【Reality

On the bed, my wife, gagged and blindfolded, with a vibrating dildo and anal plug attached, made me sigh. L clearly didn't show

any tenderness to other men's wives. Three

vibrating , seemingly echoing the low moans escaping her lips.

Looking at her overflowing vulva, I couldn't resist forcefully pulling out the vibrator and replacing it with my aroused

penis , forcefully releasing my desire onto her, while she could only moan softly.

Our sexual relationship could be described as utterly depraved. Gradually, we moved from indoors to outdoors, taking selfies

and sharing them, from fantasies to social gatherings, both showing signs of sinking deeper into the act. I, watching from every angle, felt a surge of

excitement .

She experienced orgasms from performing sexual acts with different men in front of her husband, and we both harbored dark and perverse psychological tendencies.

We had discussed this extensively, but unfortunately, neither of us felt anything amiss; we both thought it was no big deal. She said she

was used to this kind of sex life, and I told her I wouldn't want a completely new one either, and we both clung tightly to our marriage.

A year ago, she began to subtly reveal masochistic tendencies, which I also enjoyed. However, in the past six months,

there had been little progress because, in the eyes of me and some of my regular single men, she was just a delicate and tender woman.

We couldn't bring ourselves to truly abuse her; at most, we would whip her and drip candle wax, but only in a token way, a few light taps

and a few drops.

Six months ago, I met L online while collecting SM information. We communicated a few times, and I

met him alone once. To my surprise, he brought a woman with him that day. After getting to know him better, I learned that they

were a couple; he was a tattoo artist and she owned a wedding dress company.

That day at the KTV, L showed off his wife. Underneath her coat, she wore only a suspender top and stockings, a few

small tattoos, and "a bunch" of rings.

Yes, a bunch. She had four rings on her genitals alone: one on her clitoris, and three on her

labia, sealing the small opening in the middle down to about 3 centimeters. I was shocked,

and also a little uneasy (my wife had gone this far).

A month after we met, we understood each other quite well and even went to his studio, which had set up

a studio for SM... During this time, my wife and I experienced many "firsts" again. Things

that neither (due to practical concerns or equipment) were easily resolved by L.

During our first "humiliating simulated rape and gang rape with internal ejaculation," my wife fell asleep with a flushed

face while I, with a hard penis, couldn't help but recall everything from the previous night.

After the movie, I casually patted my pocket and told my wife that I left my phone in the car and would go back to get it.

Then into a blind spot, waiting for what was about to happen.

Lately, we've been talking a lot about BDSM with L. L privately asked me if we'd ever played games involving

rape or gang rape. I told him we'd only done it a few times and got tired of it because she knew it was me who arranged it,

and we hadn't tried it since—it's been at least a year since the last time.

L told me he wanted to find out what my wife's attitude was towards "humiliation," so he arranged today's scene.

Shortly after I left, a group of shady-looking young men slowly approached the bench where my wife was sitting. Several of them

deliberately stared at her. Because she was dressed rather scantily (a strapless tank top, short skirt, stockings, no underwear), my wife felt slightly

uneasy and tried to get up, but she was quickly surrounded and prevented from leaving.

My wife timidly asked what they wanted to do. Just as she finished speaking, a hand reached up from behind and covered her bright red lipstick-covered

lips. A group of men pulled her towards a secluded corner where a camera had been set up (I did it; I have

a hobby of collecting my wife's sex videos, so of course I wouldn't leak them).

Like in an adult film, a group of men began groping my wife and verbally attacking her about her clothing.

Because her mouth was covered, she could only make feeble struggles with her petite body.

Gradually, her body began to disobey her; her easily aroused body began to respond and become wet. The hand

covering her mouth was removed, replaced by a man's penis. Her lower body was also occupied, and her breasts

were being rapidly played with by the man. From initial slight resistance, she eventually became compliant.

Her pleasure came again and again, her pink labia began to turn red, her vagina was repeatedly penetrated and ejaculated by unfamiliar

men , her mouth went from passively being penetrated to actively sucking, even

the penises that had been used to release semen onto her were cleaned in her mouth.

A group of men surrounded her, teasing and laughing softly. Finally, before leaving, they deliberately used her bra

to wipe the semen off their penises and the outside of her swollen labia, and then helped her put it back on. The

damp, sticky top clung tightly to her skin, revealing her entire breast shape, her nipples still faintly visible due to the semen stains.

I glanced at my watch; a full three hours, my wife had been played with for a full three hours.

I gently put away the V8, withdrew it from the other side, and slowly approached my wife from the entrance. In the bamboo forest,

my wife lay with her eyes open on the withered yellow leaves, the leaves close to her body a deep

brown color due to the stains of sweat, semen, and vaginal fluid.

I slowly walked to her side. She knew I was approaching, and she slowed down, her eyes revealing unease and doubt.

But simply looked at me silently, took my hand without a word, and led me to the parking lot.

In the car, my wife's eyes were slightly narrowed, her expression unreadable. On the way home, because of

repeated ejaculation inside her, fluid kept slowly trickling down her thighs. She picked up tissues and wiped it away repeatedly.

Perhaps annoyed by the constant flow, she inserted her fingers to try and scoop out the fluid.

With each insertion, her eyes narrowed, and her lower body began to react again, her expression as if she was still savoring the sensation.

As soon as we entered the house, my wife quickly pulled down my pants. Having been married for so long, she naturally knew my current

arousal . With her body, still smelling of my semen, she pressed tightly against me, her other hand constantly stroking my

penis.

Soon, I couldn't wait any longer and pressed her to the floor, thrusting hard into her

vagina, still full of semen, from behind. Perhaps the stimulation was too great today, because I ejaculated within minutes.

But it wasn't over yet. We both had one last task: I kept inserting my penis, then

pulling it out and putting the semen-covered shaft into her mouth so she could clean it out.

There wasn't much fluid in her vagina directly. Afterwards, once the job was done, I followed behind her, my eyes fixed on Red.

Her swollen, unable-to-close vagina—how long had it been? How long had it been since her vagina had closed

up followed slowly behind her, my fingers teasing her swollen, red vagina until we entered the bathroom. From the bamboo grove until

now, we hadn't said a word. Was this some kind of tacit understanding? Perhaps.

After washing, she sat on me, stroking me. Her brows were slightly furrowed, revealing the pain in her lower body, yet she

continued stroking me. (A long time ago, I asked her why, even after being played with until she was swollen, she still wanted

to . She sweetly replied that she just wanted to serve me well after our absurdity, and I wholeheartedly enjoyed

the feeling she gave me).

My eyes were glazed, but I was still watching her experience on V8, my gaze shifting between the TV and the present, sometimes looking at the screen, sometimes closing to savor the moment.

During the stroking, she didn't ask me anything because she knew it was all arranged. I whispered in her ear, "At first, you didn't

know it was arranged, or perhaps it wasn't arranged at all. How did that make you feel?"

The answer was both unexpected and not unexpected. She said it felt very realistic at first, and she was genuinely scared. However, during

the process she secretly hoped to enjoy the man's wanton violation of her, even hoping they would be more aggressive. As

time passed and I didn't appear, she realized it was a pre-arranged scene and felt a slight disappointment.

This is the answer L wanted. L mentioned to me that he doesn't find pleasure in developing relationships with

women . Today's activity, without informing his wife, was arranged

several times before he and his wife gradually adjusted the boundaries and mindset.

The usually demure woman has now become a wanton woman, wholeheartedly catering to a man's needs whenever sex is involved. That

's what my wife is like now.

Looking at her sleeping soundly, thinking about her wanton behavior towards men, I couldn't resist lifting her pajamas and starting

another round of assault. Just as she said, she doesn't want pity; she only wants the man to be satisfied.

[Reality]

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/166568.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=166568&aspx=1

Previous Page : Alternative Sexual Practices for Couples

Next Page : My wife was taken advantage of by the doctor.

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

【Reality

comment Open a new window to view comments