[Wife had slept with more than ten men before marriage] (Wife's promiscuous sexual history before marriage)

I've been married to my wife for over nine years, and she's my fourth girlfriend. It took me over a year

to truly understand her sexual history.

Some netizens might not believe that such a promiscuous woman exists, but it's true... She's very voluptuous.

She later told me that because her breasts were so large, people at school nicknamed her "Wet Nurse." I remember it was in 1992

when our company was doing a promotional event at a large shopping mall. I saw a very voluptuous girl,

about 160cm tall, very cute, and fair-skinned. Later, I ran into her again while buying water, and we

chatted for a bit. I learned she was from Beijing Normal University and was working part-time, just hanging out. I stared intently at her

breasts and asked her to go out with me that night. She readily agreed. After dinner, we strolled down the street together,

and she asked me to carry her on my back. We had a lot of fun then.

That evening, at the hotel, I asked her if I could stay. She didn't object, and naturally, we

ended up in the same bed, but neither of us took off our clothes. We talked about other things at first, then she asked me to hold her,

and I started caressing her. Seeing that she didn't object and seemed to enjoy it, I caressed her breasts, and she started moaning

. It was obvious she hadn't done it in a long time. We caressed each other for a long time, and my penis was so hard I couldn't stand it anymore.

I secretly pulled down my pants, but she still noticed. But then something unexpected happened.

When she saw my penis, she acted like a starving person seeing food, actively grabbing my

penis and saying, "What a big thing!" before starting to suck it vigorously.

Her technique was excellent, and I enjoyed it immensely. Watching a full-figured, white girl suck your

penis , I think every man would feel happy and excited.

She licked me for almost half an hour. She was surprised I could last so long, and I was

surprised , because my girlfriends used to lick me for a while and then say, "My mouth is so sore,

yours is too thick, let me rest for a bit."

I was always disappointed. But she seemed to really enjoy being licked by men. It was

obvious she enjoyed sucking a man's penis; otherwise, she wouldn't have licked so willingly for so long. When I saw her

sucking my penis, she thought I was about to ejaculate and said, "Don't come so quickly, I

want to lick a little longer!" Later, she said she really liked my type of penis, which showed she'd been with many men.

About 20 minutes later, I started experiencing very intense pleasure.

I said, panting, "I'm about to cum!" I meant to tell her I was about to ejaculate, and she would

spit out my penis. But to my surprise, she didn't spit it out; instead, she increased the speed, making it

unbearable for me. I ejaculated into her mouth. That was the second time I'd ejaculated into a girl's

mouth, and she didn't spit it out; she drank it. This excited me greatly, and I was a little surprised. I

'd ejaculated into other women's mouths before, but never drunk it.

Later, I really satisfied her. After ejaculating, it seemed like I ejaculated inside her.

Afterwards, she lay on top of me and chatted for a while, even kissing my penis.

In the middle of the night, she started giving me pure oral sex—purely

oral sex, meaning entirely with my mouth , including ejaculating into her mouth and swallowing it mouthful by mouthful. We had sex on and off for half the night. Later

, we exchanged phone numbers. The next day, she called and said she'd never been fucked so intensely before; her legs went weak in class

. Her vagina was swollen and constantly leaking fluid… During this time, she had a lover she had been with for six months. I

caught her with that man in her dorm room; he had her top pulled up over her head, her bra unhooked, and

her trousers pulled down to her buttocks… I called to break up with her, but she didn't say anything. Later that night, she took a taxi

to my house

and slept there. Around midnight, we talked about many things from the past. She cried and told me she didn't want to leave

me, that she wouldn't do it again, and I agreed. So we didn't break up. After graduating from university, she went to

teach Chinese to international students at Beijing Language and Culture University, and a long time passed.

One day, I arranged to meet her at her dorm at the language institute that evening. We finished dinner around 7 pm, and she

went to work teaching English at the university's night school. I had to wait in her dorm. At that time, her dorm didn't even have a TV,

let alone a computer, so she could only pass the time by reading.

I intentionally or unintentionally read her diary, and what she wrote there made my blood boil. How could she do

this ! After she got home, I took out my penis and fucked her, but for some reason, it happened

very quickly. I ejaculated in just a few strokes. She was upset, asking why I came so fast today. I said I didn't know, and asked

if she wanted more. She noticed something was wrong with me, so I said, "We've been together for almost a year. How come I didn't know you

kept a diary?"

She gasped and didn't say anything. She cried and smashed everything in her hands, even slapping me.

I secretly glanced at her, feeling a strange mix of emotions. I asked her what was wrong. She

slowly hugged me, knelt down, and cried, saying she really intended to be serious with me… I asked what was wrong

, and it turned out she had slept with so many men. At first, she said she had slept with five men.

Later it became seven or eight, and then she confessed that there were about fifteen in total, because some one-night stands

couldn't be confirmed. In the year she was with me, she secretly had

sex with two other men, each more than five times. I say secretly because she swore she only slept with me at the time! The situation with

about fifteen men was roughly as follows: In her freshman year of college, her boyfriend took her virginity, allowing her to experience

the pleasure of sex.

That winter break, she went back to her hometown and had sex with what she claimed to be her first love. This man wasn't very stamina-wise

, but recovered quickly and could have sex multiple times each time. Back at school, she had sex with a married English teacher who was

sexually capable, a relationship she still cherishes (and which lasted until graduation).

During her summer job, she slept with many random men, at least for two nights each time. Until

graduation , she had one-night stands with several students on campus (two of whom were in her class). After graduation

, she went to Beijing Language Institute and slept with two men over six months. One was a colleague in her office, with a large penis but

mediocre ; his wife lived in another city, and they often had sex at his home.

Another great technique involved a blond-haired international student from Australia. Many

people on campus knew about it back then. His penis was large, very white, and about 20cm long—the biggest penis she'd ever had.

She said she was lucky he wasn't the first to fuck her, otherwise she definitely wouldn't have been able to handle it. He was very muscular.

His pubic hair was blond, and he liked to kiss her vagina. Then he would lick her anus, doing it so well that she would kneel down

and beg him to fuck her.

They often gathered in his dorm to fuck, inseparable. When she first met that foreigner, she didn't know

much .

The Australian international student gradually explained it to her. That foreigner always wanted to fuck her anus, but she refused because he didn't

like wearing condoms. He always managed to pull out his penis before ejaculating. I asked her where he ejaculated in the end, and she said the international student asked if it was okay to ejaculate in her

mouth .

She said she didn't know if all foreigners did that, so she agreed. In the end, the Australian international student ejaculated

in her mouth. I asked if she ate it, and she said she did. I asked her, "What about the guy in the office?" She said it felt different;

the man was very gentle, as if she were the one initiating it. That foreigner was quite skilled with her, very adept at various techniques,

probably experienced with women. After we got married, she even said to me, "I wish your penis was like that foreigner's

." I immediately slapped her across the face, making her cry… Later, including me, she slept with six men in less than

two years .

The reason I say she likes seeking thrills isn't just reflected in the quantity. She once had sex with two classmates

. During her junior year summer vacation, her then-boyfriend invited her to have sex. Because it was summer vacation, the school was very quiet, and

many exciting things happened that time. For example, she licked her boyfriend's penis behind a teaching building,

licked him in the last row of a small classroom, and even had sex in the classroom. During the summer vacation, only her boyfriend and another classmate were left in the dormitory.

Later, her boyfriend had sex with her in the middle of the night, making a lot of noise, and the other roommate, who slept on the top bunk, must have woken up

. She

went to pee, probably holding it in for a long time. Her boyfriend told her, "He must have heard everything,

he's so excited. He's masturbating, why don't you let him have sex with you?"

She was angry at first, but after her boyfriend's repeated requests, she agreed. She was willing to let two men have sex with her at the same time, as long as

they didn't hurt her. In the end, she was very open, since both of them had slept with her before. Her boyfriend and

the other student in the upper bunk had already discussed it, but the other student was still embarrassed. I asked if it was a threesome,

and she said it was one-on-one sex, not like a threesome in porn where one person had sex with the other at the same time, without giving one oral sex or having sex with

the other .

There's a detail: to stimulate her boyfriend, she lit candles (the school lights go out at 11 pm). When the second

guy had sex with her, because he had ejaculated inside her, it was too slippery and not stimulating, so she asked the second guy to take his penis out and wipe it clean

before continuing. Her boyfriend, wiping sweat from his brow and putting on his shorts, squatted in front of the dorm, holding up a candle and watching another classmate have sex with her in

front . Later, she said she always missed the dim candlelight and the

school dormitory filled with the smell of semen and sweat.

Another time, she had just met a very handsome boy at a friend's party and teased him,

reaching under the table into his pants to touch his penis, pulling back the foreskin to expose the head. She kneaded

his testicles. Later, she simply pushed the boy into the men's restroom and gave him

oral sex until he ejaculated.

"Was it good?" I asked. She said the taste of young boys was different. That boy's semen was really thick; you could tell he

hadn't had sex with a woman in a long time. It was a bit astringent. Also, because there were many men, it was inevitable that they would have sex around

the same .

For example, once, after a one-night stand with a man, her vagina still had

semen . At eight in the morning, her then-boyfriend called her to have sex with him, asking why she was so wet. She said she missed him so much…

She said sometimes she would kiss other men with my semen still in her mouth. What I admire most about her is that

she can remain calm and collected after having sex with men in her office.

Before we married in 1997, we had three threesomes, all with the same man—her English teacher at Beijing

Normal University . She'd had a relationship with him since her sophomore year, and I could tell she really liked him.

Later, she said she wanted to have sex with him again before our marriage, also because she didn't want to cheat on

me me for it… Hearing this, I felt a chill run down my spine, a feeling I couldn't

quite describe. A mix of resentment and sexual arousal washed over me. My penis seemed

much larger than usual; I'd never been so excited before. So I agreed, even adding, "Remember to use a condom!"…

Analyzing my wife's promiscuity, it's related to her personality: firstly, she's quite willful (doing whatever she wants), secondly, she's

competitive (challenging her own charm, seeing if she can seduce someone)—a common trait among young people. There's also

the factor of curiosity (men's penises are all different), and of course, the key is her absolute enjoyment of lust (hence her good technique).

If she sees a man before marriage, feels he's okay, and has a chance to sleep with him, she'll definitely go for it.

My wife once famously said, "The moment a stranger's penis enters my vagina, the psychological 'pleasure' is indescribable

!"

After saying all this, what I really want to say is: lust is really hard to control! But do

n't overdo it!

Also, some people will definitely say, "You must be a bit perverted." I think, maybe. Sometimes when I'm

having sex with my wife, she talks about these things, which is really exciting and definitely increases our sexual desire.

The reason I insisted on knowing about these dozen or so men was for two reasons: first, curiosity, which

can enhance the experience; second, it helps in analyzing her personality traits so I can better understand her.

Finally, my relationship is really good now. After all, the past is the past (and can even enhance the experience), and

people always have to face the future—as long as my wife is wholeheartedly devoted to me.

We are a loving couple. Our age/height/weight (37/178/80), wife

(34/160/58), my wife's pubic area is hairless (shaved) and very clean, she loves oral sex, and likes to eat semen!

Before we got married, my wife had slept with more than ten men. In

1997, before my wife and I got married, we had three threesomes, but all with the same person, who was her English teacher at Beijing

Normal University . He had pursued her before he met me.

She had sex with that guy during her sophomore year of college. I could tell she really liked him. Later, she said she wanted to have sex with him one more time before we

got married , and also because she didn't want to cheat on me. I wondered if

she would look down on me for it… Hearing this, I felt like I was being cuckolded, a feeling

I

couldn't describe. A little resentful, but it all turned into sexual excitement. Her words, "The moment a stranger's penis enters your vagina, the psychological pleasure is indescribable!" resonated deeply with me. I knew she hadn't slept with him since.

I asked, "Didn't you say you two had no feelings for each other?" She said, "Before I met you, we slept on and off for

over two years. Then he and his wife broke up. He pursued me then, but I didn't agree.

After meeting you, I really didn't miss him anymore. Don't be angry with me." My penis seemed much bigger than usual this time.

I knew my wife was telling the truth; I could tell she really liked him back then.

I felt a pang of jealousy again. I thought about her teacher having sex with her, and I got very excited. That night, we

slept together twice.

For some reason, every time we had sex, I wanted her teacher to have sex with her, but after ejaculating, I felt a pang of jealousy and dared not

think about it. This cycle repeated itself time and time again. After several attempts, I lost

interest during sex if I didn't think about it. So, I decided to let my wife have sex with him once before we got married. I told her my idea, but she disagreed

, always saying that talking about it was fine, but not actually doing it. Seeing that she didn't want to have sex with him, I somehow lost interest

, and we always finished very quickly, which always made her very angry. She "warned" me that if I finished so quickly again, she wouldn't let

me have sex with her anymore. So, we went back to the topic of him having sex with her. Seeing that I had brought it up repeatedly, my wife seriously asked me

, "Do you really want him to have sex with me?"

I said, "Yes." She said, "Don't agree during sex and then regret it afterwards!" I assured her

it wouldn't happen , and seeing that I was serious, she laughed and said his thing was pretty big... I

couldn't really hear what she said after that; the phrase "Do you really want him to fuck me?" kept echoing in my mind, grating and making me

feel ashamed, but deep down, a strange pleasure also welled up, alternating with the stimulation. I even said

, "Remember to wear a condom!"...

I don't remember which day in March it was, but it was past 8 o'clock that day, and my wife hadn't come home after dinner. I

thought I called her cell phone, but it was off. I had no choice but to stay home and watch

TV while waiting for her. Around 10 o'clock, she came home. As soon as she entered, she hugged me tightly and

wouldn't let go. I quickly helped her to the sofa, and she said I was fine. She kissed me excitedly, her hand

touching my groin, and soon my penis was hard. We went to bed together, and I took off my clothes,

reaching her pants. She gasped and twisted her lower body forcefully. I quickly realized she wasn't wearing underwear,

so I asked her, "Where are your underwear?"

Her face flushed, and she shook her head without answering, pulling me towards her. So I climbed on top of her, revealing my already

erect penis. My wife lay on the edge of the bed, and I instinctively touched her vagina; it was slippery.

Looking at her excited expression today, I felt a pang of jealousy. I thought of something and asked my wife, "Did you sleep with him?"

She didn't answer, just hugged me, her face bright red…

It turned out that the English teacher had invited her back to Beijing Normal University that afternoon. She probably had a premonition, but went without asking

. They ate out together after the English teacher's class and strolled around the campus. After chatting

about the past , my wife told me about her upcoming marriage. She returned to her office at 8 PM, the door was closed, and he first touched her hand.

Seeing she didn't object, he hugged her. She said she was very excited at the time, her whole body went numb, and that man then pulled her

onto the desk and had sex with her.

Neither my wife nor I spoke; I just held her close. She nestled in my arms, and I suddenly asked her, "Did you wear a condom

?" She looked at me for a moment and said, "Didn't you say you wouldn't blame me? I just wanted to ask, because we're not married yet, and it would be difficult

if got pregnant.

" Seeing that she didn't want to talk about it, I didn't ask further. She said that the man ejaculated in her mouth, and she ate it

. I asked about her underwear. She said she used it to wipe away the fluid from her vagina during sex, and threw it away afterward. I finally couldn't control myself, my

penis hardened, and I thrust into her forcefully. Her moans turned into sobs. I convulsed a few more times, pulled out my penis,

and forcefully pressed her head against my crotch…

After ejaculating, I felt a pang of sadness and finally couldn't hold back anymore. I yelled at her for a while,

saying everything I wanted to say. She cried and begged me not to blame her. She said that every time we had sex, she had to tell me about her

relationships with other men, and after that, no matter how much I yelled at her, she wouldn't talk back.

After a while, I calmed down and my mood improved. Seeing that I wasn't angry anymore, she asked me gently

, "You don't want him to have sex with me, do you? I really don't understand what you men are thinking. I know you'll look down on me

. One minute you're saying you want me to go, and the next you're cursing him to death." I said, "I don't know. But what's your

teacher like?" She said, "Actually, I didn't initially intend to have sex with him. I just wanted to see him. He

was very good to me when I was in college. Besides, he really wanted to have sex with me back then, and I didn't want to refuse. There was no point in refusing, so I let

him have sex with me." I asked, "Is his penis really that big?" My wife said, "It's big, really big.

I wasn't used to it at first. I couldn't handle it when it first went in. I held my breath and let him push it in." I said, "Is his penis

bigger than your Australian exchange student's?" She said, "Probably not, but his head is huge! That foreigner's big white penis is

so thick when it's hard.

He usually only goes in about halfway, he doesn't dare to go in very deep, so he never feels satisfied. When I was in college, I

had never been with anyone. Could I have taken that foreigner's hard fucking? I would have been fucked to death. I experienced it firsthand.

He always wanted to fuck people's asses. My god!

Just thinking about it makes me scared..." She frowned, stroked her labia with her hand, glanced at me, and said, "

Do you feel really comfortable when someone does this to me?" My heart skipped a beat. Her question was a bit

unusual , and I didn't know how to answer her...

My wife had slept with more than ten men before we got married.

I said: I don't know. But I like her like this. She said, "After all, he's over 40, divorced

, it's just physical needs, nothing more. He's a really nice person.

" I said, "Do you like him?" My wife said, "Are you jealous again?!" I don't like him, it's just that he treats me...

Okay, I thought for a moment: If you think it's okay, then let's go for it. My wife didn't know what to say at the time, and asked me:

Really? I said: Of course! But we have to use condoms, definitely. Speaking of this, I suddenly thought,

what would it be like if that English teacher were here, and we both had sex with her? In the past, when I made love to my wife, I often

fantasized about having another man have sex with her. Whenever my wife heard me say this, she would get so excited that she couldn't stand it. So I

tentatively said: It's a pity he's not here tonight, otherwise we would both have sex with you.

As I said this, I seemed to see the scene of the two of us having sex with my wife together in my mind, and

my voice .

My wife got angry. She blushed and said, What kind of person do you take me for?

That's impossible, how could we meet after that? I said, didn't she have

sex with two classmates in college once? Her breathing became rapid, and she mumbled an "Mmm" and paused for a while:

Didn't you say you didn't blame me anymore? Why bring it up again? I was impulsive and liked to seek excitement at the time, and besides, I

haven't . "You don't want me anymore, do you?" I reached out my hand to her, took her small hand in mine, and pulled her

into my arms.

She let out a soft moan and sat down on my lap.

My hand caressed her large breasts. She obediently raised her arm, making room for my hand

to move freely.

I kissed my wife's neck and then whispered in her ear, describing

the scenarios we often fantasized about during sex.

When I mentioned a threesome again, my wife said, "We were just talking, you're actually going to do it?" I said, "Let's try it. We've been fantasizing about it

for so long, we should at least try it. Don't you like him too?" My wife said, "Actually, I just want

you to fuck me alone. Telling you this is just to cooperate with you. Besides, even if we were willing, he wouldn't agree

." He's quite traditional. I said, "What if he were willing?" As I spoke, I continued to caress my wife, and she

became excited again. I continued to work on her: "Just imagine, if there were two men right now, one touching

your breasts and kissing your neck, and the other licking your pussy and your asshole, how wonderful would that be? If you don't

enjoy it , you won't have the chance when you're older."

"My wife was once again led into a threesome scenario, moaning and saying, 'Please stop, I can't take it anymore

. It would be so embarrassing if it really happened.' I asked, 'You agree?' My wife quickly replied, 'Don't be silly! I know

you want to see me with someone else. I'll ask him out sometime. We'll see.'

Later, my wife agreed to call him. I recommended a coffee shop near Beixinqiao. That day, my wife wore

a light blue dress, which accentuated her vitality. I was slightly disappointed when I first met him

because he looked to be about 40 years old, with a large, shiny nose, but fortunately, he had a refined appearance. He was thin and muscular.

After a brief chat, I smiled and said, 'I've heard Xiaobai talk about you.'

My wife kicked me, and I could see that he was a little nervous. He gave my wife the wedding gift he had bought beforehand

, which she accepted generously. We chatted and laughed, and he also told us about his girlfriend and

his current job. The three of us chatted for more than two hours, and it was already 9 pm." Around 10 PM, my wife said she wanted to leave. When she got home, she

asked me, "What did you think of him?" I thought for a moment and told her, "He's alright, quite well-behaved." I tentatively

said, "Let's give it a try, what do you think?"

My wife said, "It would be so embarrassing if he knew about your hobby." I said no problem. My wife said, "As long as you're happy,

I'm happy too. As long as you're willing, I have no objections." I said, "As long as he keeps quiet, it's fine. After all, he's

older than us. I feel safe.

" About two weeks later, he called and invited us to dinner

. We drank and talked a lot, but my wife had to go home. As the restaurant emptied, I couldn't help but

tell . He was embarrassed and remained silent for a long time

, saying he couldn't understand us. We continued drinking, and this time he brought up the threesome topic himself, asking

if I had participated. I said no. He asked, "You guys really want to do it? Did Xiaobai agree?"

I said it didn't really matter; I had asked her, and she also said it didn't matter, as long as I was willing, she had no problem. He sighed

and said he couldn't accept it. After a moment of contemplation, he stared at me and said, "You don't feel awkward at all when I'm with you? "

I lowered my voice and said, "Sometimes I think it's quite exciting that Xiaobai has been with other men. I often

ask Xiaobai about the details of her past sex with you during sex to spice things up.

" "You're really perverted."

He immediately realized his rudeness after saying that, then laughed and said back, "What you said reminded me. I remember

back in college, Xiaobai was a popular figure, many boys liked her. Besides him, Xiaobai

had been with other boys. I just hadn't thought about it before you said that. I'll think about it later." I

encouraged him, "It's been so long, I've come to terms with it. Actually, Xiaobai is really horny. She also really enjoys

thinking about two men having sex with her during sex, it gets really exciting. It's a pity she's not here tonight, otherwise we could both have sex with her together."

He waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, no, you're drunk, aren't you? How will we see each other after that? Stop it."

By this time, I was blinded by desire and said, "Why can't we meet? It's my choice, and she's sure she's

willing too. I'll call her right now and ask her to come back." He kept shaking his head and waving his hands, "No, no, definitely not. If

you call, I'll go back to school right now."

Just then, my phone rang. It was my wife, asking where I was. I said I was still out drinking, and she said she'd come find us

right . He seemed to understand what my wife and I were talking about, and he became a little restless, his face turning red. She

arrived, wearing light eyeshadow and lipstick. We continued drinking, and my wife said she had a class early the next morning and needed to go back to the language institute's small house for

convenience . I felt like I had a chance. He went to the bathroom, and I whispered to my wife, "Go back to

the language institute and call him." My wife said softly, "You're so annoying!"

That night, I took a taxi home. I lay in bed, feeling restless. After more than an hour, I called my wife

's cell phone. When the call connected, she softly asked where I was. She called me to the small room and hung up quickly. I rushed

out, hailed a taxi, and went to the language institute. The hallway was silent that night, and I don't know how I opened the door with my key.

The lights were still off. At that moment, I felt an uncomfortable urge down there and went into the room.

In the darkness, I heard some commotion, like someone covering me with a blanket.

I called my wife's name, but she didn't answer. I could only hear the creaking of the bed. I quickly turned on the light. My wife was...

He lay on the bed with his back to the door, sitting awkwardly on the edge. He had fair skin and a strong build, wearing only

a white pair of briefs. Thinking I was angry, he explained that Xiaobai had called him to arrange a meeting…

I glanced at him, breaking the silence, and asked if he was tired and if he was still able to do it.

He nodded quickly. I went straight to the other end of the bed and sat down, moving my wife closer. She didn't immediately

let go , just smiled at me, then blushed and remained silent. He sat on the bed, sweating.

I took off my shirt and underwear, squeezed onto the bed, and my wife seemed a little uncomfortable. She removed the blanket from her body, revealing herself completely

naked. My wife put her hands on her breasts and buried her head in my chest.

I watched in disbelief as my wife's breathing quickened and her eyes closed.

I glanced at him, and he, understanding, leaned in and slipped his hand between her buttocks. She

let out a moan. I turned her face and kissed her.

She kissed me passionately, like a drowning person grabbing onto a piece of wood, her body relaxing. He stood by the bed, taking off his white briefs. His

penis was similar in shape to mine, but the shaft was lighter in color, and the glans was large and red. Then, my wife

's hands began to grope and search my body. I knew she was looking for my penis. I lay down beside her,

stroking her two swollen breasts while observing the scene before me. She still had her eyes closed, her mouth

slightly open, emitting rhythmic moans. Her hand, holding his penis, stroked it up and down. Her other hand

had reached my penis and was gently stroking it.

I asked her, "Can you kiss my penis?" My wife hummed in agreement, then released her hands and began to prop herself up.

I lifted myself up and brought my penis to her lips, now that she was sitting up. She opened her eyes, looked at

me, and smiled shyly. We made eye contact, and he lifted himself up, bringing his penis to her lips as well. She took my

penis in her mouth, and seeing that it was hard, he gently stroked her head with his left hand and guided my penis towards her

face . She slowly opened her mouth and began to suck on the head of his penis, moving it back and forth. He pressed her head down with his hand and thrust

his hips forward, causing her to push him away abruptly and gag a few times. I asked, "Didn't you two do it?" My wife nodded and then shook

her head, saying, "He was probably too nervous when he heard you calling my cell phone; he couldn't get hard." He looked up and asked me, "You

go first."

I said, "You go first." He turned his wife over, and she instinctively stuck out her buttocks. Perhaps she

was too nervous, as his penis was a little soft, and he tried twice without success. He masturbated a few times, and his penis became harder. He

seemed to be talking to himself, but also to my wife and me: "That's it! That's it!" Then, with one hand holding his

penis and the other touching his wife's high-raised buttocks, he thrust into her vagina under my gaze. His wife

let out a soft cry, closed her eyes, and her face contorted with excitement. He fucked her non-stop for about 5 or 6 minutes before he

couldn't continue.

I yelled and quickly pulled out my penis, ejaculating onto my wife's upturned, white buttocks. She buried her head in the pillow,

her body involuntarily tilting to one side. I laid her down, placing the pillow under her buttocks, and began to fuck her. He stepped

aside, standing under the bed, watching the scene in the dim light. I had already hoisted her legs

onto my shoulders, my hands caressing her breasts, my hips slamming down harder and harder. The bedroom echoed

with my wife's excited moans and the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh. After about ten minutes, my wife was pushed to the headboard,

with no chance of retreating. She just kept moaning. I felt the sound of her dressing very close. I

got up, pulled out my penis, my lower body sticky and wet.

He stood by the bed, getting dressed, while my wife pulled the pillowcase over her face. I rolled over and lay on the bed, asking him how

it felt . He said it was quite exciting, the feeling was good, but it was too short, and they hadn't even

changed positions. I asked him if he was still okay. He said he estimated I might not be able to make it tonight, and that he should go back. I figured

he probably wouldn't have the energy to stay, so I didn't try to stop him. As soon as he left, my wife said I

should

see him off, since this kind of thing must have been very psychologically impactful for him. I thought about it and agreed, so I got dressed and chased after him. I caught up with him at the teaching building. I said I'd walk with him for a bit, and he said it would be best if he wasn't tired.

We left the teaching area and sat in the garden for a while. Since it was 1 a.m., there was no one in the garden.

We chatted for a bit, then went back to our original topic. He said that although he still had psychological resistance, he

did enjoy it physically. I said that since things had already come to this, we didn't need to worry about those things anymore. He agreed,

saying that everyone is different, and not many people can truly accept it. After that, neither of us spoke for a long time, or perhaps we didn't know

what to say.

I asked: "Is she a very promiscuous woman?"

He said no, and then, unsure what to say, hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "She's the best woman, a

woman of passion. Actually, many people have this desire, but they just don't dare. I envy you two.

You're the ones who enjoy this most. I'm just a prop, like the rubber tools many people use during sex

, except I'm a person. Don't worry, I guarantee this secret between us will never

be known by anyone else. I'm a bit old-fashioned in my thinking, but to be honest, deep down I'm also...

how to put it, I have my own very private things, but I've always suppressed them.

Tonight, I was actually very happy, but afterwards that hypocritical attitude came back. I

know I'm quite hypocritical myself. You're getting married, we can't continue like this;

it's not .

" I didn't know what to say then, and just nodded. After seeing him off, on my way back,

I bumped into my wife just as I reached the building entrance. Seeing her carrying a bag, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. My wife said she was going home. Seeing her

timid eyes looking at me, I said, "What's done is done."

My wife nodded, her eyes still timidly looking at me. Suddenly, I felt a surge of heat throughout my body. I

asked again , "Was it enjoyable?" This time, she shook her head, saying it was probably because of too much pressure. My mind was

completely in turmoil. I hurriedly pressed her further: "Why couldn't we do this at our house today?"

Pressed by my questions, she snapped, "Go away, don't be silly, you men wouldn't understand."

We went home together. After getting out of the car, I didn't mention it to my wife again, because I suddenly felt a bit bored. I

helped my wife upstairs. She seemed a little awkward, pushing me away. As soon as she opened the door, she kicked off her shoes, even her slippers.

I didn't change and ran naked into the bathroom. I turned off the living room light and turned on the TV on the sofa, but not

very loudly. I could hear some sounds from the bathroom. My wife called to me, "You should wash up too, then come in."

"I'm not dirty," I called out to the bathroom. "You still have to wash, how

can you not be dirty after playing outside?" My wife emphasized, commanding, "Come here!" I lowered my head and went into the bathroom.

She was naked, with a towel on her genitals. She sat up in the bathtub and pulled me in. She rubbed

her genitals with the water.

"Wash properly." After rinsing her genitals, my wife lathered me up with shower gel, washing my genitals

very carefully. She grabbed my penis with one small hand, pulled back the foreskin to expose the glans, and then

rinsed it with water. The glans, like a red apricot, emerged from the foreskin. She stroked my penis up and down. I said, "

I'll wash you later."

She said, "Okay," and licked my glans with her mouth. I jolted, and she

looked up at me, glaring at me. I got out of the bathtub and let her lie down in it. I lathered her body with shower gel, from her neck

down to every inch of her skin. My wife's skin was incredibly smooth and delicate. I placed my hands

on her large breasts; they were soft but not very firm. I then washed her genitals. Because there

was very little , her entire vulva was completely exposed. I smiled at her and said, "Was that good? How did he compare to me?" My wife

said, "I don't know what to say. Guess what? He started touching me. His nervous look was

hilarious , so I held back, wanting to see what he was up to." "And then?" I asked, getting excited. "

Then? He pulled down my underwear. I was lying on my side at the time, and I felt him touching my genitals from

behind ." My wife said, touching my penis. "Gentlemen? Where are you going to 'gentlemen'?

" I asked her deliberately. "You bastard!" "Where did you say?"

my wife asked. "And how did you do?

Didn't you punish him?" I asked her excitedly, feeling my penis hard.

"I don't know what I was thinking at the time. I should have gotten up, but I had no strength at all. When he

touched me, I got wet down there. After a while, I heard him breathing heavily, and then I heard him pull down his pants. He

lay down behind me and started trying to put his penis inside me. I didn't expect you to call my cell phone. He probably got too nervous and

couldn't get hard." My wife blushed as she finished speaking, and her hand touching my penis trembled.

I smiled and said, "Let me help you wash your back." So I poured some shower gel and started massaging her back.

My body was pressed tightly against her back. She hummed softly and rested her head on my shoulder. I

started to feel it again, and my penis gradually became erect, pressing against her buttocks, but it wasn't very hard. I slowly rubbed her anus with

one finger, gradually penetrating deeper. Her anus wasn't very tight,

and with the lubrication of the shower gel, my hand easily entered. She lowered her head, her shoulders drooping. "What are you doing?

Come out , wash properly, don't play there! It's dirty!"

My heart pounded with excitement. I said, "Let me fuck your anus." She jolted and turned her head away. "

You're getting more and more outrageous, I can't take it. Can't you be nicer to me?" I said, "Please. Just

bear with it, I'm old, I can't even do it anymore... "

My wife was silent for a moment and said to me, "Be gentle, I really haven't done it there before." I said, "Stop, I'll stop."

I kept saying okay.

I pressed her down on the sink behind her, holding my penis with one hand and supporting myself on her buttocks with the other,

then pressed the head of my penis against her anus, slowly penetrating little by little. It was very tight, and with a thrust, the head of my penis slid

in with a "plop." She let out a scream, "No! No! Get out!" I felt like I'd been electrocuted. I

collapsed onto the sink, my penis being forced out of my wife's anus. She buried her head in the sink,

breathing heavily, her body trembling violently. I felt a little guilty and stood to the side, asking, "What's wrong? Does it hurt? Are you

okay ?" She didn't answer and turned her face away.

Suddenly, her phone rang in the living room. My wife, frowning, walked out of the bathroom naked.

She walked with a limp, her buttocks clenched tightly. I gently sat on the toilet,

lowering and stroking my limp penis...

My wife was talking in the bedroom. After about ten minutes, she hung up. I came out of the bathroom. My wife lay motionless

on the bed, watching TV

. I went back to bed, quietly replaying what had just happened. We both watched TV in silence.

She turned and buried her head in my chest. I felt her tears dripping onto my chest. My

heart tightened, and I hugged her tightly.

She started sobbing in my arms. I gently asked her what was wrong, but she didn't answer. After

a long time, she slowly calmed down, and then I whispered, "You're so good to me. I know it's to make me

happy, but I feel like I'm being too selfish."

Hearing this, she said, "I'll do anything as long as you're happy."

I hugged her, and she suddenly snorted, "You had so much fun today! You got all three of my eyes wet, and it was my first

time having a threesome. Are you satisfied?" I apologized, saying I'd been too impulsive. My wife told me that the English teacher

had called and apologized immediately, also saying he'd been too impulsive that night and couldn't face us.

I told him that this was consensual, and we got pleasure from it. If anything was

impulsive , it was me who was too impulsive in dragging you into it. I said, "I didn't expect you to be so understanding." She kissed

me, and while I was rubbing her breasts, I kissed her face and ears. She giggled and said, "Oh, it tickles!" I turned my wife

over, so she was lying face down on the bed with her buttocks in the air, spreading her two white and tender thighs as wide as possible. I lay between her

legs and carefully looked at her anus. My wife turned to look at me and asked if I had studied it enough. I rubbed

her anus again, and her muscles began to tense up, her white flesh trembling.

She said, "Don't move! It hurts! Please!" My wife strongly objected, and I had no choice but to stop. I lay down next to my wife and grabbed her

hand, pressing it against my penis. My wife just held it, neither moving nor pulling it away. I moved my body up, placing my penis

near her mouth, and then gently pushed it in. My wife slowly opened her mouth, and I carefully inserted it.

I asked, "Do you like licking his penis?" She hesitated for a moment and answered, "Not really." Then she turned away...

She asked me, "Do you men especially like it when women lick your penis?" I replied, "Yes. I like it when

you lick my penis. I also like it when you eat my semen!" She continued, saying that the first time she ate semen was with that Australian

exchange student . She was afraid of getting pregnant, so she wouldn't let him ejaculate inside her. He made her lick it out, and she thought it was better than getting pregnant, so

she agreed. Who knew the taste of the semen would make her not eat for a day? She slowly got used to it.

At first, she would spit out the semen, but later he always made her drink it. Sometimes she didn't even know when he ejaculated,

and by the time felt it, it was right there in her throat, and she couldn't spit it out.

She had to swallow it. I chuckled inwardly and then asked, "What about your English teacher?" She said, "Spare me

, don't ask me like that." I said, "

Okay, open your mouth wide and let me do it myself." "I skillfully masturbated, aimed at her mouth, and

quickly stroked it up and down. She stood there with her mouth open, waiting, and a stream of semen shot into her mouth. Her head instinctively jerked

back , but I held it down with my hand, and then quickly shoved my penis back into her mouth. I gripped my penis tightly,

and she tried desperately to push it out, but I wouldn't let her! I held her head tightly to keep her from moving.

I could feel her throat swallowing my semen, and only when my penis slowly stopped throbbing

did I release her.

My wife suddenly spat out my penis and asked: " "Did you wash your penis just now?" I quickly grabbed my penis back and said, "No!" My wife immediately

got up, grabbed a pillowcase to cover her mouth, and rushed to the bathroom, followed by the sound of vomiting...

Days passed, and the psychological and emotional "awkwardness" brought about by that anal sex and threesome

slowly dissipated. She never contacted that English teacher again, and she could focus on being with me again.

Life returned to its original track, occasionally using memories to spice up our sex life. If my wife weren't such a

passionate person, things might have continued like this.

That was in January 1998. That night, after I showered, my wife and I watched TV in bed

. My wife, like a child, cuddled with me while watching TV. It was the kind of position couples usually use at home: I

was in front, and my wife was behind. She was wearing a loose two-piece cotton loungewear set. My hand

slipped ; she wasn't wearing anything underneath, so I easily touched her soft breasts. I reached into my shorts

and pulled out my penis. Half-erect. I said, "Can you masturbate it?" She stroked it. I said, "

Why are you so distracted?"

My wife paused for a moment and said, "Can you let me watch TV for a while? Just hold me like this... Oh, you... Okay, okay

, stop moving, this episode is almost over." My wife hugged me and kissed me, then pushed me away.

During the commercial break between the two episodes, to cheer me up, she played with my mouth for a while.

Unexpectedly, she suddenly became interested, and her face turned red as she said, "I went to Beijing

Normal University ."

I didn't react for a moment. My wife's face turned bright red, and she said again, "Are you angry!" I was stunned, and

the image of that English teacher immediately flashed into my mind. I was a little confused, and it was all too sudden. I couldn't believe it. "Are you kidding

me?" "Really, he did it to me again."

Seeing my surprise, she explained, "It was that English teacher." "Don't try to fool me, didn't you go to

your house?" "It's true, I'm not kidding you, are you angry?

" I wasn't sure if it was true or not, so I said, "I'm not angry! I wasn't angry when you did it to me

.

" My wife's face was red, and she looked very agitated. It turned out that my wife had intended to go to her own house early that morning, but halfway there,

the English teacher called her cell phone and asked her to go. She hadn't expected this to happen when she went. My wife said that he was very excited at the time,

and she half-heartedly went along with him. Everyone felt very natural. When we were doing it in his office, we could hear his colleagues chatting

next door. I was very nervous, but it was just a novelty. First, it was on the desk,

and later we went to the chair by the window. He sat on the chair, and I sat on his lap and moved.

No matter where we were, I always had one of his clothes under my buttocks for cleanliness. His penis

was hard, and it felt very comfortable against me.

He was using a condom, a used one. I wanted to put it in the trash, but he refused, saying he was afraid his colleagues would see.

It was awkward .

In the end, I put it in my backpack, carried it around shopping, and then threw it in the trash.

Listening to my wife's story, I said I wasn't angry, but I felt a pang of jealousy.

About two weeks passed peacefully. One afternoon, the English teacher called me. He hesitated on the phone

, saying he wanted to chat. After I agreed, he said he had something else to tell me. I immediately

wondered what he would say. He became even more hesitant, but finally said he wanted the three of us to do it again. I

was silent for a long time. He thought I was angry and said on the phone, "If it's not possible, then forget it."

I replied, "Let's ask Xiaobai first, respect her opinion." That evening, when my wife got home from work and we were having dinner, I

brought it up with her. She asked, "Did you agree?" I said, "It depends on whether you're willing." She countered

, "What do you think? I thought he wasn't very accepting of or fond of the three of us, didn't you know that?" I thought about

it for a moment and said to her, "It's not the first time, we're pretty familiar with each other, and that penis isn't small, you're comfortable with it, aren't you?"

My wife scolded me, "You're the one who's comfortable, aren't you?

" [To be continued]

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