this and rewarded me with another kiss.

My wife said she liked it when we treated her like this, that it made her feel like a queen, and that she hoped we would continue to treat her this way. Finally, she wanted us to each touch one of her breasts before going to sleep.

We are no longer young; we used to be able to do it six or seven times a night, but now we don't have that kind of stamina. After such intense lovemaking, the three of us quickly fell asleep.

The next morning, we woke up, brushed our teeth, and then lay on our sides in bed. C and my wife faced each other, and I hugged my wife from behind. I gently kissed the area from my wife's shoulders to her earlobes, while C licked her breasts from the front, his hands also lightly caressing her vulva. Soon, my wife's desire was fully aroused. She cried out, "Husband, I want it!" I wasn't in a hurry, deliberately teasing her, "Which husband's cock do you want?" "Both, give them to me quickly!" This time it was my turn to go first, slowly inserting myself from behind. Perhaps some readers will wonder why we didn't go at it one after the other, simultaneously filling my wife's vulva and anus with both cocks. A long time ago, I had considered anal sex, but after only one attempt, my wife refused again.

This was my wife's only taboo. She felt uncomfortable, and since that was the case, I shouldn't force her. After all, it's something to enjoy; there's no need to make the leading lady unhappy.

C kissed my wife from the front, his hands caressing her breasts—a human hamburger, the scene was truly stimulating. My wife would even ask C to touch her clitoris. The moment C's finger touched her clitoris, she would involuntarily writhe. This stimulation brought her to orgasm quickly.

I lasted about twenty minutes before ejaculating, deep inside her. I wiped myself and then wiped my wife a little. My wife rolled over and sat on C's waist, grabbed his penis, and slowly sat down, beginning her usual rhythm, wiggling her sexy hips. After all, this was her favorite position; she felt it allowed for the deepest penetration, reaching her most sensitive spot. C didn't have to exert any effort; he could just touch her breasts or sit up and suckle her nipples—why not? My wife orgasmed again in the final thrust.

According to her, the morning and evening sex had already given her over ten orgasms.

This time, we were almost completely exhausted. C said his legs were weak, and so was mine.

My wife said she hadn't enjoyed sex so fully in a long time; the repression and restraint she felt when making love at home were finally released. It was tiring, but all three of us experienced unprecedented satisfaction, so what did a little tiredness matter?

Of course, this was only the first night of our new threesome; I think there will be many more opportunities to be this crazy in the future. Of course, we told C not to neglect his wife, as we didn't want her to notice anything and it would affect the family. We could go out to a hotel every now and then, but we needed to have good reasons; we couldn't just not come home without a reason.

I left the hotel first, and then they checked out. While they were checking out, I went to the pharmacy and bought emergency contraception. Actually, I didn't want my wife to take it; it's bad for her health. But since we didn't have a condom, it was the only option. I had to take C home first, and then my wife and I would go to my mother's for lunch.

The two of them hugged tightly in the back seat of the car, speaking softly. I had music on, so I could only vaguely hear C saying things like he was very happy, that he had finally gotten what he wanted after thinking about it for so long, and that he would never forget it. Before getting off the bus, C and his wife kissed goodbye, clinging to each other, reluctant to part. I teased them, saying there would be plenty of opportunities later, no need to rush. After C left, my wife changed into jeans; after all, my mother is quite conservative, so my wife couldn't dress too provocatively in front of her.

That evening, after settling the children in, my wife and I started chatting. She said that although C didn't fully understand how to make her feel good, she found having sex with men other than me very exciting, especially with me watching. Also, when my wife and I were having sex, we definitely couldn't kiss each other's ears and breasts at the same time; having an extra mouth was so pleasurable. After last night, my wife's labia minora were a little swollen. With the children nearby, it wasn't convenient, so we chatted for a while before going to sleep. I think that communication between couples isn't enough just through physical intimacy; they also need to frequently talk about their feelings to maintain a good relationship.

This is our first story with C. We'll tell the rest later. When I have the chance, I'll take some photos with my DSLR and upload them so everyone can share. My wife also loves hearing compliments. Last time, many people said her legs were beautiful and her figure was great, which made her very happy.

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