The taste of the wife returning to someone else

Panting, I lay on top of my wife's full, white body, my penis shrinking inside her vagina. My wife, too, lay lazily on the bed, her plump, white legs spread wide. Neither of us wanted to say anything; we'd been married for six years, and the passion of our honeymoon was long gone.

On the contrary, my wife and I both knew it was pointless, because my sperm was abnormal, and we were definitely infertile.

Our twice-weekly intercourse felt like doing homework—lacking passion and substance. But I loved my wife, and she loved me too. We were college classmates, with a strong emotional foundation. Not having children only intensified our desire as we got older.

After a few minutes, I finally got off my wife's sexy, white body. My penis had shrunk to its lowest point, and thin semen trickled from between her slightly parted labia. My wife instinctively closed her spread legs a little.

I rolled over and lay down beside her, letting out a long sigh, and said, "Let's have a child."

"Adopt one?" my wife replied softly.

“Adopting a child that isn’t your own flesh and blood, there’s no blood relation, right?”

“Then what do we do?”

“Yeah!” I sighed and said, “How about artificial insemination?”

My wife turned to me and said, “Artificial insemination? We don’t know what kind of sperm donor we’re talking about, or if the child will be healthy. What if it’s sperm from a migrant worker or a vagrant?”

“That’s true! But what else can we do?”

A long silence filled the bedroom. Neither my wife nor I spoke, and the air felt heavy.

“How about… how about we find one ourselves?” I hesitated for a long time before finally saying it.

“What? We find one ourselves? What do you mean?” My wife looked at me in surprise.

I turned and hugged my wife’s naked body, whispering in her ear, “Let’s find a handsome man!”

As soon as I said that, I felt my penis getting hard.

“You mean…”

My wife looked at my face and said, “That… how can that be… ah…” A blush rose on my wife’s face.

“Why not? At least we have a choice! And…” I said, feeling my penis harden, “And it can break our mundane married life!”

“You’re so naughty!…” My wife blushed and playfully punched me, noticing my erection. “You’re excited about letting your wife have someone else! You’re so naughty…”

she said, but quickly grabbed my penis with her small hands and rubbed it vigorously.

I was already incredibly excited, completely free of the initial repression. I hugged my sexy wife tightly and caressed her passionately, saying, “Aren’t 3P or group sex popular online now? We can do that too! Not only can it give you pleasure, but we can also have a sperm donation!”

As I imagined letting another man penetrate my wife, then ejaculating my hot semen completely into her body, and finally combining that thick semen with my wife’s body, my penis hardened even more.

I immediately rolled over on top of her, parted her rounded thighs, and found that her genitals were also wet. I couldn't tell if it was the semen that had been ejaculated inside her that was leaking out, or fresh vaginal fluid. At that moment, I didn't care about that anymore. I grabbed my penis and pressed it against my wife's slightly parted labia, using the very lubricating wetness of her vaginal opening to thrust in.

Instantly, I felt that my wife's vagina seemed even wetter and hotter than usual, and the tighter the grip was. I imagined my wife being pinned down and wildly raped, and my desire surged.

My wife also seemed exceptionally excited. I wondered if she was already imagining me as another man raping her. Her tender vagina had already begun to clench and rub against my penis, much more forcefully than usual, and very wet and hot. Soon, my wife let out excited moans.

"Ah...ah...you're so hard now!...harder..."

Hearing my wife's lewd moans, I became even more excited and increased the amplitude of my thrusts.

My wife, usually so dignified and elegant, was now behaving like a wanton woman, completely unlike her usual self. Her moans had turned into groans, her face flushed, her eyes moist, and she wrapped her arms around me. Her vagina secreted lubricating fluid, allowing me to thrust more forcefully.

I was also incredibly excited. As her vagina rubbed against my hard penis, my glans began to itch, a tingling sensation spreading throughout my body. I held her tightly, and with a surge of heat, I finally ejaculated.

The hot semen spurted from her cervix, and her vaginal muscles clenched tightly. Her arms held me tightly, her legs clamping around my waist, rendering me immobile. I knew she was fantasizing about other men raping her, reaching a peak of climax.

After a night of pleasure, when I woke in the morning, my wife seemed to have returned to her usual dignified and elegant self, completely forgetting about the previous night's talk of fertilization.

But I began my actions! This morning, while working in the office, I secretly browsed an adult dating website and found many posts about couples swapping, threesomes, and group sex. After reading a few, I realized that many people were already doing these things. So, I found two good posts, modified some details, and posted a similar request:

My husband and I were college classmates. Our basic information is that we are both 33 years old, 175cm and 160cm tall, and weigh 62kg and 52kg respectively. We have been married for six years! We have legitimate jobs and are well-mannered. We can say that we are an excellent couple!

We don't want to boast about our physical attributes or sexual prowess. We just want to say that we are healthy, cheerful, and outgoing. The husband is of a robust build, and the wife is beautiful, sexy, and has fair skin. We are open to all forms of sex except sadomasochism.

We imagined our wives' breasts and buttocks being wantonly touched and ravaged by other men, strange penises penetrating and ejaculating inside their vaginas, while our wives moaned ecstatically beneath them, reveling in the orgasms of men other than their husbands. The feeling was both bitter and painful, yet also stimulating and exciting.

Desired partner: Two men and one woman for a 3P, university students, photos required.

Interested parties please contact.

This post was effortless; there are countless similar ones on adult dating sites, so I only changed the basic information, copied the rest, and left my email address—that was it.

After posting, I repeatedly checked my email, but sadly, there were no replies all morning. I went home disappointed.

Unexpectedly, when I got home, logged into my email, and finally saw the first reply:

Hello! I don't know what to call you! I'll just call you "Hello."

I wonder if the information you posted online is true! If you know the answer, you can check here (link to my post). If it is, I'd like to discuss it with you. If not, I'm sorry to bother you.

Because I don't know if your message is true, I can't say too much. I'll talk more after I get confirmation. I'm a senior physical education student, and a sincere person! Your friend: Wei Su

Seeing the first reply was both exciting and thrilling. My wife didn't know I'd already started looking for a sexual partner for her. She was having lunch at her company and wouldn't be home, so I quickly replied to this "Wei Su." "

Dear Wei Su,

thank you for your letter. We are in xx city and look forward to your joining us. Could you please introduce yourself, such as which city you're in, your sexual experience, etc.? My wife's tender vagina awaits your penetration and ejaculation." After writing this, I immediately sent the letter. I seriously doubted whether I would continue if I hesitated, because it would be like asking myself to wear a green hat!

I made myself a bowl of instant noodles at noon, waiting for his reply!

Instead of a reply, I received another person's application:

"Hello!

I am a university student at xx university, a pretty girl, handsome, clean-cut, and I'd love to accept your invitation! I will treat your wife's tender vagina gently. If you are in xx city, please contact me!

Your friend: Ma Ke."

After reading Ma Ke's letter, I changed the salutation in my letter to Wei Su and replied.

I continued to wait, but by the time I went to work, I still hadn't received a reply from either of them.

Because I hadn't rested at noon, I was drowsy throughout the afternoon at work. I kept refreshing my inbox all afternoon, but there was no response. Later I learned that the students had classes in the afternoon and couldn't possibly reply.

When I got home from work in the afternoon, I deliberately opened a bottle of red wine and drank with my wife. Under the influence of alcohol, we started talking about what happened last night again.

"Jinglin, I started looking for people this morning!" I said to my wife, who was holding her wine glass.

"What? You really want to do this?!" My wife was a little surprised, but not angry, probably due to the alcohol. However, her face looked even redder.

"Yes! We agreed on this last night!" I deliberately emphasized the words "last night."

My wife looked at me with a sweet, playful expression: "So, what was the result?"

"Two college students replied!"

"Really!?" My wife immediately perked up, but quickly regained her composure: "They were just joking! You actually believed them?"

"No way! They're serious!" I knew my wife secretly hoped they were serious: "Why don't we go see their replies?"

With that, I stood up, took my wife's hand, and we went to the computer in the bedroom.

I felt her hand trembling slightly as we walked. We quickly reached the computer, turned it on, and waited for the Microsoft logo to appear. I could clearly feel my wife's breathing quicken. When the Microsoft logo finished appearing, her eyes were completely glued to the screen.

We entered the website address, logged into her email, and quickly found two unread emails. Clicking on them, we saw they were from Wei Su and Ma Ke.

"Uh! They wrote again!" I excitedly told my wife.

My wife didn't say anything, just stared at the screen.

I knew she really wanted to see the emails from these two college students, but I deliberately paused for a moment.

"Open it! What are you staring at!" Sure enough, my wife was urging me.

"Okay! Okay! I'll read it right away!" I pretended to snap out of my daze and immediately opened Wei Su's letter. "

Hello!

Thank you for your reply. I can see you are sincere. Now, let me introduce my situation.

I have had sexual experience with four regular girls for more than six months. My duration is usually between half an hour and an hour and a half. The length of my erection is 15cm, but I haven't measured the girth. I am willing to perform oral sex on women, but I think it's best to use a condom for safety. I think you don't want your wife to get pregnant, right? Pregnancy wouldn't be good, would it? Also, are you in YY City?

Looking forward to your reply!

Your friend: Wei Su"

After reading the letter, my wife and I were silent!

The problem was that the college student insisted on using a condom. If that were the case, our plan to use a condom would fall through! Were we really just looking for excitement in our married life? Were we supposed to pour the semen out of the condom and then try to get it into my wife's vagina?

"Let's look at another one! This one's not in our city!" My wife finally broke the silence.

"Oh! Okay!" I replied half-jokingly, "Besides, he's worried you'll get pregnant!"

"That's not a problem, we can tell him we've taken contraceptive measures! What man doesn't like... just doing it directly?!" My wife's voice was almost soft by the end.

"That's true! My wife is so smart!" I felt complicated, thinking about my wife's private, tender hole, letting another man penetrate her flesh-to-flesh and ejaculate without restraint, I felt both excited and helpless.

"Let's look at the next one! What are you thinking about?!" My wife urged again.

"Okay! Coming right away!" I said, immediately opening Ma Ke's email.

Hello! I'm Ma Ke, thank you for your reply.

Let's arrange a time! If we arrange a time, I can come right away! I'm 1.78 meters tall, weigh 70 kilograms, and that thing is 16 centimeters long and 4.5 centimeters in diameter, absolutely true.

I really look forward to filling my sister-in-law's tender vagina with the semen I've stored up for 22 years!

When can I taste her tender vagina myself?

Also, I have a small request. I want to see my sister-in-law's tender vagina and breasts first. I've never seen a woman's private body before. If possible, please send me some photos. Thank you!

Your friend: Ma Ke.

"This Ma Ke is really something! He actually wants to see my wife's nude photos," I said, turning around and hugging my wife.

My wife didn't say anything.

"How is it?" I asked my wife.

"How is it?" my wife asked shyly.

"He wants to see your tender vagina and breasts! Should we give it to him?" I hugged my wife and deliberately said the words "tender vagina and breasts" while caressing

her. After reading the letter, my wife's face was already flushed. I guess it was Ma Ke's description of her body, those words "16 centimeters long and 4.5 centimeters in diameter" that stimulated her. Coupled with my caresses, my wife was now burning up.

"Wife! How is it?" I had already slipped my hand inside my wife's bra, feeling her erect nipples and gently kneading them.

"What do you think?" My wife began to waver.

"How about we take some pictures for them?" I continued to stimulate my wife's breasts, the thought of my delicate breasts being admired and played with by other men sending waves of excitement through me.

My wife didn't answer me.

I didn't press further, but moved my hand from caressing her breasts under her skirt, then touched her panties. I could feel that the area under her panties was already wet! My middle finger, through the thin fabric, hooked and teased her labia, then parted her panties and slipped my fingers between her plump labia. Sure enough, her genitals were overflowing with lustful fluid.

At this moment, my wife involuntarily raised her head, panting heavily, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, her eyes glazed, emitting intoxicating moans.

I continued exploring her wet vulva, my nimble fingers caressing her tender labia. Lustful fluid gushed forth, her pubic hair soaked and muddy. Then, my index and middle fingers plunged deep into the slippery vulva, touching and rubbing her most sensitive clitoris. My wife immediately let out a soft "Ah..." "Let's go to

bed..." my wife finally couldn't help but speak!

"To take pictures?" I seized the opportunity and quickly asked.

"Whatever you want!" My wife was now as wanton as she had been the night before!

I was secretly delighted. She had always refused when I wanted to take nude photos of her, but today I finally had the chance. I quickly picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

Once inside, I turned on all the lights. My wife had her eyes half-closed, letting me do as I pleased. I removed her thin blouse and unhooked her lace bra, revealing a pair of trembling, white, tender breasts.

My wife's breasts had always been my favorite—full, white, smooth, and delicate. I grasped one breast in each hand, and the thought of them soon being played with and admired by other men gave me a thrill, so I began to vigorously knead them.

The caresses I had just performed in front of the computer had already made my wife extremely sensitive. Seeing two strange men waiting to have sex with her on the screen—college students more than ten years younger than her—created an intense stimulation that made her involuntarily let out a long, heart-stirring moan.

At that moment, I quickly pulled down my wife's skirt, then removed her lace panties, leaving her completely naked.

I took out my beloved digital camera from the bedside table and pointed it at my wife

's naked body. The camera quickly captured her naked body; her two thighs were snow-white and alluring, the soft, thick pubic hair between her thighs was dark and glossy, her labia majora were plump and everted, and her vulva was wet and tight—an indescribably erotic and stimulating sight.

"Snap!" The first nude photo appeared!

I was incredibly excited; my penis was already hard! I tried hard to control my immediate urge to make love, spreading my wife's two white, rounded thighs apart, then reaching out to spread her labia at a wide angle, fully exposing her alluring vulva.

"Snap, snap!" I took two extremely erotic close-up shots of her genitals.

Unfortunately, because I loosened my grip on her labia, her plump labia automatically closed slightly, and the tender flesh of her vaginal opening wasn't fully captured in the photo.

"It seems I really need my wife's help," I thought to myself.

"Honey, come help me. Use your hands to spread your labia so I can take a close-up!"

"You're so naughty!" my wife said shyly, then cooperatively reached out and gently parted her labia majora with both hands, exposing her clitoris and vaginal opening.

"Spread them a little wider, honey!" I pressed on.

"What's there to photograph? It's so embarrassing!" my wife said, her face flushed. Even so, she still cooperated by spreading her labia wide open, revealing her pink vaginal opening, through which I could vaguely see the tender flesh inside.

"It's not me who wants to see! It's those two college students who want to see!" I deliberately provoked her.

Sure enough, upon hearing "two college students," my wife's heart skipped a beat. I saw that my wife's labia were already covered in a lot of fluid, and the tender flesh of her vaginal opening opened and closed, as if waiting for their penetration.

I quickly aimed at my wife's vulva, at that opening and closing vaginal opening, and took a picture of her obscene and alluring vulva! This is a macro shot! A resounding success!

Seeing my wife's wantonness, I seized the opportunity to take some even more lewd photos.

Thinking this, I quickly grabbed a vibrating dildo from the bedside table and said to my wife, "Let's make it even more exciting, let those two college students come sooner! You insert this, let me take the pictures!"

Mentioning those two college students seemed to excite my wife greatly; her cheeks flushed instantly, but she unconsciously did as I said. She spread her two plump, white legs as wide as possible and then picked up the vibrating dildo.

"What should we do?" my wife asked with her eyes closed.

"First, use your labia to hold the glans of the vibrating dildo in your mouth, take one picture, let them know the length of this vibrating dildo!"

Upon hearing this, my wife used her left hand to separate her two plump labia, then pressed the glans of the vibrating dildo against her vaginal opening, then released her left hand, so that her two plump labia slightly clamped the glans of the vibrating dildo.

"Okay! Don't move! Just like that!" Seeing this, I quickly snapped two pictures of the alluring action and said, "Come on, now insert it a little!"

"How much?" My wife was no longer so shy!

"Just until the massage rollers!" The back half of the vibrating penis had massage rollers.

I watched as my wife slowly spread her large labia majora and labia minora apart, the pink vaginal opening slowly opening outwards, revealing the moist inner walls. Then, with her right hand, she grasped the thick vibrating penis and inserted it.

"Oh..." my wife involuntarily cried out, perhaps because the vibrating penis was so thick!

After inserting the vibrating penis, she gently pulled it out a little, then inserted it again, pulled it out a little more, and repeated this several times until finally inserting it to the part with the massage rollers—that is, inserting it more than halfway!

The vaginal fluid that came out when the vibrator was pulled out made my wife's genitals look even more obscene.

I saw that my wife had already posed, so I quickly picked up the camera and knelt between her legs. "Snap, snap..." I took four shots in a row. The mysterious fleshy hole between my wife's thighs was completely recorded in my digital camera, and in a few hours, it would be shown to other men. I knew that the macro photography effect of the camera was quite good, even clearer than seeing with the naked eye. In that case, they would definitely be able to see my wife's pubic hair clearly.

Thinking of this, I was incredibly excited. I reached between my wife's legs, grasped the vibrator, and inserted it deep into my wife's vagina.

"Ah...oh..." My wife moaned twice as I penetrated her, her lower abdomen twitched, and her white, tender buttocks involuntarily clenched.

"Don't move! That's good!" I saw that the vibrator was completely inserted into my wife's vagina. The bulging part of the vibrator's tail spread my wife's labia wide open, making her look extremely lewd.

I picked up my camera, knelt between my wife's legs, and aimed the lens at her. Her white, glistening, and shapely mature genitals intertwined with my large, hard vibrator, creating a lewd and alluring image.

"Snap... snap..." I snapped several shots in quick succession; I've lost count of how many.

Suddenly, my wife squeezed her legs together, trapping the vibrator between her white thighs. Then she rolled over, revealing her plump, round buttocks to me. Her fair and dazzling buttocks reignited my desire to take pictures.

That huge, powerful vibrating penis could actually stay inside my wife's vagina without slipping out; you can imagine how strong the suction of her vagina was! Seeing this, I couldn't resist any longer!

I reached over and pulled the vibrating penis out of my wife's vagina.

"Ah...oh...oh...husband...I want...ah," my wife moaned lasciviously after her lower body felt empty.

"Okay! Here I come!" I said, quickly pulling down my pants, taking out my long-erect penis, holding my wife's buttocks with one hand and gripping my penis with the other, placing the glans between my wife's slightly parted labia.

After taking a deep breath, I forcefully inserted the engorged penis into my wife's vagina, all the way to her G-spot. My left hand caressed my wife's plump, white buttocks, while my right hand quickly took pictures of our joined bodies with the camera.

Because I was distracted by taking pictures, I slowed down the speed of my thrusting. By this time, my wife couldn't hold back any longer!

"Ah! Ugh! Hurry up and thrust in!... Oh!... Harder..." My wife then swayed her ample hips, thrusting back, her small, wet slit engulfing my penis, swallowing it again and again until it disappeared completely.

Seeing my wife's wanton appearance, I quickly couldn't hold back! A wave of tingling pleasure washed over me, and it was too late to hold back! Hot semen gushed out.

"Ah... I don't want you to ejaculate... I want more..." My wife cried out wantonly after I ejaculated, clearly unsatisfied.

But I quickly went limp, slipping out of her vagina. My wife, somewhat disappointed, rolled over and lay on the bed, her thighs spread, a stream of milky white semen between her pink labia, about to drip.

I knew it would take several hours for me to get an erection again after ejaculating. What should I do now?

Should I use that vibrating dildo to satisfy her? But my wife never wanted to use an electric vibrator after I ejaculated

, saying it was uncomfortable because it didn't have any heat and it was uncomfortable to insert after ejaculation!

Just when I was feeling extremely frustrated, I noticed the digital camera on the bed!

"That's right! Why don't I contact that college student?! And it's still early!" I thought to myself. We started making love right after dinner, and it was only 8 pm!

"Jinglin! Lie down for a bit, I'll contact that college student in the city and see if he has time to come?"

My wife didn't answer, perhaps she was angry because her sexual desire wasn't satisfied, or perhaps she didn't know how to answer. I didn't need her answer, but I was certain that at this moment, my wife wouldn't object to me seeing other men.

I put on a pair of shorts and quickly went to the computer in the study. I quickly sent an email to Ma Ke in the city:

Hello!

If you see this email, please contact us immediately. Our QQ number is: xxxxxxx.

We are sincere. My wife is looking forward to your penetration and to the irrigating of her tender vagina with your 20+ years of semen.

We are waiting for you on QQ!

After sending the email, I silently prayed that Ma Ke would see it immediately.

After logging into QQ, no one requested to join, and I grew anxious. Time ticked by, and about half an hour later, my wife got up from the bed, wearing only a bra and panties, and came to the computer.

"It's okay, honey! We can do it tomorrow!" my wife said considerately.

"Let's wait a little longer!" I put my arm around her waist, and she sat in my lap.

"Honey! Let's take a shower! Then go for a walk!" my wife said, pulling me towards the shower.

Looking at my wife's gentle and considerate nature, I almost gave up the idea of finding another man. Who would want to give such a gentle and beautiful wife to other men to play with, to let other strangers penetrate her most intimate parts and ejaculate thick semen into her body? I caressed my wife, my heart filled with conflict.

If I lost this opportunity, it would be difficult to bring it up again later! I knew that although my wife was saying these things to comfort me, if a strange man appeared in front of her right now, she would definitely be able to have sex with him, because her body was still brimming with unreleased desire.

What my wife said earlier was just a respectable woman comforting her husband.

I held my wife close; I could feel her need from her body temperature, because her body was still burning hot. Words can deceive, but physical sensations and signs cannot.

"Go! Honey! Don't wait! I don't want it anymore!" My wife swayed against me, her eyes fixed on the computer screen.

"Okay... " I took her advice, released her, and was about to get up to go to the bathroom.

"Ah... Look, someone wants to join!... " Suddenly my wife shouted excitedly, then quickly lowered her voice.

I knew my wife was still thinking about it! Seeing her excited expression, I felt a pang of jealousy. So she was actually hoping for a strange man like this. So I pretended to say, "Let's go! Forget him! Let's go take a shower!"

"Or... let's see... maybe it's someone else?" A blush crept onto my wife's face.

The penguin icon in the lower right corner of the computer screen kept flashing, as if urgently beckoning us, or perhaps teasing my wife.

My wife still hoped to open it and see.

"Add him! Let's see who it is!" My wife's voice trembled slightly, her tone quite seductive.

I couldn't tease her anymore, so I sat down and said, "Okay! Let's see who it is."

After saying that, I clicked on it and saw in the add-in message: "Your friend: Ma Ke."

"Ah! Jinglin! It really is him!" I said to my wife, deliberately exaggerating a little, "Add him?" "

Whatever! I don't know... it doesn't matter if I add him... right..." My wife's reply was contradictory.

I knew she was even more conflicted. She couldn't very well openly commit adultery in front of her husband, but the thrill and temptation of infidelity deeply attracted her. If we hadn't brought this up because we wanted a child and needed sperm donation, perhaps we would never have ended up like this.

But now the situation seemed to have changed. It seemed to me that my wife wasn't primarily after sperm donation, but rather seeking sexual stimulation and pleasure; of course, I myself seemed to have this tendency as well. Things seemed to have gone against our original intentions.

"What are you thinking about, honey?" My wife gently leaned on my shoulder, interrupting my thoughts.

"Oh!...nothing...what..." I came back to my senses, clearly feeling my wife's full breasts softly pressing against my shoulder, her body heat transferring to me.

I couldn't bear to make my wife uncomfortable any longer, so I quickly clicked "accept" to add her.

Soon, Ma Ke's avatar appeared in my QQ friend list; it was a big-mouthed man wearing glasses.

After a while, the icon of the big-mouthed man with glasses started flashing; he had appeared.

Ma Ke (19:56:11): Hello!

Waiting for Love (19:56:31): Hello! Where are you?

Ma Ke (19:56:16): I'm at an internet cafe!

Waiting for Love (19:56:41): Oh.

I looked back at my wife. Her face was flushed, and she didn't say anything. I asked her softly, "Shall we meet him?"

My wife didn't answer, just stared at the screen.

I didn't doubt my wife's feelings for me. I knew that what my wife wanted to do now was to find new excitement. We had been living a mundane married life for more than six years. Both our bodies and emotions were quite mature. There's a saying in society about the "seven-year itch," and besides, the thoughts my wife was showing now were also because of me.

After a short silence, Ma Ke appeared again:

Ma Ke (19:59:47): Are you there? Why aren't you saying anything?!

"How about we meet him and talk about it when we meet?" I said gently to my wife again.

I know that if I hadn't taken the initiative to suggest seeing strange men outside, my wife definitely wouldn't have brought it up herself. That's for sure. You could say that my wife's current desires were aroused by me.

Of course, as a mature woman, my wife's sexual needs are definitely very strong, and I also know that she's inherently quite promiscuous. I can't blame her; every mature woman is actually quite promiscuous, but most are confined by social morality and don't have the opportunity to express it.

"Whatever... we're going out for a walk anyway!" my wife replied softly.

Hearing my wife's reply, I immediately called Ma Ke back.

Waiting for Love (20:02:55): Yes! Do you have time? Let's meet and talk!

Ma Ke (20:03:14): I have time, how can I find you!

Waiting for Love (20:03:55): Which internet cafe are you at? We'll come pick you up, will you wait for us there? Okay?

Ma Ke (20:04:11): Sure! I'm at the Xintiandi Internet Cafe on Xueyuan Road!

Waiting for Love (20:04:41): Wait for us there! We'll be there soon!

Ma Ke (20:05:01): Oh! How can we contact you?

Waiting for Love (20:05:11): What are you wearing? We're looking for you!

Ma Ke (20:05:31): I'll look for you! Are you coming together?

Waiting for Love (20:05:39): Okay! You look for us then! I'm wearing a white bodysuit, and my wife is wearing a black slip dress.

I regretted sending that message as soon as I said it. Although we usually dress like this, and I've always liked my wife in black slip dresses—I think she looks beautiful and it really brings out a mature, sexy woman! Especially at home, I particularly enjoy seeing my wife in black slip dresses.

But is it appropriate for her to dress so sexy to meet strange men?

Before I could think about it further, Ma Ke replied.

Ma Ke (20:05:51): Oh! Got it!

Waiting for Love (20:05:59): Remembered? "Wait for us there!"

Ma Ke (20:06:11): "Okay! "

88WaitingForLove (20:06:16):

"88..." I finally let out a long sigh, my heart pounding with excitement!

My wife's face was flushed, and she leaned on my shoulder. I could feel her heart pounding, her body burning hot, her breath coming in rapid gasps, the warm breath on my neck.

"What time is it?" I asked instinctively. Actually, the time was displayed at the bottom of the computer screen. I glanced at the time after I finished speaking; it was already 8:07.

"A little past eight," my wife said softly.

I felt my heart pounding faster and faster. Should I go, or not? If I went, that guy would definitely fall for my wife; I was absolutely certain of that. And my wife would definitely fall for him too, if his situation was really as described in the letter. I knew my wife liked tall, handsome men; she had a boyfriend like that in college.

This guy is 1.78 meters tall and weighs 70 kilograms, which is definitely what my wife wants. Most importantly, his penis is 16 centimeters long and 4.5 centimeters in diameter. How could my wife not be tempted?

"Do you want to go?" "

Whatever you want

...

" "Let's go, it won't hurt to see him!" I thought, I'm a man, how can I take back what I've already said? Besides, if we want a child, we'll inevitably have to take this step sooner or later! And haven't I always wanted to break the monotony of our married life?

Besides, he's a college student and claims to be a virgin, it won't affect the stability of our family, it's just sex. Besides, seeing my wife having sex with a strange man has always been my sexual fantasy.

Thinking of this self-deceptive mentality, I felt completely relaxed.

"Then let's go now!" By this time, I was much calmer. Anyway, sooner or later my wife would have sex with a stranger, it's all the same, so what's the point of waiting! Waiting is just uncomfortable!

"Then...then I should wash up?" My wife left my shoulder and stood up.

"Alright! Then hurry up!" I thought to myself, in case my wife really wants to have sex with that strange guy, it's better to wash up first to avoid embarrassment.

Lost in thought, I dressed and waited for my wife.

She finished washing quickly. When she came out of the bathroom, I noticed her face was meticulously made up, making her look even more mature and alluring, radiating the sexiness of a mature woman.

My wife, naked, took a set of black lingerie from the closet.

This lingerie was my favorite; I bought it for her last year when I was training in Beijing. She rarely wore it, usually only during sex, mainly for visual stimulation. Sometimes, wearing sexy lingerie during sex was more stimulating than being naked.

This sexy lingerie set consisted of three pieces: a black transparent lace invisible camisole bra, a black transparent sheer thong-style pantyhose, and black transparent mesh open-crotch pantyhose. Just holding this sexy lingerie in my hands felt incredibly stimulating, let alone wearing it on my sexy wife.

At this moment, my wife came into the bedroom completely naked. Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at her impressive figure, then picked up a black, transparent lace bra, put it on, and fastened it. She then pulled the bra up, covering her two white, full breasts.

Because the bra cups were semi-transparent, her white breasts and cherry-pink nipples appeared alluringly veiled. My wife looked at her breasts, then reached out and pinched her nipples, pulling her breasts closer together, creating a deep cleavage on her alabaster-white breasts, exuding boundless sensuality.

I felt a pang of jealousy. Really! Such a beautiful and sexy wife was going to be played with by another man. And she was all clean and dressed so sexily!

My wife, however, paid no attention to my thoughts. She simply picked up a pair of black, semi-transparent mesh pantyhose with an open crotch.

Was she going to wear underwear? Watching her put on the pantyhose, I assumed she was nervous or excited and had forgotten to wear underwear, or…?

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly said, “Jinglin, you forgot to wear underwear!”

My wife rolled her eyes at me. “Honey, you don’t remember! You have to put on the pantyhose first! Then put on underwear, otherwise it’ll be inconvenient, and besides…” She stopped mid-sentence.

“Oh!” Hearing that she hadn’t finished speaking, I continued, “What are you saying? Wearing it this way is different from wearing it that way!”

Hearing this, my wife blushed and said, “Wearing it this way, later… I just need to take off my underwear, and… you… didn’t you say men… like this…? Ugh!”

My wife stammered out the rest, and I finally understood what she meant.

It turns out there's a reason for wearing open-crotch stockings before underwear. There are two advantages: first, you can just take off your underwear before sex; second, wearing open-crotch stockings during sex definitely adds a unique touch.

It seems my wife is really going to seduce this college student; the level of care she put into her outfit is no less than when she got married.

"Oh, I see! Then hurry up!" I said to my wife with a smile.

At this moment, I saw my wife sit on the edge of the bed, putting on black mesh transparent open-crotch stockings on her fair feet, and then slowly rolling them up to her thighs. After rolling them up to her round, plump thighs, she slowly stood up and carefully continued to pull the open-crotch stockings up until they reached her waist.

My wife was wearing the open-crotch stockings, and my penis was almost bursting out of my pants.

The black open-crotch pantyhose only covered her thighs and half of her plump buttocks, leaving her two plump, snow-white buttocks completely exposed. Looking in the mirror, her entire vulva below her soft abdomen was also fully exposed. The white skin against the black pantyhose, along with the dark pubic hair, created an irresistible and intense stimulation.

My wife's figure was truly amazing! Completely voluptuous.

Then, my wife sat on the bed again, picked up the small black thong-style pantyhose, and raised her legs. At this moment, I clearly saw my wife's full, plump labia. Adorned with dark pubic hair, the full, plump labia appeared exceptionally mysterious and alluring.

My wife raised her legs high, put the small thong on her legs, and then pulled it up to her thighs, quickly putting on the small black thong-style pantyhose.

Perhaps because she was sitting, the crotch of her narrow thong was wedged between her plump labia majora, with her dark pubic hair sparsely exposed. When my wife noticed, she reached down, pulling up the narrow strip of fabric with one hand and tidying up the exposed pubic hair with the other, making her look incredibly lewd.

Actually, I thought my wife's narrow thong was practically the same as not wearing any at all, and even more alluring. The semi-transparent thong added to the mystery and temptation of her already mysterious vulva.

"Damn! It's practically provocative!" I thought to myself.

Then, as agreed, my wife found a sheer black slip dress from the closet and put it on. Because it was a slip dress, her entire fair shoulders were exposed, and the invisible straps of her black lace bra were deeply embedded in her fair skin. Seeing this, my wife adjusted the straps of her slip dress, covering her bra straps.

"Everything's all set up! My wife's about to be given to another man!" I let out a long sigh.

"Does it look good, honey?" my wife said flirtatiously.

"It looks good! Even better than when you got married!" I said sourly.

"Ugh! I didn't understand you men's psychology back then! Who knew you men were so lustful!" my wife retorted shyly.

"That's why young married women are the most popular with men these days!" I deliberately emphasized the word "young married woman.

" "I'm not talking to you anymore! You're so annoying!"

"Okay! Okay! I won't say anymore, but seriously, seeing you like this, I want to do it with you right now!" I said, touching my wife's plump, exposed buttocks.

"Really? Ah... it's really hard!..." Hearing me say that, my wife reached out and touched my erect penis.

"Yeah, right! How about we do it once?..."

"No! I just got dressed! I'll give it to you when we get back! I'll do whatever you want when we get back, okay?" My wife said, her face flushed.

"Let's do it once..." I stroked her delicate body, my desire growing stronger, and whispered in her ear, "Just pull your panties aside so I can put them in!"

"Huh? That'll get my pants dirty!" My wife insisted, "Besides, there's no time."

"No! It'll be quick." "

Oh! Ah... no... ah!!" My wife still wanted to resist, but my hand had already touched between her thighs. She screamed and tried to use her legs to clamp my hand that was advancing inside, but I had already touched her vulva and teasingly pinched and played with her tender labia majora.

"Come on, let me put it in!" I said, as I pulled my hard penis out of my pants and pressed it between her plump buttocks.

The wife resisted for a while, perhaps thinking that she was about to have sex with another man, and that her husband needed her but she wasn't giving him any, she felt guilty. So she spread her legs, put her hands on the edge of the bed, and raised her buttocks high.

This position was really lewd, and I thrust my penis in hard.

"Ah!..." My wife cried out as I penetrated her.

I held my wife's buttocks with both hands and began to thrust quickly. My wife's vagina was already very wet, with a lot of vaginal fluid. Each thrust brought a strong stimulation to my penis. After about thirty thrusts, I felt like I was going to ejaculate.

"Oh! I'm going to cum!"

"No! Wait until I come back later!" My wife cried out immediately, and at the same time, she pushed her hands away and lay face down on the bed, and my penis slid out of her vagina.

"Okay, honey, you're so naughty... You'll leave me hanging like this again. What am I supposed to do if you ejaculate now?" She playfully hit me, then said shyly, "Let's go! Save your energy. You can do whatever you want with me when we get back..." "

Okay! You said it!" I finally managed to hold back from ejaculating, grabbed some toilet paper from the bedside table, and wiped my penis clean. My

wife had already gotten up from the bed, pulled her thong-style panties back into place, and straightened her skirt, saying, "Let's go, honey!"

I nodded and took my wife out.

I drove my Bora with my wife, and we quickly arrived at Xueyuan Road.

There are several universities here, the largest being XX University, a comprehensive college. University students these days probably don't have as much academic pressure as we did back then, so you can see many students coming and going on Xueyuan Road.

There are dozens of internet cafes of all sizes on Xueyuan Road, and every one of them is doing very well.

We drove slowly, looking for Xintiandi Internet Cafe, and soon we found it.

This was a fairly large internet cafe, with many people coming and going. My wife and I sat in the car, watching the passersby, but we couldn't tell who would be the man my wife would be going to meet.

"Shall we get out and find him?" I said to my wife as I unbuckled my seatbelt.

My wife nodded; I guess she was both excited and expectant at that moment, because she had already unbuckled her seatbelt. It seemed she had been looking forward to finding that stranger for a long time, just waiting for me to say it.

After I closed the car door, my wife took my arm, and we walked towards the internet cafe together.

Perhaps it was my wife's mature feminine charm, or perhaps it was because her clothing was too revealing, but on the way to the internet cafe, we attracted a lot of stares from male college students. Several of them seemed to have X-ray vision, as if they could see right through my wife's already scant clothing.

Soon we were standing in front of the Xintiandi Internet Cafe.

My wife and I stood there for a while. Several male students stared at my wife for a long time. I thought one of them was the man, but when I was about to go up and say hello, I found that they quickly slipped away.

After standing there for about ten minutes, no male students came to approach us.

"Jinglin! You wait here, I'll go in and check, okay?" I asked my wife.

"Oh! Okay, don't stay too long!" My wife was probably a little uneasy, noticing so many eager young men staring at her, and now that I was about to leave her alone.

"Okay! Call me when you find him, I'll be right back!" I reassured her.

After saying that, I left my wife and went into the Xintiandi Internet Cafe. It probably had nearly 100 terminals and was crowded.

I looked at each terminal one by one, deliberately walking slowly, like I was conducting an inspection, even though I had no idea what the other person looked like, but I wanted to attract their attention.

However, after circling the internet cafe twice, apart from attracting the attention of the owner, no one else seemed to notice me. I was worried the owner might mistake me for someone from the Cultural Bureau or the Public Security Bureau, so I quickly slipped out of the internet cafe. Just

as I was about to leave, I saw my wife chatting happily with a tall male student.

It seemed my wife had found him. I was about to go and greet him, but suddenly a spying thought flashed through my mind: to see what they were saying that made my wife forget to call me.

With that thought, I took out my phone and pretended to answer it, standing near the window where I could see and hear them, while they would have little chance of noticing me.

My wife was facing away from the internet cafe door, which meant her back was to me, while the guy, perhaps afraid to face her directly, stood diagonally beside her, his profile visible to me.

He was a tall, strong young man, just as described online, even more muscular and imposing than I had imagined. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, his thick, muscular arms and thighs a deep bronze, the prominent muscles emphasizing his vigorous physique. He also had a lot of body hair, making him extremely sexy—definitely the kind of man a married woman would like. No wonder my wife forgot to call me.

I watched and listened intently to their conversation.

"Mrs. Wang, you're so beautiful!" It seems my wife has already told this guy my last name. Hopefully, she hasn't told him my first name either. They've probably been chatting for a while now.

"Oh...you're...very handsome too..." My wife's voice was soft, strained, and halting. I guessed she was saying he was handsome. Sure enough, I saw his face turn red, so my guess was correct.

"You don't have a girlfriend...how come...you want...to...find...online...ah..." My wife's voice was so soft that I couldn't hear her at all.

"I like mature women, I don't like young girls, so I don't have a girlfriend," the guy replied.

From his answer, I could guess that my wife was asking him if he had a girlfriend and why he was looking for women online.

"Well...what's so good about that...isn't younger ones better?" My wife seemed to ask something else.

"My classmate said mature women are more interesting! I mean, that kind of thing is more interesting, and..."

I noticed my wife's face suddenly turn red. From their fragmented conversation, I guessed she was asking him why he didn't date younger girls but instead chose someone like her, and the guy replied that mature women were more interesting, specifically in terms of sex, and that his classmate had told him so.

It seems college students these days really know how to enjoy life; they know mature women are fun even at such a young age! Damn it!

I cursed inwardly.

"And what?!" my wife was still asking him, and I heard her clearly!

"And it's with your husband, it's very exciting... and it'll be hard to have that kind of opportunity again..." This time, I couldn't quite hear what he said!

He probably didn't want to say it too loudly, but I could completely guess what he meant: he thought having sex with me and my wife was very exciting and pleasurable, and that such opportunities wouldn't come often.

This guy was telling the truth! And I found my guess was absolutely right, because I saw my wife's face turn even redder, and I also noticed that the guy's crotch seemed even more bulging than before. Was his penis erect?

My heart started racing! My eyes were glued to his crotch, and I quickly realized my judgment was correct.

He reached into his pocket, probably trying to tuck his erection under to avoid being seen, but it didn't seem to work well! I guess it was my wife's sexy outfit, the earlier conversation, and the anticipation of the upcoming sex that had him so excited.

At that moment, my wife seemed to notice his erection too. I saw her glancing at his genitals from time to time. Their expressions were no longer as natural as before; it was clear they each had their own thoughts.

I thought my wife must be completely flustered! The phrase "blushing face, rapid breathing, hot breath, eyes full of longing, anticipating sharing the river of love" suddenly came to mind. It seemed my wife was definitely like that.

However, I couldn't blame my wife. She's a mature woman, and because of me, she didn't experience the orgasm and pleasure she deserved. Especially before coming here, the desire I had aroused in her must have made her think this way, especially since I wasn't with her; a young, muscular man was with her.

While I was lost in thought, my phone rang! It startled me away from all my wandering thoughts.

I looked at the caller ID; it was my wife calling. It seemed she needed my help.

I gathered my thoughts and quickly walked a little further into the internet cafe to answer her call.

"Hello! Jinglin! I haven't found her yet!"

"He's already here! Come out!" My wife's voice trembled slightly.

"Okay! I'll be right there!" I hung up the phone with a smug smile.

I deliberately circled the internet cafe before emerging. The first thing I noticed when I saw my wife was the shyness a woman feels after being loved, a complex and timid look reminiscent of someone caught having an affair. She deliberately avoided my gaze.

"Honey! He's..." My wife quickly lowered her head, but then looked away again, a blush creeping onto her pretty face. She had seen the shape of the guy's erect penis, which had made her heart flutter.

Following my wife's gaze, I looked at the guy and couldn't help but chuckle.

It turned out that after seeing me, his erect penis quickly shrunk back to its normal, flat state.

I hoped I hadn't scared him into impotence! I thought to myself with mixed feelings.

We stood there awkwardly for a moment, then I quickly put on a cheerful face and said to the guy, "Hello!"

"Hello!" the guy replied, but he didn't look me in the eye.

"Oh dear! It's almost 10 o'clock, let's find a place to get some late-night snacks!" I deliberately glanced at my watch.

The guy nodded, and the three of us walked towards my Bora.

I got into the driver's seat first. Just as my wife was about to open the passenger door, the guy saw this and quickly opened the back door in a

fawning manner, then looked at my wife. My wife didn't refuse, but looked up at me. I think my wife must be in a dilemma right now; she probably wanted to sit in the back with that guy, but she was worried about me. At this moment, I nodded considerately, and my wife quickly slipped into the back seat, and the guy followed.

I started the Bora and quickly drove away from the Xintiandi Internet Cafe.

The Bora slowly cruised through the bustling crowd, and my thoughts were also wandering. I glanced at them through the rearview mirror and saw my wife sitting against the door, with that guy right next to her.

We were almost at Xueyuan Road, only about a ten-minute drive from our place. I mentally calculated the time and also considered where to go for a late-night snack. Should we find a hotel for a late-night snack and then go straight to the next step, or just find a random place outside for a late-night snack and then go home for the "borrowing seed"? Or should we let them talk in the car?

My mind was in turmoil: Was it appropriate to bring a strange man home? Would my wife agree to go to a hotel? In the car, it definitely wouldn't work! As I thought this, I slowly drove, glancing again at my wife and the guy in the back seat in the rearview mirror.

I noticed that my wife's face was a little red, and she seemed a little uncomfortable. I didn't know when, but the guy had pulled my wife to the middle seat in the back, and now he was pressed even closer to my wife than before. I felt something was wrong, and I secretly adjusted the rearview mirror. Since my wife was sitting in the middle, without the obstruction of the front seat, I could see her body clearly in the rearview mirror.

My wife, wearing a sundress, had her shapely, white thighs encased in sheer, mesh stockings. The flesh-colored skin peeking through the thin black mesh stockings looked incredibly mysterious and sexy. Having been sitting for a while, the already short skirt had unknowingly ridden up a bit, almost exposing her upper thighs.

I could vaguely see the crotch of her thong in the rearview mirror, and my blood rushed to my head.

I composed myself, reminding myself that I was driving and couldn't be too distracted. I glanced at the back seat again, and there was a hand on my wife's white thigh. The hand on her shapely, white thigh was jarring; its bronze color contrasted sharply with the delicate, snow-white skin of her thigh, intensely arousing me.

"Damn it! This guy's already messing with my wife! He's so damn impatient!" I cursed inwardly. We

reached a traffic light ahead, and it was red! I slowly brought the Bora to a stop and glanced at the rearview mirror again. I saw that the guy's hand was already wrapped around my wife's inner thigh, and her body was writhing. I guessed he had also violated her upper body. My

heart was in turmoil. I wondered if that guy had already thoroughly groped my wife.

I was worried that others would see them. My anxiety made me glance out the window involuntarily. Thankfully, no one had stopped on either side of the Bora. Suddenly, I felt like I was standing guard. A bitter smile flashed through my mind. A childhood doggerel flashed through my head: "Master eats meat, I drink soup; Master xx, I stand guard!"

Back then, that doggerel was a joke, something I always thought was impossible. Now it had finally happened! And it had happened to me! Sigh!

The red light finally turned green, and I overcame my slight frustration. So what if a strange man was touching my wife's inner thigh? Anyway, I was going to let him penetrate me and ejaculate deep inside her. Thinking about all that, what was this little thing?

Besides, my wife seemed quite willing!

I know I shouldn't be thinking like this, but the situation only allowed me to think this way, otherwise I'd faint, I really would faint!!

I started the Bora, and suddenly heard my wife's panting from the back seat. I instinctively glanced at the rearview mirror.

I saw my wife loosely grasping his large hand that was inside her skirt. A small, white hand intertwined with a large, bronze hand was strikingly jarring. My wife's plump thighs were spread wide; I guessed that guy wanted to put his hand inside her, and she was refusing because she was afraid I would see.

However, knowing my wife as I do, I knew her refusal wouldn't last long. In fact, it only fueled the guy's desire, unintentionally adding to the excitement—the so-called "half-hearted resistance, half-willingness, coy refusal"!

I stared at the base of my wife's thighs, and sure enough, I guessed right. No one knows a wife better than her husband.

Ah, indeed, my wife's coy "half-hearted resistance, half-willingness, coy refusal" encouraged his further actions. The guy's hand had already reached my wife's most intimate part through her panties, his fingers finding the vulva and rubbing it up and down.

My wife began to writhe restlessly, whether to reject the guy or to increase her pleasure!

Seeing my wife's somewhat intense reaction, the guy stimulated her vulva even more vigorously.

I estimated that in another half minute, the guy's hand would definitely be inside my wife. In that case, I'd just drive straight home! They'd already had foreplay; there was no question of a harmonious atmosphere! Thinking this, before accelerating, I glanced at them again in the rearview mirror.

Sure enough, the young man's fingers had already slipped into my wife's panties, teasing her genitals.

My wife was writhing in pain from his teasing, but she didn't seem to resist. I knew that if she closed her plump, white thighs, he wouldn't be able to reach her private parts, and right now, her thighs were wide apart.

I knew she was enjoying his touch immensely, or at least finding it very stimulating.

Her writhing was a way of accommodating his fingers, just like when we made love at home. Under my caresses, she was seeking even greater pleasure. I guessed she was already very wet, her plump labia majora open,

clearly yearning for a thick, long penis to penetrate her.

I know my wife too well! We've been married for six years! I can understand her every move.

Suddenly, I wanted to confirm my guess, so I turned the rearview mirror back to its original position and could see my wife's expression clearly.

And what did I see? My blood rushed to my head! I was absolutely right!!

My wife's face was flushed with ecstasy, her eyes slightly closed, her small mouth slightly open as she breathed heavily. The straps of her sundress were caught on her arms, revealing her black transparent bra. Her firm breasts, already quite perky, now appeared even fuller and higher, her nipples erect and engorged. She seemed very excited, just like the expression on her face before climax when we make love at home. I knew that expression on my wife's face all too well.

"Mmm...mmm..."

My wife was humming softly. I was absolutely certain that her moans were a result of physical stimulation, an instinctive reaction, or rather, a physiological response. It was also a consequence of that guy's ingratiating kisses on her breasts.

At this moment, if I were to thrust into her vagina a few dozen times more forcefully, she would definitely reach a sexual climax. I really wanted to stop the car, thrust my penis deep into her vagina, and bring her to orgasm.

Seeing this, I realized that my penis was painfully hard.

So this is what it's like to see my wife being played with by a strange man! I thought to myself, if I were to see a strange man's penis inside my wife's vagina and ejaculate, I wonder how exciting that would be!

Thinking of the impending thrill, I involuntarily sped up, and soon the Bora

pulled into our garden community residential area.

"Hmm!" I cleared my throat deliberately to remind them, "We're almost home!"

After saying that, I glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that the two of them quickly separated! My wife immediately started tidying her clothes and hair; it seemed she still didn't want to appear too promiscuous in front of me.

The car was almost in front of our building, so I slowed down, calculating the time while they tidied their clothes.

Although the car was driving slowly, we arrived at our building quickly. I glanced at them again and saw that they had basically finished what they were doing, seemingly waiting to get out of the car.

So I slammed on the brakes and stopped the Bora! I said, "Jinglin, you and Ma Ke go up first! I'll park the car in the garage and be right there!"

My wife nodded at me, looking a little embarrassed, glanced at the guy, and then slowly walked into the stairwell.

The guy was also quick-witted; he saw my wife walk ahead! I quickly followed, but not alongside my wife; instead, I followed behind her. There were probably two reasons: first, walking alongside her was a little awkward; second, following behind allowed me to boldly and openly admire my wife's plump, round buttocks.

My wife's plump buttocks have always been my love and pride, and I enjoy following behind her every time we go upstairs, fully appreciating them.

I think Ma Ke must have had that reason too, which is why he followed behind my wife.

Watching them enter the building, I started calculating the time. I estimated they would be home in about a minute, since we live on the third floor, it wouldn't take too long.

What would be the first thing they do when they get home? I wondered as I opened the garage door.

Back in the car, I sat in the driver's seat, about to start the Bora, when a thought suddenly flashed through my mind: check if my wife's vaginal fluid was still there on the back seat. So I turned on the interior light, got out, and went to the back seat. I touched the spot where my wife had been, and sure enough, it felt a little wet. It seemed my wife had indeed been aroused by that guy's touching .

I felt a pang of jealousy, but mostly excitement and thrill.

I returned to the driver's seat, lit a cigarette, and started wondering what my wife and that guy were doing.

Had they already undressed, or had they started foreplay? Had my wife seen that guy's penis...?

My mind raced with all sorts of thoughts, and I quickly finished the cigarette. I figured they should be home by now, so I started the Bora and drove into the garage.

After locking the garage door, I started going upstairs! My heart started racing too.

My mind was a bit of a mess. I quickly arrived at my front door and stopped, listening intently for any sounds, but there seemed to be none—at least not the lewd noises I'd imagined.

I pushed open the door and deliberately called out loudly, "Jinglin! Get me a pair of slippers!"

"Your slippers are in the shoe cabinet!" my wife replied, coming out of the bedroom.

"Oh..." I answered, glancing sideways to see the guy sitting somewhat awkwardly on the living room sofa, his eyes glued to the TV. When he saw me, he seemed about to stand up but didn't, completely unlike his unrestrained self in the car.

I guessed the bright living room lights made him feel constrained; after all, he was here to play with someone else's wife, not to give a lecture.

My wife felt the same way, completely unlike her relaxed self in the car. After coming out of the bedroom, she didn't dare look the guy in the eye.

"Jinglin, pour Xiaoma a glass of water!" I had to break the ice. After instructing my wife, I said to the young man, "Xiaoma, make yourself at home, look around!"

"Uh! Okay!" Xiaoma stood up from the sofa. He was still very reserved!

"It's okay, just look around!" "

Oh! You're busy! I'll watch TV!" He seemed a little lost, after all, he was only in his early twenties.

It seemed the problem was getting complicated. How could we proceed with the sperm donation tonight like this?

Actually, there was a way to break the ice: have some alcohol. But wouldn't alcohol affect sperm quality? That's what the books say! I really couldn't think of a better solution.

I should chat with this young man first! Maybe the atmosphere would be better. Thinking this, I went to his side and said, "Sit down!"

I patted his shoulder, and then we both sat down on the sofa.

My wife had just brought over a glass of water, looking rather awkward. I quickly said to her, "Jinglin! Go turn off the main light in the living room. It's too bright; it's uncomfortable watching TV!" "

Okay!" My wife placed the water in front of the guy without even a polite word and hurriedly went to turn off the light. It seemed she also felt the light was too bright!

With a "click," the light switch went off, and the living room lights immediately dimmed, creating a warm atmosphere. I noticed the guy's expression quickly relaxed.

Seeing this, I said to my wife, "Come on, Jinglin! You can watch TV too!"

My wife quickly came over to us, but didn't know where to sit.

"Come on! Sit here!" I stood up and let my wife sit between me and the guy.

My wife quickly sat down between us, and the scent of a mature woman soon filled the air. I felt a surge of desire, and I figured the guy would feel even more aroused! But the guy didn't make a move. It seemed he wouldn't do anything without some stimulation!

With that thought in mind, my hands began to move. I casually put my arm around my wife's bare, fair shoulders, grabbed the two straps of her bra, and slowly pulled them down. My wife noticed my actions and clearly understood my intention—to arouse that guy. So, after a slight struggle, she let me do as I pleased.

Soon, I had pulled down her two straps, and her snow-white breasts, adorned with a sheer bra, were fully exposed to both of us.

Then, I reached behind her back, found the bra clasp, and with a push and a pull, my wife's bra was off. My wife seemed to struggle, yet also seemed to cooperate, shifting her body slightly, and the bra was now completely in my hands! I could still feel the warmth of my wife's body on the bra I had just taken off, so I deliberately handed it to the guy.

"Here, please put this on the low cabinet!" I handed him my wife's bra. Actually, I could have just put it on the coffee table in front of us, but my purpose was to let him feel my wife's warmth and scent, further arousing him.

Sure enough, this trick worked. After taking his wife's bra, the guy seemed reluctant to let go. I saw him sniffing the scent of the bra.

"How stupid! My wife is sitting right next to him, and he's sniffing this!" I cursed him inwardly.

After a while, the guy finally put the bra down! He turned to look at his wife, his face immediately turning red.

I knew that my wife was really stimulating him right now; I felt the same way, admiring a mature woman at such close range.

My wife's pair of plump, white, and delicate breasts were nakedly displayed before the guy and me. Her fair and full breasts stood high on her chest, trembling slightly with her slightly rapid breathing. The bright red nipples were as luscious as two fresh grapes, very sexy.

But the young man still didn't dare to make a move. He was clearly excited but also very hesitant. He wanted to touch her, but didn't know how to begin. A feeling of being held back was evident in the bulge in his crotch and the way he swallowed nervously as he looked at his wife's soft breasts and delicate nipples.

"Come on! Help me check my wife's breasts for lumps," I said, offering a ridiculous excuse for the young man to play with my wife's breasts.

The excuse was so flimsy that I almost laughed after saying it, and my wife blushed and glared at me.

After saying that, I began to caress my wife's delicate breasts. The young man took a deep breath and then placed his hand on my wife's breasts. Instantly, his crotch bulged even higher. He was completely mesmerized by what he was seeing, not knowing what he was doing, just caressing and playing with them haphazardly, like a child who had just received a favorite toy.

My wife leaned back on the sofa, letting the four of us fondle her breasts. Soon, she became somewhat wanton; her cheeks flushed, her face was slightly red, her breathing rapid and hot—a picture of burgeoning lust.

"Oh...mmm...mmm...mmm," she moaned pleasurably, as if encouraging the man.

He quickly mastered the technique, discovering her sensitive spots.

She began to writhe under his touch, and then his gaze was drawn to what lay beneath her skirt. He bent down and lifted her skirt, revealing her shapely thighs. He then lowered his head, examining her like a gynecologist.

"Damn it!" I cursed inwardly, feeling a pang of jealousy, but quickly recovered. What man wouldn't want to see a woman's private parts? Even I often part my wife's private parts to admire them, let alone this guy who was seeing a woman's private parts so closely for the first time, especially since he was looking at someone else's wife.

Then, I saw him gently part my wife's thighs! I quickly noticed a line of white, sticky fluid hanging from the inside of her thighs, and strands of vaginal fluid were constantly seeping out through her narrow thong. I noticed his hand twitch; I guessed he really wanted to pull down the black thong to see, but he restrained himself!

It seemed he could only imagine how alluring her private parts were between her delicate thighs and below her abdomen.

I secretly chuckled to myself—actually, I wouldn't stop him at this moment; I actually hoped my wife would refuse him appropriately, or at least act like she was playing hard to get. But at this moment, my wife seemed to be immersed in the pleasure of being caressed.

Just then, I noticed the guy started moving again. It seemed my wife's mature, sexy body was still enticing him. He looked down again and saw her narrow panties tightly covering her full vulva. Between her plump thighs, a few dark pubic hairs peeked out. The skin between her full, white thighs was incredibly smooth, delicate, and elastic.

I knew he would be excited. Not wanting to spoil his fun, I deliberately hid my face behind my wife, so he couldn't see me, but I could clearly see his every move.

Sure enough, the guy became even more aroused. I could feel him breathing heavily. I knew he really wanted to immediately pull off my wife's panties and see the depths of her vagina, the symbol of womanhood, and her delicate labia majora and minora.

At that moment, I glanced at his crotch and noticed that he had somehow pulled his penis out of his pants. He probably felt a bit pent up, or maybe he was masturbating. I stared at his penis and saw that he was very aroused; it was fully engorged, the glans about the size of a duck egg, purplish-red, and seemed to be throbbing. Suddenly,

a strange thought flashed through my mind! — "If I let my wife touch his penis, would he ejaculate immediately?"

Thinking it, I acted on it! I looked at my wife and saw that she was closed-eyed, looking blissfully ecstatic, enjoying the pleasure and stimulation that the guy and I were giving her. She wasn't even paying attention to us, and the guy was only focused on my wife's private parts. So, I secretly reached out, took my wife's hand, and guided her soft, white hand to the guy's crotch.

I quickly pulled my hand back, and my wife's hand naturally touched the guy's erect penis.

The guy immediately let out an excited "Oh!..."

I pretended not to know what was going on and continued to caress and play with my wife's soft, white breasts, while secretly glancing at her reaction. I noticed she didn't seem to notice anything amiss; she appeared oblivious to the fact that she was handling a stranger's penis, still lost in

her own ecstasy. Then, the man shifted his body, picked up his erect penis, and placed it in my wife's palm. My wife seemed to instinctively grasp it, and her eyes seemed to open slightly. At the same time, I felt her body heat up even more!

I was certain my wife now knew she was touching a stranger's penis, and she had seen it—the hard, thick penis! Her rapid breathing and burning body confirmed this.

At this point, the man was truly at a loss. My wife gently stroked his erect penis, teasing the smooth glans with her soft thumb. I saw a large amount of fluid secreting from the opening of his glans; he was clearly incredibly excited.

"Mmm... Ah... Oh," sure enough, the guy was aroused by my wife and groaned excitedly.

When I looked at the guy's penis again, I was almost startled. It was incredibly thick, a whole size bigger than mine, and also very long. If it were inserted into my wife's vagina, it would definitely reach places I'd never been before. The glans was now swollen bigger than a duck egg, the mushroom-shaped inguinal canthus forming a distinct barb, and the veins on the shaft were bulging, highlighting its astonishing vitality.

"Looks like my wife's in for a treat!" I thought to myself, secretly surprised.

Just as I was marveling at this, I noticed my wife's delicate white hands had moved to the guy's testicles. Her hands were cradling two enormous testicles, looking heavy, as if proving to my wife and me that they were full of semen.

My wife was constantly rubbing the guy's testicles, as if teasing those millions of sperm to ejaculate into her vagina sooner.

"Oh...oh..." The guy was already too excited to bear it. I thought that if I hadn't been there, he would definitely have already inserted that thick penis into my wife's body.

My wife was just as excited. I was sure that if I weren't there, she would have willingly inserted that huge, thick, unfamiliar penis into her vagina. She was enduring the torment of sexual desire mainly because of me, her husband, and it was her first time!

Seeing my wife and that guy so aroused, I became even more excited. I deliberately whispered in her ear, "Do you want his penis inside you?"

I used the vulgar word "penis" intentionally to further arouse her!

My wife blushed, nodded up and down, then quickly shook her head. Like a greedy child seeing something they wanted to eat, desperately wanting a delicious meal, yet also hoping for their parents' permission—a strong contradiction.

A surge of controlled pleasure flashed through my mind, and I shifted my gaze back to the young man's genitals. At that moment, my wife's soft, white hand moved to his penis and began to stroke it rapidly, seemingly trying to provoke him into taking the initiative. It seemed my wife wanted him to be more proactive, so she could satisfy her burgeoning lust while maintaining her image in front of her husband.

The young man also seemed to be waiting for his wife's initiative, enduring the intense stimulation of her masturbation while intensifying his stimulation.

I don't know if the young man spread my wife's thighs apart, or if my wife herself spread them apart voluntarily; I only saw the young man's hand moving incessantly. Although I couldn't see my wife's genitals, I knew from his movements that his hand was definitely inside her.

I could tell my wife was really enjoying the pleasure that guy's fingers were giving her, but his fingers were too small to really solve the problem. And his finger thrusts didn't seem very precise, so my wife seemed to want to reciprocate, but she was afraid of being discovered, so her movements were small, just a constant swaying of her hips.

Although she wanted to moan, she seemed worried about me, so she could only suppress intermittent "hmm...hmm...hmm" sounds.

Seeing this, I couldn't bear to let my wife suppress her moans any longer!

"Since I'll have to let my wife sleep with a stranger sooner or later anyway, I might as well do it now!" I finally made up my mind!

Suddenly, my phone rang with the music of "The Matador."

The rousing "Matador" music startled all three of us from our reverie.

My wife, startled by the sudden music, opened her tightly closed eyes and looked at me, seemingly a little panicked.

My wife was nothing like her usual self. Normally, she had delicate, well-proportioned features, a tall figure, light makeup, and fair skin nurtured by the Jiangnan region—truly resembling Yang Guifei reborn. Her black suit, with its barely concealed red lace bra, accentuated her enviable curves, showcasing the characteristics of a modern professional woman.

But now, she was a completely different person. Her face was flushed, her breasts were fully exposed, her clothes were disheveled, and she was practically naked—a complete harlot.

Suddenly, my wife realized her hand was still holding that boy's penis. A blush immediately spread across her face, and she quickly released her hand, saying coquettishly, "Oh, how annoying..."

She glanced at his penis again, a hint of reluctance in her eyes. At the same time, she subconsciously closed her parted, fair, and rounded thighs.

The young man's hand, still inserted between my wife's thighs, was clamped between her legs. He tried to pull it out, but it was trapped by her tightly clenched thighs, and an embarrassed expression appeared on his face.

"Ah...you're so annoying...ah..." my wife said coquettishly.

At this moment, my wife must have realized that her genitals were still being touched by a strange man, so she appeared very shy.

While saying coquettishly, my wife parted her tightly clenched thighs a little, allowing the young man to naturally pull his hand out.

"Oh..." As soon as the young man pulled his hand out, my wife let out a soft moan, probably feeling even more empty in her genitals at this moment.

Following my wife's moan, I looked over and saw that the young man's fingers were covered with my wife's vaginal fluid, glistening slightly in the light reflected from the television. It seemed that my wife had already released quite a bit of vaginal fluid.

Just as I was engrossed in watching, my wife noticed, her already flushed face turning even redder. She playfully slapped me and said, "You're so annoying... what are you looking at... answer the phone!"

Her playful scolding made me quickly release my disheveled wife, pick up my phone, and see it was a call from my boss. I told them, "I need to take this call!"

Then I went to the balcony.

It turned out my boss wanted me to remind him to attend an important meeting tomorrow. He was worried about oversleeping, so he called before going to bed to remind him.

After hanging up, I was about to return to the living room when a thought suddenly flashed through my mind.

"Peeping!"

A surge of excitement welled up inside me. How thrilling it would be to spy on my wife having sex with a strange man! And it would allow my wife to be more open with him. They hadn't continued earlier because I was there; now the opportunity had arrived!

A win-win situation!

Thinking this, I feigned helplessness and returned to the living room, saying to my wife, "Jinglin! The boss wants me to rush to write a report; it's due tomorrow at work!!"

"Ah! Then..." A hint of disappointment flashed in my wife's eyes.

I knew she assumed that while I was at the company, she would also send that guy away, thus ruining tonight's passionate moment.

I was urgently considering whether to let that guy stay at home, or have him leave with me, and then have him sneak back? I needed to choose!

If he stayed home, the voyeurism wouldn't be as exciting, since I had consented, and my wife would also miss out on the thrill of the affair. If he left with me and then came back to have sex with my wife, that would definitely be exciting, but there was a risk: they might not continue.

It really was a case of risk and excitement being directly proportional!

Suddenly, I thought of a perfect solution.

"I'll go to the study to finish some materials. You guys stay here... and continue..." I said.

"Oh, is that so..." My wife's eyes lit up with excitement; I knew she was hoping I'd leave soon.

"It's alright! It'll only take me about two hours to finish the materials!" I deliberately gave them time.

"Then come back early! I'll go cook some late-night snacks, and we'll eat while we wait for you," my wife seemed to be suggesting they pass the two hours with a late-night snack.

"Okay! Go cook some late-night snacks then! I'll go finish the materials first!" I was secretly curious to see how they'd eat their late-night snacks! After saying that, I gave the guy a knowing nod, as a hint, and then pretended to be in a hurry as I went to the computer in the study.

The study was next to the kitchen, so I could hear most of what was happening there. I opened the computer, found some random information, pretended to organize it, and started calculating the time, estimating the progress between my wife and the guy. At the same time, I was straining my ears to listen to their movements.

About ten minutes later, I heard my wife's suppressed moans and "tsk...tsk..." sounds coming from the kitchen next door

. I thought they must be getting into foreplay! With that thought, I took off my slippers and tiptoed barefoot to the kitchen door. It was ajar, as if deliberately left for me to peek through. I crouched down and peered inside.

"Ah!" The sight of her bare skin almost made me gasp.

My wife was standing there with her back to me, legs spread wide. The straps of her sheer black sundress had been pulled down to her waist, exposing her fair shoulders and full back.

"Where's her black lace bra?" I wondered, but I quickly realized I'd taken it off on the sofa! That's why my wife was completely naked from the waist up.

"Oh...no...no...don't take it off..." my wife whispered to the guy.

It seemed he wanted to strip her completely naked.

"Sure! He already agreed!" the guy replied.

My wife was still struggling: "No...ah...ah...no...he'll go in later..."

It seemed my wife still cared about me, and a pang of sadness welled up inside me. Despite the sadness, my eyes couldn't help but dart towards my wife's body.

I saw that her skirt had been lifted up to her waist, exposing her entire lower body. Her black thong-style panties had been pulled down to her calves, and because her legs were spread apart, the panties were stretched into a thin line.

A pair of round, white, and tender thighs were encased in sheer, mesh stockings. The flesh-colored skin peeking through the thin black mesh stockings appeared exceptionally mysterious and sexy, creating a striking contrast between my wife's plump buttocks and the thin black mesh stockings.

"Ah...oh...no...ah," my wife twisted her fair body, seemingly struggling weakly, but more like wantonly teasing the young man. That coquettish, half-hearted resistance made even me, her husband, a voyeur, feel my blood boil.

Just then, I saw a hand on my wife's plump, white buttocks. The hand on her round, plump buttocks was somewhat jarring; the bronze hand contrasted sharply with the delicate, snow-white skin of my wife's round buttocks, intensely stimulating me.

"No...don't take it off...just...like this," my wife stopped him from taking off the black halter dress hanging from her waist.

"I want to see you naked! Not only do you have a great figure, but your skin is so fair and smooth. Let me see!" The guy persisted, even calling my wife "sister," and started showering her with compliments.

"..." My wife seemed to stop resisting. It seemed the guy's flattery was working; what woman doesn't like a man admiring her?

Seeing that my wife no longer objected, the guy grabbed her black halter-neck dress at the waist and pulled it down. My wife obediently closed her legs, and the black halter-neck dress, along with her panties hanging on her calves, came off easily.

At this point, my wife was only wearing black open-crotch pantyhose, which only covered her thighs and half of her plump buttocks, leaving her two plump, snow-white buttocks completely exposed.

"What a beautiful figure!..." The guy continued his flattering praise of my wife, pulling the black open-crotch pantyhose down as he spoke.

"No!...This is too much trouble..." My wife, realizing his intentions, quickly grabbed the waistband of her black open-crotch stockings with one hand to stop him.

"This guy has no sense of romance. Doesn't he know my wife looks even sexier like this?"

I cursed inwardly. But I can't blame him, since it's his first time with a woman; he obviously wants my wife to be naked!

Just as I was silently cursing him, he squatted behind my wife.

He parted her two plump, white thighs, then spread her soft, white buttocks, revealing her large, fleshy labia. Her entire vulva was completely exposed. I could clearly see her full, fleshy labia, which, against the backdrop of dark pubic hair, looked incredibly lewd.

Actually, I thought my wife's black open-crotch stockings were even more alluring than if she weren't wearing any, adding even more mystery and temptation to her already mysterious vulva—it was practically a provocation! I secretly admired him; I figured the guy must be incredibly excited too.

My wife was bracing herself on the stove, her hair cascading down her shoulders to her chest, revealing her two full, white breasts that swayed gently with her heavy breathing. My wife was naked, exposing her plump, white buttocks and wanton, sexy labia to a strange man—it was incredibly stimulating.

"Oh…" Suddenly, my wife let out a suppressed, extremely lewd moan.

I looked in the direction of the sound and saw the guy pressed his face against my wife's plump, white buttocks. Then I saw him stick out his tongue and begin licking my wife's labia. No wonder she was moaning so lewdly.

The guy held my wife's buttocks in his hands, his tongue licking and sucking incessantly at the base of her white thighs, making "tsk, tsk" sounds. My wife seemed to be responding, constantly emitting suppressed, lewd moans of "Oh… Ah…".

This licking and sucking continued for several minutes, and my wife's buttocks began to sway faster and faster.

"Oh...no...I can't...take it anymore!" My wife finally spoke.

"What's wrong?" The guy stopped licking and asked immediately.

I couldn't help but laugh: "What a fucking idiot! What else could it be? My wife can't take it anymore! She needs you to fuck her! Fuck!!"

I cursed inwardly as I looked at my wife's genitals. Sure enough, it was just as I thought. Between my wife's white, tender buttocks, a large amount of vaginal fluid was flowing out. It seemed my wife was really excited. My wife's two plump labia majora were already slightly parted, and I could clearly see the tender flesh of her vaginal opening, which was glistening with vaginal fluid.

Just as I was engrossed in watching, my wife finally began to move.

I saw my wife reach down to the young man's crotch and start groping for something. I guessed she was looking for his penis, and she quickly grabbed it through his pants.

Seeing my wife actively touching his penis, the young man became even more excited. He released my wife, hurriedly unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his underwear along with his pants, which fell to the ground. Instantly, a thick, long, hard penis sprang out, its large glans already swollen and reddish-black, with bulging veins faintly visible.

"It seems to have gotten even bigger," I thought to myself in surprise.

My wife's hands seemed to have eyes; she quickly grasped his large penis, her soft white hands gently rubbing the shaft, her thumb rubbing the large glans. A joyful and expectant smile appeared on my wife's face. I guessed she must have felt the hardness and heat of his penis, which was why she had that expression.

"It's definitely a long, thick, hard, and erect piece of junk," I couldn't help but think, my own admiration growing stronger as my wife held it in her hand.

I knew my own penis wasn't short, but compared to this guy's, it was in a completely different league! No wonder my wife's expression was so expectant and lustful; she clearly wanted it inside her right now. What mature young woman wouldn't want her sexual partner's penis to be thick and long? I searched for more reasons to justify my wife's lustful expression, a strong surge of excitement welling up inside me, mixed with a hint of sourness.

Just then, my wife indeed began pulling the guy's penis towards her plump, white buttocks. It seemed she really needed a strong thrust.

The guy sensed it too; he placed his hands on my wife's waist, his body following her pull as he leaned against her, the two pressed together.

Then my wife bent her waist, sticking out her round, plump buttocks, assuming a doggy-style position, and once again brought the thick penis to her vulva.

Although the guy had no sexual experience, in this situation, even a dog in heat would know what to do! Sure enough

, as soon as my wife got into position, the guy pressed his body against her, holding her round, plump, white buttocks, spreading her buttocks, and thrusting his thick penis towards her already wet vagina.

"Ah..." my wife let out a completely unrestrained moan, and at the same time, somewhat panicked, instinctively looked quickly towards the kitchen doorway.

My wife and I met eyes.

In that moment of surprise, I could feel the panic and shame in my wife's dazed eyes.

My wife instinctively lunged forward, seemingly trying to escape or break free from the strange penis already inserted between her thighs, but my wife was clearly not resolute; it was just an unconscious action out of shame. Her true intention was definitely not to let that thick penis leave her body.

But I knew my wife's state of mind at that moment. It was the first time she had allowed a man other than her husband to insert his large penis into her tender vagina. The unfamiliar stimulation and the thrill of the affair would surely overcome any sense of shame, especially since the thick, hard penis inside her was so enormous!

I remember reading an article that said women are more likely to achieve orgasm when having sex with a third party watching. My wife's expression perfectly validated that article.

Sure enough, after discovering I was peeping, my wife struggled slightly but quickly stopped. Her beautiful eyes were half-closed, and her plump, white buttocks were swaying, as if she were savoring the shape and rhythm of the unfamiliar penis deep inside her vagina, completely pretending not to have noticed me peeping.

But I knew my wife had definitely seen it. She was only acting this way because she didn't want the penis that brought her such intense pleasure to leave her vagina. She desperately needed to enjoy the feeling of fulfillment that man gave her, so my wife could only pretend not to have noticed me peeping.

The guy genuinely didn't notice me spying because he was facing away from me, and his attention was entirely focused on my wife's body. Even her scream was just interpreted as a satisfied moan from her as his penis entered her vagina. So, he continued to grip my wife's hips and thrust rapidly.

"Oh...no...no...ah...oh..." My wife moaned incessantly as his large, thick penis pounded into her. I couldn't tell if her moans indicated pleasure or pain, or if she wanted it or not. But based on my understanding of my wife, she definitely needed his vigorous thrusting.

Her moans spurred him to thrust even harder. I saw him almost pull his entire penis out, leaving only the large glans lodged at the entrance of my wife's vagina, before forcefully thrusting it back in, giving her immense pleasure. However, it seemed his large testicles weren't hitting my wife's labia.

At this moment, I saw my wife twisting her fair waist, her plump, snow-white buttocks thrusting back and forth, moaning incessantly: "Ah!...I can't take it anymore...Oh..."

Suddenly, the guy also cried out: "Ah..." as if he had been intensely stimulated.

I guessed that my wife was starting to use her internal energy, making her vaginal muscles clench and relax, giving the guy's penis an incredibly pleasurable sensation. I know that my wife's vaginal suction power is extremely strong. Normally, when my wife and I make love, she doesn't use her internal energy, mainly because I can't withstand such stimulation and will ejaculate very quickly. But when my wife achieves orgasm, her vagina will automatically clench and relax. I couldn't tell which state my wife was in now.

Watching her wanton state and listening to her moans, my thick penis was being fiercely sucked by my wife's tender vagina. The pleasure he felt from both his senses and touch grew stronger and stronger, making him thrust faster and faster. His thick, hard penis moved in and out rapidly, overflowing with her juices, which flowed all over my wife's snow-white thighs.

Damn! This guy is so fucking lucky! He's enjoying my wife's special grip on his first time! Although I cursed inwardly, I felt a strong, perverse stimulation and excitement, and I was also amazed by his stamina and endurance.

I guess my wife didn't expect this guy to be so capable. Before, when my wife and I talked about sex, I always thought that virgins were just for show and not for real, but now it seems that's not necessarily true. Watching him thrust so vigorously and rapidly made my wife feel incredibly comfortable, with wave after wave of pleasure surging up.

The previously suppressed moans now flowed freely, and her lewd expression grew increasingly intense. My wife was swaying her plump, snow-white buttocks with abandon, actively responding to the young man's vigorous thrusts! Her large, delicate, snow-white breasts trembled wildly with the movement of her body. If my wife hadn't already discovered me peeping, I think she would have already taken the initiative to ride on the young man's penis and masturbate, as this was her favorite sexual position.

However, perhaps my peeping only amplified the sexual stimulation for my wife, just like for me. I felt that watching my wife having sex with a strange man was more exciting and satisfying than doing it myself! That kind of excitement could never be obtained through self-sex! I felt that my penis had never been so hard and hot! I even felt that my penis was thicker and longer than before!

Just thinking about this, I couldn't help but take out my penis and continue to watch my wife's lewd performance while masturbating.

I watched as that young man's thick, long penis thrust in and out of my wife, causing her to moan incoherently: "Ah...ah...oh...um, um, um, ah..."

My wife's seductive moans further aroused the young man's lust. He reached his hands to her breasts, grabbing her two full, round, and white breasts, and began to knead and play with them vigorously, while simultaneously increasing the speed of his thrusts.

The sounds of flesh hitting flesh, "slap, slap, slap," along with the young man's heavy breathing and my wife's wanton cries, created a perfect trio.

"Oh...ah...faster...faster..." My wife kept thrusting her plump, white buttocks back, moaning incessantly, as if urging the young man on. It seemed my wife needed even greater arousal, and this current position wasn't enough to satisfy her.

I knew that although that guy's penis was longer than mine, in this standing doggy style position, a portion of it was definitely being wasted. My wife's plump, white buttocks were not only soft and plump but also very perky. Because of her perky buttocks, his penis couldn't fully penetrate her vagina, and his large testicles weren't hitting her labia, so she was lacking stimulation.

My wife had once told me that she really liked the sensation of testicles hitting her labia; it was incredibly stimulating!

"Ah...no...oh...ah..." My wife continued to moan lasciviously, seemingly hanging in mid-air, unable to reach the peak of her sexual desire.

That guy was so stupid; he didn't even think to change the position. I was getting anxious for him!

Just then, my wife suddenly broke free, startling me so much that I quickly slipped out through the crack in the door.

After a while, when there was no movement, I peeked through the crack in the door again. My wife was lying on the table, her legs wide open. Seeing this, the guy didn't say a word, and thrust his huge penis in, all the way in. My wife let out a loud "Ah!" like a bitch in heat.

"Ah...fuck me harder...oh...harder, harder...ah..." My wife was completely lost in pleasure, screaming wildly, her body writhing in rhythm with the guy's thrusts. Perhaps my wife was too wanton, because after only a few minutes, the guy yelled, "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum!" and then thrust hard dozens of times, ejaculating all over my wife's body. I saw him thrust his hips, and he must have ejaculated for a full half minute. My wife also reached orgasm at this point. The two of them embraced, their genitals tightly joined together, like a couple.

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