[My Wife's Sexual Liberation] (1-4)

(I) My Wife's Sexual Liberation

My wife started working as my secretary at the company when she was 24, and married me at 25. It's been ten years now, and her once tender vagina has become a vulva after ten years of my "training.

" However, men always have opportunities to encounter other women outside the home, while my wife, pampered at home, only needs to maintain her body so that her husband can enjoy it at any time—that's her greatest security. Therefore, my wife's daily attire unconsciously caters to my desires.

Ever since the last time an insurance agent came to our house and exposed my wife, I've had this thought in my mind: since marrying me, my wife hasn't had the opportunity to touch other men besides me, while I often have the opportunity to socialize and sample women from all over the world. For someone who loves my wife dearly, this has always felt unfair to her, and my life feels somewhat incomplete.

Especially in the last year or two, our sex life hasn't been as intense. We only have the affection of family, lacking the passion of our youth. Although we occasionally have physical intimacy, I always finish quickly. I feel that my wife is in her prime, and this kind of sex life doesn't seem to satisfy her, and she doesn't dare to bring it up.

After the wardrobe malfunction, I found my passion for my wife had returned to the vigor of my youth. However, this vigor was based on my wife's exposure. I felt that if someone had impure thoughts about my wife, I would feel a surge of energy, and my penis would become as erect as it had in my youth.

When I mentioned this to my wife, she seemed to respond with even more passion. Once, at a resort hotel pool, my wife, not forgetting to show off her beautiful figure, wore a two-piece bikini. The two pieces of fabric on her chest barely covered half of her breasts. Under the sunlight, her snow-white breasts appeared particularly bright. The pants only covered half of her buttocks. Her pubic hair had been trimmed beforehand at home, so although the fabric was thin, it wasn't completely exposed. I found

my wife's attire pleasing to the eye, let alone the men who were tempted to steal glances at her, feeling a surge of vanity and pleasure.

My wife could also feel the lecherous admiring glances and the envious looks from other women. I would deliberately hug her from behind in front of others, enjoying the envious looks from the men. I would often whisper in her ear which men were stealing glances at her, and how well-built they were, which made her very happy.

After dinner, we returned to the hotel. After a short rest, my whole body was still sore, so I asked a massage therapist to help me relax. My wife sat on the sofa watching TV until she fell asleep, while I lay on the bed in only my underwear. After the massage, I also relaxed and fell asleep.

Forty minutes later, after the massage, I got up to get dressed and found my wife fast asleep on the sofa, but the collar of her robe was slightly open. Standing behind her, I could see her pink nipples. I only noticed this when the massage therapist went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

I woke my wife up and asked if she wanted a massage too, but she said, "Men use so much force, won't it hurt? I only get massages for women." I told her, "No, it won't hurt! If you're worried about it, just massage lightly."

After the masseur came out, I asked him if he was available, as my wife wanted a massage too. So my wife lay face down on the bed, and the masseur started massaging her from head to shoulders. Then he asked if she wanted to change out of her bathrobe, because it was too thick and wouldn't be as effective.

Seeing my wife's hesitation, I noticed she hadn't worn anything underneath her bathrobe after her shower, so I just put it on. Then I called the masseuse over. She was lying on the sofa, and now I wanted her to take off her bathrobe. Since she wasn't completely naked, I had to tell her my wife wasn't wearing anything underneath. The masseuse said, "It's okay. Some of my female clients prefer to be massaged without clothes on, just covered with a towel. They even get a full-body oil massage without clothes on. Besides, my wife has such a great figure."

After the masseuse explained, I went to my wife and untied her bathrobe. My wife turned over and easily took it off. I took a towel and covered her, but I noticed her buttocks and below were completely exposed. The masseuse pulled the towel up over my wife's shoulders and began massaging them, while I watched, admiring my wife's naked genitals in front of another man.

As time passed, as the massage moved down to her waist, I noticed my wife's legs weren't tightly closed; they seemed slightly parted. Upon closer inspection, I realized that as the masseuse moved her body, her vulva appeared and disappeared, glistening with moisture.

Curious, I asked the masseuse about the effects of oil massage. She said it was more effective at relieving fatigue, and that adding different essential oils would make the skin smoother and whiter.

After agreeing on the price, I helped my wife decide. After the full-body acupressure, the masseuse told her it was time for an oil massage, so she needed to remove the towel. My wife nodded, keeping her hands tightly pressed against her sides, probably to avoid exposing her breasts.

While the masseuse was doing the back oil massage, I noticed that this was the first time my wife was completely naked in front of another man. I watched this scene unfold, fantasizing about her receiving sexual services from two men simultaneously, and my penis became erect.

When the masseuse massaged my wife's buttocks, I noticed her making soft moans. Her vulva opened and closed noticeably as the masseuse massaged her buttocks, and her pink labia were covered in sticky vaginal fluid.

I asked the masseur, "Should I massage the front?" The masseur said there's basically no muscle in the front, and besides pushing the breasts for a breast enhancement effect, they generally don't massage there. Besides, only female masseuses massage female clients.

I asked him if he didn't offer that service. He smiled and said, "No! If I did, it would be a special service." When I pressed further, the masseur laughed and said it was a erotic service.

I didn't say anything more. After the masseur left, my wife and I couldn't wait to explore each other's genitals. My wife gripped my veiny penis and rubbed it vigorously, while I vigorously stroked and sucked her breasts that had just been pressed.

My wife twisted her lower body to welcome my stimulation, her juices soaking my fingers. I turned around and did 69, licking each other's clitoris and penises. My wife let out unprecedented moans, and I vigorously teased her vagina. Just as my wife climaxed, I immediately turned around, grabbed my penis, and thrust it into her vagina. We hadn't made love this passionately in a long time.

After more than ten minutes of passionate thrusting, my wife rolled over and sat on top of me, positioning her vagina over my penis and taking it in completely.

Then, she sat on me, writhing wildly back and forth, her hands kneading her breasts. I got up and sucked on her erect nipples, and we both reached orgasm simultaneously. I ejaculated a thick stream of semen, and my wife clung to me for a long time, unwilling to get off.

I told her, "Next time, I'll find a sex therapist to serve you." My wife smiled lewdly and said, "Are you willing to let your wife be penetrated?" I told her confidently, "I'm afraid you won't dare."

After the first nude massage, my wife kept my promise to her heart. Although she didn't dare to ask for it, every time we made love, the image of my wife being penetrated would restore my youthful vigor, allowing my wife to enjoy the pleasure of penetration. But I'm now racking my brains about how to arrange my wife's sexual feast. It needs to be safe, high-quality, and confidential, after all, it's our marital secret.

(II) My Wife's Sexual Feast

Since my wife had the oil massage, she has become more open about sex. She still dresses sexy, but she used to only wear it at home. Now she often dresses like this when she goes out.

Last week, I took my wife to Taichung for a vacation. We arrived in Taichung at 1 PM, so we went to Guguan Scenic Area first. There are several hot spring hotels there, and my wife suddenly wanted to soak in a hot spring, especially the outdoor hot springs with their beautiful scenery, which seemed very relaxing.

We found an outdoor hot spring with a large pool and even bought swimsuits at the shop. It was easy for the men, but the women had more to choose from. My wife picked and chose, and finally picked out a bikini that she wasn't entirely satisfied with, but was still acceptable.

After she changed into her swimsuit, I was worried that her breasts might bounce up and down as she walked. In the hot spring, there were five or six couples. I noticed that my wife was dressed the most provocatively, which attracted the attention of the men who were secretly glancing at her sexy figure behind their partners' backs. At that moment, I felt a mix of jealousy and vanity.

At dusk, we arrived in downtown Taichung and checked into a pre-booked hotel. The room was beautifully decorated, especially with mirrors on three walls, making it feel like a palace. Because I was tired from driving, I took a shower first. After my wife finished showering and getting dressed, I realized I had slept for over half an hour.

When I got dressed to go out for dinner, I noticed my wife was already wearing a white sleeveless V-neck short dress. Because it was knitted, it was very form-fitting, and her half-cup bra revealed about a third of her pointed breasts, creating a deep cleavage.

Due to the material, her pink bra was faintly visible. As my wife walked ahead of me, looking at the curve of her buttocks, I couldn't see any outline of her underwear. Was my wife so open-minded that she didn't even wear underwear?

During the meal, when I returned to my seat from the restroom, I noticed what looked like a triangular shadow on my wife's buttocks. Looking closer, I realized she was wearing a pink thong. When my wife asked what I was looking at, I casually said I thought there was some change under the table, fooling her.

I thought to myself: Why is my wife so flirtatious today?

It was only a little past eight o'clock after we finished eating, and since we weren't familiar with Taichung, we decided to walk around the neighborhood. We found a pub not far from the hotel and went in together. It turned out to be a dance hall with a large dance floor, and it was quite crowded. The couple sat in a corner. After the first dance, my wife noticed that I wasn't very enthusiastic, but seeing how excited she was, I felt awkward about leaving, especially since we hadn't been there long.

While we were chatting, my wife went to the dance floor several times to practice her moves. Apparently, someone noticed that she wasn't dancing alone, so a charming gentleman approached our table and asked if he could invite one of the ladies to dance. I politely said yes, and my wife left her seat with a smile that was both sweet and a little shy.

After they finished their first dance, the lights dimmed and the music slowed down. After three or four couples, every couple in the dance hall was cuddling together. My wife and her husband maintained a respectful distance. When the song

ended, the man escorted his wife back to her seat. We greeted each other, and I noticed he seemed to be alone, so I casually asked, "Alone? Why don't you come sit with us?" I wondered what the dance halls were like in Taichung. In Taipei, the dance halls my wife and I frequented were places where strangers would sit together and chat, and eventually we'd become acquainted.

Soon after, the man, carrying his glass, joined my wife and me at our table. It turned out he was in Taichung on a business trip with a colleague and was staying at the same hotel. As we chatted, I started yawning frequently. Seeing that my wife was still energetic, I told the man that I was leaving my wife with him and that I would go back to my room to rest. I also told my wife, "Why don't you stay and keep this gentleman company?"

I asked my wife if she had any headache medication. My wife said the key was in the small bag in the room. I told her I'd leave the key at the counter so she wouldn't need to call me when she came in, because the headache medicine had a sedative effect.

Back in the room, after opening the door, I quickly grabbed the key from the counter and ran back inside. Suddenly, the headache was gone. I lay in bed, turned on the TV, and switched to a pay channel. Immediately, a racy scene appeared: a woman with a beautiful figure being sexually assaulted by two men. I suddenly wondered: would my wife encounter such a bad person tonight? The man from earlier seemed quite gentlemanly; he probably wouldn't commit a crime.

Because I was so tired, I fell asleep while watching. When I heard the sound of the key turning in the door, I became slightly more awake and heard my wife and the man talking quietly.

Wife: "My husband always falls asleep while watching porn."

Husband: "Then you're often left alone?"

Wife: "Luckily, my husband is very good to me, which makes up for some of it, otherwise..." (The rest of the conversation ends.

) Husband: "I'm going back to my room."

Wife: "Aren't you going to talk to me?"

Husband: "I'll call and see if my colleague is back in his room."

After the husband dialed, the wife turned the TV volume down to the lowest setting. The phone rang five or six times before being answered. A suggestive voice came from the other end: "I'm busy right now, you can come back in half an hour."

Husband: "My colleague is in his room. He must have called a girl and they're doing it. I can't go back."

Suddenly, I smelled a strong odor of alcohol. Had my wife drunk too much today? I peeked at my wife through my half-open eyes and saw her staggering towards me, trying to wake me. I pretended to be asleep, and she got up and walked over to the man, throwing herself into his arms.

The man also reached out and hugged my wife tightly. They stood there, kissing passionately, their tongues swirling in each other's mouths as if searching for something. Then the man moved his hands to my wife's shoulders, pulled down her clothes, revealing her fair shoulders, and moved his lips to her shoulders. After

a series of licking and caresses, my wife collapsed onto the sofa, while the man squatted beside her, unhooking her bra with one hand and rubbing her vulva through her clothes with the other. When her breasts bounced out, he immediately sealed them with his mouth, while his other hand massaged the other breast. My wife, under this foreplay, moaned softly, but was afraid of making a sound and waking me.

I was feigning sleep, not wanting to disturb them. After my wife finished her caresses, I quickly rolled over to face the wall. My movement interrupted her enjoyment; she got up and shook me again to make sure I wasn't awake, then pulled the man to a chair near the door. I noticed my wife wasn't on the sofa, but I could hear her soft voice.

Looking in the mirror on the dressing table reflected in the glass wall, I saw my wife sitting on the chair by the door, her top pulled down to her waist, her breasts swaying with her head. The man was standing in front of her, his erect penis going in and out of her mouth, enjoying her ministrations.

My wife held his penis with one hand and rubbed her breast with the other, while the man, in his pleasure, teased her other nipple. When she quickened her pace, the man pressed her head down with both hands, and after a spasm, my wife rushed to the bathroom; I could only hear her rinsing her mouth.

When she came out of the bathroom, the man was already sitting on the sofa. I saw it all; it felt like I was spying on a sex game, and my penis was already rock hard. I pretended to wake up and slowly turned over. Seeing the two of them, I asked when they would be back. My wife said they had just arrived and were embarrassed to wake me since I was sleeping.

Just then, the TV screen showed intense penetration. My wife noticed and tried to turn it off, but I stopped her.

The man then took the opportunity to say he was going back to his room, and casually mentioned that he had safely returned my wife to me. I joked, "As a reward, let my wife keep you company for the night!"

My wife pretended to be angry and hit me, saying, "Are you still asleep?" I got up and said, "I've had enough sleep. How about we have a few more drinks?" I asked my wife to go outside and get some food and drinks, and also told her to put on her coat so she wouldn't tempt anyone. My wife rolled her eyes at me and swayed her sexy hips as she went out.

The two guys left chatted casually, from where they lived to their jobs, families, and children. The man kept praising my wife for being young, beautiful, and having a sexy figure, and he was very envious of me. I half-jokingly said, "Then you can have her." Probably because he had drunk too much, the man even said that one shouldn't mess with a friend's wife.

As soon as my wife came in, I asked her, "Were you sexually harassed?" My wife, with a flirtatious look on her face, actually said, "Yes! I was even slept with, and it was so great. Are you happy now?" The two guys laughed out loud. Luckily, the room was soundproofed, so they didn't disturb anyone else.

The three of them joked and drank until they were flushed and their faces were red. As the atmosphere warmed up, everyone started taking off their clothes one by one. The two men were down to their underwear, while the wife simply unzipped her blouse, revealing half of her bra, saying it was cooler that way.

Perhaps because I'd had too much to drink, I blurted out, "Aren't there a lot of lingerie-themed love hotels in Taichung?"

My wife replied, "But I can't go." I immediately joked, "Honey, if you took off your dress, you'd definitely be more alluring than the hostesses at those love hotels." My wife then asked, "Then who pays for the service?" At this point, one of the men, already a little tipsy, pulled out a wad of thousand-dollar bills from his pocket and said, "Is this enough?"

How could I betray my wife? But the conversation had gone this far, so I had to say, "It's on me today, it's on me." My wife said, "I haven't agreed yet!"

I reached out to take off my wife's clothes, but she dodged away and moved closer to the man, who naturally let her lie on his lap. My wife's legs were facing me. Just as I started to pull down her clothes, she kicked her legs in mid-air. Because she was wearing a white dress and the room was very brightly lit, her thong was completely exposed to me.

I used my body to spread her legs apart and pulled her dress down to her waist. I noticed that she only pretended to struggle slightly, even sticking her buttocks up so I could easily take off her dress. My wife, now only wearing a bra and a thong, covered her breasts, which were about a third exposed, with her hands. I pulled her hands away from the man's lap and asked her to pour us drinks.

As my wife stood up and bent over to pour the drinks, her breasts could no longer be hidden in her bra, and her nipples were protruding and exposed to the man. Upon seeing this, the man stuffed a thousand yuan into my wife's cleavage and lightly patted her buttocks. At this point, my wife showed professionalism and did not resist at all.

When my wife came to my side, I pulled her close and laid her in my arms. I pulled her breasts out of her bra, and my wife, already aroused, unhooked it herself, fully revealing her snow-white breasts.

At this moment, my wife's eyes were languid, and as I caressed her breasts, her alluring gaze fixed on me, whether expectant or pleading, I couldn't tell. My wife, breathless from my caresses, opened and closed her legs towards me, finally pulling down the bottom of her thong herself. At this point, my wife's vulva was clearly exposed to me.

My wife's vulva was rosy and tender like a young girl's, not at all like a 35-year-old woman. She faced me, scratching her smooth vulva, and with my sucking and kneading of her breasts, my wife let out seductive moans.

My wife writhed her plump buttocks, her juices flowing freely, and I stared in stunned silence, completely motionless. We looked at each other, and I said, "Your lower body is mine." Seeing my wife's ecstatic expression, he approached her vulva, sometimes rubbing her clitoris, sometimes teasing her labia, then lowering his head to gently suck on her clitoris, occasionally plunging his tongue deep into her vagina and stirring it. My wife desperately raised her hips, thrusting them towards his mouth, yearning for his tongue to penetrate even deeper; her juices flowed like a torrent, intoxicated by extreme passion, almost going mad with pleasure.

After enjoying the man's exquisite tongue techniques, my wife was in ecstasy. At this moment, I gestured with my hand as if to insert a penis into her vagina. The man immediately understood, got up, took off his trousers and underwear, and also removed my wife's already superfluous thong. He then grasped his now rock-hard penis and inserted it into my wife's still writhing vagina.

The man's penis was very thick, especially the glans, which was swollen and red, hard and large. Although his wife's vagina was already full of vaginal fluid, when his glans pushed open her labia and entered her vagina, it still made a crisp "plop" sound. His wife's vagina was filled to the brim with his penis, and she couldn't help but cry out "Ah..." in pleasure. The man then climbed on top of his wife and began to thrust his penis in and out of her vagina. His wife's whole body swayed her hips in rhythm with the thrusting of his penis.

After a series of frenzied thrusts, seeing his wife trembling all over, her half-closed eyes rolling back, her hands tightly gripping his back, her toes curled in tension, her lower body arching upwards, he knew she had reached orgasm. Her uterus contracted strongly, an intoxicating pleasure washing over her, and streams of hot, sticky vaginal fluid were spraying onto his glans. At this point, I would have already ejaculated, but the man only paused his thrusting, enjoying the sensation of his wife's vagina sucking and releasing his penis.

After his wife slowly calmed down, the man withdrew his wet penis, then turned his wife over. She spread her legs, kneeling on the bed, anticipating further sex. The man held his wife's buttocks and thrust his penis hard into her vagina, each thrust making a "smack" sound as he pushed his glans to the very end, reaching her clitoris.

After another round of thrusts, my wife was completely exhausted, her legs weak and trembling. She could no longer support herself and lay prone on the bed, her buttocks raised, enduring the relentless onslaught of the man's large penis. Hot, wet fluids gushed out again, flowing from their point of contact, soaking even the man's pubic hair and scrotum.

After dozens of rapid thrusts with all his might, the man could no longer hold back. With a shudder, he ejaculated his thick semen into my wife's vagina. Seeing my wife limp and panting on the bed, the man withdrew his penis, white semen flowing down her buttocks. Her reddened vagina was still contracting, and her whole body was trembling slightly.

Just then, the man's phone rang. It was his colleague saying he could go back to his room. He then dressed and kissed my wife goodbye. At that moment, I suddenly felt a pang of jealousy, but my penis was erect as high as the sky.

While my wife was still lying on the bed, I parted her labia and easily penetrated her. Her vagina was full of semen, slippery and loose, offering no pleasure whatsoever. But recalling the passionate scene from just moments before, I couldn't help but ejaculate as well, both men's semen simultaneously filling my wife's vagina.

"If she's pregnant, do we need a DNA test to determine who the father is?" I asked my wife.

After regaining some strength, my wife said, "I've been using contraception for several years."

After we showered in the bathroom, I asked my wife how she felt. She asked me worriedly if I still wanted her.

I told her confidently, "Where can you find such a beautiful, sexy, and fun wife? The only condition is that she can't secretly sleep with other men behind my back."

Watching my wife turn off the light with a satisfied smile and snuggle into my arms, I also embraced her, planning where to go tomorrow.

(III) My Wife's Romantic Encounters

Since enjoying a wonderful sex life, my wife has gradually become more lively and cheerful, and her clothing has become more sexy. Especially when she goes out shopping alone, she is always the focus of everyone's attention. In particular, the greedy eyes of men can make my wife feel hot all over and her vagina itchy.

However, with her husband not around, she was still afraid to interact with strangers alone, especially since men these days are all looks and no substance. Once, she met someone online who boasted about his experience, but he ejaculated before even penetrating her, leaving her uninterested and needing a massage therapist to satisfy her desires.

Last Monday at noon, my wife drove her SUV to the underpass of Xinsheng North Road and went to an underground dance hall on Linsen North Road. As she sat there alone, the men around her couldn't help but steal glances at her, and the bolder ones would approach and invite her to dance.

After being invited by three or four men, she finally found a man who suited her taste. He was tall and looked very charming. She danced intimately with him several times, and he always maintained a gentlemanly demeanor.

They chatted about their family lives, discovering they were both married and dancing was simply a way to relieve the monotony of their marriages. They both had happy families of their own, and my wife also told him that her husband knew she was going out to dance. The two chatted happily and agreed to meet again.

That evening, when I got home, my wife told me about meeting a handsome man that day. I could see the lust in her eyes. That night in bed, I was incredibly energetic, a tactic my wife always used to spur me on – jealousy combined with a competitive spirit.

Yesterday afternoon, that gentleman invited my wife to dancing. She said she wanted to go to a hot spring the next day and asked if he wanted to come along. They agreed that she would drive and he would pay. Then she told me what happened and asked if I wanted to go with her. To avoid him backing out, I told her she would go alone, but I would follow behind, both to protect her and to spy on their every move.

That evening, I mounted the wireless hidden camera I'd bought recently on the rearview mirror of my SUV and the main camera on my car. After testing, the angle covered the center front seat and the entire back seat.

I didn't tell my wife about setting up the camera, but I decided on their approximate itinerary to avoid anything going against my plans; partly to help my wife filter out some people, and partly to keep track of the situation.

Just this afternoon, I drove my sedan following my wife's SUV towards a hot spring restaurant in Macao, Yangmingshan. The man maintained his gentlemanly demeanor throughout the journey. Although his wife was wearing a short skirt, her full breasts bulged a large hole in the slit of her shirt buttons. Although I couldn't see it on the screen, the man was flirting with his wife during their conversation, observing her reaction. Here's their exchange:

Man: "You look so sexy today."

Wife: "No, I'm just glad you don't mind."

Man: "Really, I'm so glad my wife has your taste."

Wife: "You men are all the same. Your wives are all worn out at home, but they become mistresses in other men's arms. Like my husband, he's the same way every time he sees me, but his eyes light up when he sees other women."

Man: "I guess you've been married for so long that you've neglected each other."

Wife: "But my figure is just as good as those young, sexy girls!"

Man: "Of course your figure is top-notch. Look, your shirt buttons are almost bursting."

Wife: "Of course you want them to fall down! That way you can have a good look."

Man: "That's already a good look.

" My wife looked down and, sure enough, she could see about a third of her breast through the gap in her shirt buttons. Her cheeks flushed slightly. She tugged at her shirt, but couldn't hide the glimpse of her breasts. Since we were driving, she didn't care.

When we were almost there, I overtook the other car and drove ahead. Once we arrived, I waited in the car until they entered the men's and women's hot spring areas before following them in. While soaking, I observed the man. His body was fairly fair, without the typical potbelly of today's men, which suited my wife's taste. His genitals were also clean, not too dark or dirty.

After we finished soaking, I took the opportunity to call my wife to report what I had seen and to tell her we were going to Xiaoyoukeng Scenic Area next.

I drove there first, parking on the viewing platform of the Arrow Bamboo Trail. Looking around, there was no one there, and I could see the parking lot from there. Soon after, my wife parked the car, and the two walked hand in hand towards the fountain area. Ten minutes later, they headed towards the arrow bamboo trail. The hand-in-hand gesture had changed to the man's arm around my wife's waist, and they chatted and laughed as they slowly walked up the steps. They stood on the observation deck, admiring the distant scenery. The man's hand on my wife's waist would occasionally slip to her buttocks. I hid below the observation deck, able to see everything through the gaps in the wooden planks.

When my wife stood by the railing gazing at the distant mountains, the man leaned against her from behind. When he wrapped his arms around her, she didn't resist, tilting her head back and nestling in his embrace. A short while later, I saw her raise her head to meet his approaching lips.

As their tongues explored each other's mouths in perfect harmony, the man's hands slowly unbuttoned my wife's shirt. While one hand unhooked her bra, the other wasn't idle either, lifting her skirt and caressing her vulva through her underwear.

When his wife's breasts bounced out of her bra, words were superfluous. She closed her eyes, silently enjoying the pleasure of their affair, while the man French-kissed her, kneading her breasts and teasing her labia, eliciting soft moans of pleasure.

Soon after, the man pulled down his wife's panties from behind, discovering they were too small, and stuffed them into his pocket without hesitation. Now, with no obstruction, his wife fully responded to his teasing, her lower body writhing violently, as if crawling with ants.

Just as she turned and knelt down, taking out the man's hot penis and stroking it, the man pressed her head down with both hands, attempting to control the speed of her strokes. A moment later, the man let out a wild shout and trembled, ejaculating thick semen into his wife's mouth. She immediately sucked the glans clean before spitting the semen onto the ground. Then, hearing voices from below, she quickly helped the man put away his penis and stood up.

After the two of them straightened their clothes, a couple walked onto the observation deck. A little while later, the wife and the man headed towards the parking lot. Taking advantage of the couple leaving, I went to the car and found the wife and the man continuing their passionate performance inside. Since they were both sitting in the front seats, due to the angle, I could only roughly see that they were kissing, and I couldn't see their lower bodies. Fortunately, more cars gradually stopped next to them. At this point, I deliberately called her.

Wife: "Hello!"

Husband: "Wife, where are you?"

Wife: "I'm on the mountain."

Husband: "You've gone out to be a flirt again?"

Wife: "Yeah! You're so busy with work and don't have time for me. I was so bored, so I went for a walk in the mountains."

Husband: "Wife, be careful. You dress so sexily every day. If you encounter bad guys on the mountain, don't resist. Staying alive is the most important thing."

Wife: "Oh yeah! I'm being raped right now!"

Upon hearing this, the man immediately stopped everything. The wife also wanted to end the call, so she said, "Let's talk later! Phone calls are expensive!"

On the screen, I saw the two of them straighten their clothes. Several more cars had appeared nearby. The wife started the car, probably looking for a quiet place.

I followed my wife's SUV to the parking lot opposite Songyuan. She parked on the upper level, and I parked on the lower level. I saw on the screen that after my wife got out of the car, she walked to the side, probably checking her surroundings to make sure I wasn't following.

When my wife got back into the car, she surprisingly sat in the back seat. She then asked the man to move to the back, saying it was more spacious. The man reclined his seat and climbed over. Once they were both in the back, my wife reclined the front seats forward and then the back seats flattened out, making the space seem very spacious. I could see the whole thing on the screen.

When my wife lay down, she spread her arms, clearly expecting the man's attention. The man lay motionless beside her, while she looked like she wanted to sleep, waiting for things to take a turn.

The man turned his head to look at my wife with her eyes closed, her breasts rising and falling with her breathing. He suddenly reached into his pocket, pulled out his wife's sexy panties, and asked if she wanted to put them back on. His wife pretended to be sleepy and said, "I want to sleep, don't bother me." Actually, she took the opportunity to spread her legs, placing one foot on him. Her skirt was lifted by her parted legs, almost revealing her inner thighs. I could see on the screen that her pink vulva was already glistening with moisture, the opening contracting and relaxing.

The man held his wife's sexy panties open and examined them; they looked much like thongs. He played with them for a while. On the screen, you could see that the man's masculine instincts were aroused by the alluring panties. He slowly got up and moved to his wife's open thighs, finding that she cooperated by spreading her legs even wider, her skirt almost up to her waist, revealing her luscious, sweet vulva. The man leaned closer and closer, finally slowly stroking his hand from the outside of her thighs to the inner thigh.

The wife, perhaps feeling she had achieved her seduction goal, slowly cooperated with the teasing, gently wiggling her hips. When the man felt that simply touching her vulva wasn't enough, he unbuttoned her shirt. Now, lying on her back, her chest completely exposed, revealing two snow-white breasts and pink nipples, with a short skirt hanging around her waist, practically revealing her genitals.

The wife, who had kept her eyes closed, slightly opened them, meeting the man's provocative gaze. After an ambiguous exchange of glances, they launched into a passionate kiss. Soon after, the man removed his wife's shirt and began unbuttoning her skirt. The wife automatically raised her hips, allowing him to easily remove her last piece of clothing.

At this point, the naked wife seemed to demand equal treatment, and promptly stripped the man of his clothes one by one, her two naked bodies boldly performing a nude show in the car. Thankfully, the car had heat insulation, so you couldn't see inside from the outside unless someone's face was pressed against the window. Otherwise, you could only see the car constantly swaying, imagining a couple having a passionate lovemaking session inside. The

naked wife seemed to be searching for something to cover herself with; the best way was to press her entire body against the man's, the two embracing tightly. At this point, besides their tongues, only their four legs below their waists were moving. Their

legs intertwined from time to time, their buttocks rubbing against each other's pubic hair. As their lips parted, the man licked and kissed his wife from her neck and shoulders down, while she writhed, her hands occasionally kneading her breasts and the man's head.

When the man's tongue reached her two erect nipples, the wife held his head tightly, as if not allowing him to leave, while arching her body, waving her legs in the air, her vagina contracting and relaxing, as if anticipating swallowing his penis. Watching this made my blood boil, and my penis harden.

As the man's French kisses reached his wife's inner thighs, her panting turned into moans, interspersed with cries of "It's so itchy, so itchy! Faster! Faster! Don't stop..." The man's licking didn't stop with her cries; instead, he quickened his pace, focusing on her sensitive clitoris. After a series of pleas for mercy and the act of rubbing her breasts, she reached her first orgasm.

Soon after, slumped in the chair, the wife became aroused again. She rolled over, kneeling facing the camera, her buttocks raised, legs spread open towards the man, one hand supporting herself on the seat, the other reaching behind her to spread her labia, urgently crying out, "Come!

Come and fuck me!" Her large breasts swayed incessantly in front of the camera.

The man knelt behind his wife, his huge, erect penis aimed at her already wet vagina, and with a "plop," easily penetrated her. The man inserted his penis but didn't thrust, prompting his wife to plead, "Dear brother, hurry up and fuck me! Hurry up and fuck me!"

Hearing his wife's pleas, the man slowly began to thrust. His wife, perhaps annoyed by his slow pace, even tried to masturbate by moving her hips back. Due to the camera angle, only the wetness of the man

's penis when he withdrew was visible; the wife's expression wasn't shown. Presumably, under the rapid thrusting, she could only close her eyes and fully enjoy the pleasure of penetration. Only when his wife slumped against the chair was the man's penis fully exposed to the camera. His kneeling position and bouncing penis gave him a triumphant, unyielding air. After a short rest, I knew it was time for his wife to get her revenge.

After the wife got up, she told the man to lie down. He obediently lay down on the chair, his limbs flat except for his erect penis. The wife, with a suggestive smile, sat on his penis, which was immediately swallowed by her rosy vulva.

At first, the wife only swayed slowly back and forth, but after less than a minute, the swaying increased, and her breasts swayed more and more violently. The man, probably unable to withstand the shaking and moaning, got up and took turns sucking on her swaying breasts. The wife held his head and shook it desperately; I could almost hear her cries of pleasure coming from inside the car.

After my wife stopped shaking, she lay naked on top of me for a long time without moving.

To wake her up and prevent her from being seen if someone came, I quickly called her and asked when she would be home. She said weakly, "I'll go home and cook something hot for you." Hearing her voice, I knew she was implying that we could have a good time tonight, because my lust had just been ignited, which was our ultimate goal.

(IV) My Wife's Sexual Journey

A few days later was our 15th wedding anniversary. To reward my wife for her hard work, I arranged a trip to Hualien.

Starting from Taipei, we drove along the Beiyi Highway to the Yilan Plain. I watched my wife lying in the front seat, sleeping soundly. I looked at her slightly exposed breasts, her dress which I had lifted up to her thighs, revealing her transparent panties and a tuft of black pubic hair. This was to keep her from dozing off. As other buses

drove by, I wondered if the people on those buses saw my wife's exposed body. I felt excited and thrilled all the way to Hualien. After we arrived at Taroko Gorge, my wife woke up, looking energetic, while I felt a bit tired. After we checked into the Regent Taipei Hotel, I was already lying flat on the bed, completely unconscious.

Seeing how tired I was, my wife didn't bother me and went out for a stroll alone. When I woke up, it was already past 3 PM; I had slept for almost three hours. Finding my wife missing, I quickly went out to look for her.

In the hotel coffee shop, I saw my wife sitting elegantly, chatting with a foreigner. When she saw me looking for her, she beckoned me to sit down. After she introduced us, I learned that the man was named Tony, who had come to Taiwan to study Chinese. Taking advantage of the few days off from school and the fact that it wasn't a weekend, he had come alone to the famous Taroko Gorge.

I volunteered to be his guide. When I pointed out that Xiangde Temple was across the street and we had to cross the suspension bridge, my wife laughed. When I asked her what she was laughing about, she said they had already been there.

I looked at her with curiosity, and my wife explained that while I was sleeping, she had gone outside for a stroll out of boredom. She came across a cherry blossom tree and, as she squatted down to pick up the fallen petals, she heard the sound of a camera. Looking up, she saw someone taking her picture – it was Tony.

Later, Tony asked my wife to take some pictures of him too, and they started chatting. It turned out Tony had taken pictures without my wife's permission because he thought her posture while picking up the petals was very elegant, and he apologized to me.

I'm not a petty person, and besides, my wife's sexy and beautiful appearance was bound to attract attention. Since they had already explored the area, I said, "You haven't been to the Wenshan Wild Creek Hot Spring, have you?" Seeing their wide-eyed stares, I felt a great sense of accomplishment and said, "I'll take you there, but we'll have to drive. Let's hurry back to the room to change, and I'll see you in the parking lot in ten minutes."

Back in the room, my wife complained that I hadn't told her about the hot spring, causing her to forget her swimsuit. I simply said that she could just wear casual clothes and go in the water. Hearing what I said, my wife took off her dress and immediately put on a sweatshirt and shorts. I also changed into some casual clothes and followed her out.

When we arrived at the parking lot, Tony was wearing a tank top and tight shorts, showing off his muscular physique. My middle-aged physique was definitely inferior. A few minutes after we got in the car, we arrived at Wenshan Hot Spring. Looking into the valley, it seemed deserted; probably because it was Thursday and there weren't many tourists.

As we walked down the steps, Tony led the way, my wife followed in the middle, and I brought up the rear. My wife kept letting out screams because she hadn't changed out of her high heels and almost tripped several times. Tony would turn around and take her hand, helping her down step by step. Finally, we reached the bottom of the stream and saw the wild hot spring.

Tony tested the temperature with his hand and then jumped into the water, splashing a large patch of my wife's clothes, right on her chest. Seeing that my wife's bra was already showing, and the shape of her breasts was vaguely visible, she looked down and quickly jumped into the water, hiding herself. I jumped in after her, and the splashing water soaked her hair.

This time, my wife seemed to want revenge, splashing water at me. I immediately retaliated, and the three of us started a water fight. My wife was completely soaked, and with her thin top, the color and shape of her bra were clearly visible. Her clothes clung to her body, completely revealing her perfect figure.

After a while, my wife noticed and stopped, but the two guys had already seen her. While squatting in the water, my wife suddenly said she was worried someone might come by. I teased her, saying, "Are you going to swim naked?" Provoked, she retorted, "If you dare, I'll play along." The conversation then turned to nudist camps abroad.

Tony said he'd been to nudist camps abroad, and his wife asked curiously, "Don't guys have a physical reaction when they see naked women?" Tony replied, "If there are no impure thoughts, there won't be any reaction." His wife playfully asked, "So, are you having any impure thoughts right now?" leaving Tony speechless.

I didn't let my wife off the hook either, saying, "Why don't you try it and see if he reacts?" My wife rolled her eyes at me, blushed, and fell silent.

Suddenly, I remembered a magazine report about people swimming naked at Wenshan Hot Springs. When I brought it up, my wife didn't say anything, and Tony didn't object, so I said, "Anyway, there's no one here now, and our clothes are wet anyway. We'll have to take them off and wring them out later anyway, so why don't we just take them off now?" I took mine off first, and Tony followed suit, leaving only my wife. She looked at the two of us guys and turned away, saying, "Don't peek!"

Anyway, it was already getting dark, and everyone was hiding in the murky hot spring, so we couldn't really see anything. Slowly, my wife turned around, and the three of us kept some distance, especially my wife, who was further away from the other two.

We were all silent for a moment. I walked over to my wife and asked if she wanted to leave. She said it felt so good and she wanted to soak a little longer. Suddenly, I reached out and tickled her waist. My wife jumped up, her upper body emerging from the water, her two snow-white breasts clearly visible even in the dim light.

My wife, blushing, chased after me, completely forgetting that her bouncing breasts had been exposed. When she realized what was happening, she saw Tony laughing and said, "You saw everything, and you're still laughing!" A little angrily, she said, "Let's go back!" My

wife insisted that we get dressed and leave before she got up. I noticed that Tony's penis was slightly erect and still bouncing. After we were out of her sight, she caught up with us not long after. Everyone was wearing wet clothes, so we quickly returned to the hotel to avoid catching a chill.

After returning to the room and showering, we went to the dining room for dinner. Tony was already eating. The three of us sat at the table, planning what to do that evening. There wasn't much to do in the deep mountains, so we didn't come to any conclusions.

After dinner, my wife and I returned to the room. She immediately changed into the light blue, semi-transparent nightgown we had brought, over which she wore a pink half-cup bra and semi-transparent lace panties. We sat on the sofa watching the locked TV, trying to create some atmosphere. Luckily, it was only a little past eight; if we had gone to sleep, we didn't know when dawn would have broken.

A short while later, the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and Tony was holding a bottle of wine and some other things. He said, "I thought you guys weren't asleep yet, so I came to bother you." I politely welcomed him in, only to notice my wife's sexy attire. She quickly put on a jacket, turned off the TV, and the three of us sat down to chat and drink.

After a few rounds of drinks, my wife's drunken promiscuity began to surface, and she started taking off her jacket…

(To be continued)

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