My Wife's Sexual Journey

Let me start with a recollection.

My wife and I were introduced by a classmate. Back then, I was probably quite popular with girls, but

things always seemed to fall apart for various reasons. Then, my classmate called me;

a new girl had joined her company, and she thought she was stunning, so she wanted to send her to me. I went to meet her with a nonchalant attitude.

After meeting, we both felt it was necessary to continue seeing each other. My wife was wearing a denim top and hot pants;

her long, white legs almost dazzled me. I think I must have been a complete lecher at that moment, because she kept looking at me

and smiling. Looking at her thighs and smiling face, I decided I had to get her! She was 20 years old then.

She wasn't a virgin. We slept together after two months of dating. When we first met, my wife had told me she had

a boyfriend before. At the time, my mind was filled with her large breasts and thighs, and I didn't take her words to heart. Although

I was somewhat prepared for this, when I entered her body without any resistance for the first time, I still

felt a sense of loss and bitterness. The consequence of this was that I relentlessly assaulted her

until she begged for mercy. Later, I went through a very intense internal struggle and even considered leaving her, but our

feelings for each other ran deep, and my wife was very attached to me. Finally, we got married.

My wife is beautiful and quiet on the outside, very ladylike, but deep down she's a secretly passionate woman, especially in bed where she's

incredibly alluring . She's willing to try all sorts of things I suggest and always caters to my every whim, making me

feel comfortable. Her every word and action is full of femininity; it's hard for a woman like that not to attract attention,

especially since I'm often away on business and rarely home.

My wife is romantic and fascinated by the pleasure of sex. Much later, she confessed that she

didn't know how to resist the advances of men she liked. Since learning about her past relationships,

after the initial pain, I found my thinking undergoing a qualitative shift. After all, it happened

before we met, and she hadn't wronged me. Moreover, the thought of her moaning and groaning under another man stirred

a strange excitement within me. As a highly educated modern person, I

was familiar with many progressive ideas and had been influenced by them, but I couldn't quite grasp the situation myself.

After figuring it out, I couldn't help but ask her about the details of her relationship with that man during sex. At first,

she wouldn't tell, but I persisted, constantly asking and sharing my thoughts. I even

showed her information online. Seeing that I wasn't just teasing her, she began to tell me, in fits and starts, about her

experience with her first man: "Where did you do it the first time?" "At his house." "What positions did you use?...

"I was on the bottom, um."

From vague to precise, down to every single detail. Later, during sex, we would play this question-and-answer

game. Gradually, she opened up, and some things came out naturally without being asked. Every time she

moved beneath me, she would mention another man. Gradually, she became immersed in this chaotic situation and

began to be addicted to the feeling. Her tone became more and more seductive, and the stories she told became more and more exciting. Later, the protagonists in

our story were no longer limited to her ex-boyfriend. New characters kept appearing in our

story: classmates, friends, colleagues, etc., all men and women we knew and liked. "

No , let me go, my husband is coming back... um... if you still come in, my husband will kill you!"

"I'm not afraid of being killed. To have your body, it's worth dying for...!"

After a while of this, I suddenly asked, "How many times have you slept with that colleague?"

I felt the soft body beneath me stiffen, and she said in a panic, "Nothing like that, don't talk nonsense...

"

and then refused to say another word. That night, I sensed my wife was very unsettled. Although she lay motionless in bed,

I knew she wasn't asleep. I asked her many times afterward, and she even fantasized about that man. Each time,

we got excited, but afterwards, she always denied having anything happen with him. But I knew they definitely had

. Don't ask me how I knew; a man's intuition in these matters is astonishingly sharp.

Another night, as I was on top of her, the same scenario played out: "Tell me, baby,

how many times have you slept with him? I absolutely didn't mean anything by it; I just wanted to add some color to our lives." "Um

...no, really, nothing, brother, don't stop, baby wants more..." "Baby, just tell me! I'm

going crazy with curiosity! Tell me and I'll give you a good time!" After a long pause, my wife hesitated for a

long time before , "Okay, I'll tell you everything..." This was followed by a soft moan from her: "I slept with him..."

Hearing that almost made me ejaculate. Although my wife had a relationship with her ex-boyfriend, it happened before we met

. While it wasn't as exciting as it is now, it evoked a profound sense of empathy

. My senses were unusually sharp, a mix of excitement, pain, bitterness, anger, and madness washing over me.

Her third man was a colleague, let's call him H.

I'd met him before; he was tall, handsome, and we were deeply in love then. Once, after returning from

a business trip, I went to my wife's apartment. Just as she was out, that young man arrived. Because I was older than them,

I greeted him warmly. My male intuition told me he harbored a subtle hostility towards me. Later, I learned that he

was pursuing my wife relentlessly, a pursuit that continued even after our marriage. He was deeply devoted to his wife and his pursuit was

skillful; every move he made struck at her most vulnerable spot. During that time, she felt both

sweet and conflicted, feeling guilty towards me yet unable to let go of his tenderness. She was on the verge of giving up. (My wife told

me that H treated her much better than I did, which made me feel ashamed.) In this agonizing yet blissful torment, his

birthday arrived.

That night, they drank, laughed, and cried. In his murmuring confession, they unconsciously and

naturally embraced, a warm embrace indeed. Holding his head in her arms, my wife felt a tenderness in her heart. Reflecting on

his long, fruitless love, knowing she couldn't be with him, she felt she owed him so much. In a

moment abandoned her inner struggle, thinking, "Fine, give it to him. Consider it compensation!" At that moment, my wife was filled with

pity for the man before her, and with an almost heroic sense of sacrifice, she went to H's house.

What a chaotic night it was! I could truly

feel .

That night, they were both wild, like lovers in the apocalypse, lost in a tireless

, oblivious embrace, oblivious to tomorrow. They satisfied each other with every part of their bodies. Hearing this, I felt

a pang of jealousy. We both insisted that

such behavior wouldn't be done unless it was someone we truly loved and accepted.

My wife was woken by him; breakfast was already prepared. She wore one of his shirts to wash up; the shirt

looked baggy and undeniably sexy. Then he followed her in, embracing her slender waist and kissing

her neck. Her buttocks touched his erection, and she leaned against the sink, enduring

his ravaging from behind…

"How long did your relationship last?" I asked, still inside her as I listened to her recollections.

"About a month, until you came back from that business trip. We agreed to just be friends."

"Where did you do it?"

"His place, a hotel, um… and our place,"

she whispered.

"What, in our house? In our bed?"

"Yes." My heart ached even more. Above our wedding bed was our wedding photo. My wife said she felt guilty about having sex with another man in

our wedding bed, but the unrestrained pleasure stemming from that guilt was

uncontrollable… I was about to explode. I flipped her over into a kneeling position…!

The following days became more exciting. Every night after work, after dinner, I couldn't wait to take my wife to

bed and do what we loved, wishing we could stay in bed together all the time.

Under these circumstances, I got my wife's first time in anal sex. To be honest, the reason I made this request was

because my wife wasn't a virgin when we were together. To say I didn't mind at all wouldn't be a truthful attitude.

I had a regret about not getting my wife's virginity, and subconsciously wanted to make up for it in this way.

After my wife confessed about her affair with h, perhaps she also felt guilty towards me, so after my repeated requests, she agreed. I won't go into the details of the process,

but in short, it was a thoroughly enjoyable experience. Surprisingly, after the initial discomfort, my wife also

experienced a high level of pleasure, despite feeling unwell afterward. She said the feeling was very unusual, not

so much about the act itself, but primarily psychological. It was

like a noble lady being harassed by a vulgar, barbaric bandit. These were people from completely different worlds, with vastly different social statuses, who would normally

have no connection. The disparity in their social standing brought an intense, perverse pleasure. That's what she thought when I entered her anus,

making it irresistible. We did it a few more times afterward, but considering my wife's delicate body might not be able to handle it,

we stopped.

In addition to sex, we later added a new element to our marital sex life: my

sister- an even more voluptuous figure than my wife. To be honest, I don't have any other dirty thoughts about her,

but it's okay to fantasize about her during sex. My wife doesn't object to this and often cooperates. Sometimes

she would play the role of her sister, calling me, "Brother-in-law, come quick..." seducing me like a little vixen. Sometimes she

would whisper in my ear how she and her sister served me together, the scenes naturally extremely erotic, allowing me to reach

the pinnacle of fantasies, where I could have both sisters. Sometimes I felt she was a vixen, and that sooner or later I would die on her,

I thought.

Of course, bedroom pleasures were only a part of life. During this time, I continued to travel frequently for work. Fortunately,

the internet was already widespread, so in addition to telephone calls, video chat became a frequently used communication tool in

our lives. Thanks to modern communication methods, I could not only hear my wife's voice but also

see body, which I deeply adored. At this point, my wife's attraction to me completely surpassed that of other women.

The direct evidence was that from that stage onward, the number of other women I had drastically decreased. Every day after finishing my work, I would rush

back to the hotel and eagerly turn on the computer to be intimate with my wife. That was the first time I experienced nude video chat. Even though

we were an intimate couple, the impact was enormous. I never imagined that being separated by distance could lead to such a peak of excitement through

the internet !

Besides contacting me, my wife also started chatting online in her spare time to pass the

time . I encouraged this and consciously guided her, since I'm not often by her

side, and making some friends is a good thing. Initially, my wife wasn't very agreeable because she's naturally romantic and passionate,

easily becoming completely invested in relationships and taking every relationship seriously, even if it

's with someone online. She was afraid of falling into a doomed relationship, fearing it would

hurt me and didn't want to hurt me again.

We had a serious talk about this. I made her realize that making friends online is different from

extramarital affairs, affirming the positive aspects of such behavior in our married life, and reassuring her that our

relationship could withstand any test. I told her that making friends online is just a way for couples to spice things up,

adding a touch of color to our lives while we're young, something to look forward to in the future. As a part of life, it

's not the main theme. This isn't because we don't love each other; quite the opposite, it's a sign that our relationship

has reached a mature and profound stage! Only

couples who deeply understand this relationship and are willing to give, with the happiness of the other as their highest goal, can do this. "As long as your heart is with me, no matter how far you go,

you will eventually return to me, like a kite; no matter how high it flies, the string is always in my hand."

Although our views are relatively progressive, our standards for choosing friends are still strict. I

often ask my wife to send me her chat history with online friends. At first, she was embarrassed to show it, but I insisted,

jokingly calling it a "work inspection by the boss," and she reluctantly agreed. I don't want to see my wife

bewitched feel a little vain. However, sometimes watching my wife

chat with others, almost flirting, I feel both complicated and addicted to that feeling. This feeling is something only those who have experienced it can understand.

Good friends are rare and hard to find; with a "go with the flow" attitude, the days slowly passed.

Not long after, I returned home, and the reunion was naturally filled with joy and affection. In the midst of our joy, I asked my wife about

the progress of her meeting with her boyfriend. She didn't answer, her face flushed, but she nestled into my arms, wriggling like a snake, trying to distract me.

My attention was drawn to her. I knew things were looking up. Pretending not to notice, I smoothly pushed my wife down beneath me… My

wife murmured in a daze, “You big bad guy… I’ll kill you, oh…”

Afterwards, I subtly observed her and noticed she was often secretly sending and receiving text messages behind my back. I knew she was

shy and afraid I would find out. Looking at her radiant, glowing face, I surprisingly felt no jealousy, only

tenderness and genuine happiness for her. Although our relationship remained as close as ever after marriage,

the element of mutual support had grown, and the passion of our early romance had faded. For a sentimental and innocent

woman like my wife, this might be a regret. “Let her experience the feeling of being in love again,” I thought indulgently.

By loosening the kite string a little, we were both delighted to discover that it

had produced a wonderful chemical reaction; my wife and I became even more attached to each other. Our marriage entered its second

honeymoon period. I cherished my wife even more, and she became even more tender towards me. We both fully felt

the happiness brought by the deepening of our relationship. My wife often chatted with friends online, sometimes without hiding it from me, but sometimes

she would "rudely" push me out the door. That's when I knew her online lover had arrived. It's impossible for a person to suppress

their curiosity and desire to pry into others' privacy. I had registered my wife's QQ account, and of course, I

knew . Later, when my wife wasn't around, I opened her QQ. That silly girl, she hadn't even changed her password,

and maybe she hadn't intended to. I found an account with significantly more chat history than the others, and upon entering,

I locked onto my target. We'll call this friend Tao.

Tao was gentle, articulate, and understanding; I got a preliminary

impression of him . The content of their chats was full of affection and sweet nothings, with both of them exchanging many cheesy love words, just like a real

couple. He's a year younger than my wife. She calls him Tao Tao, while he affectionately calls her by her nickname.

Judging from the tone of his voice when he talks to her, he seems much more mature, like a tolerant older brother indulging his mischievous younger sister. My wife

occasionally throws a little tantrum and makes some childish and unreasonable demands—things I'm familiar with, and they're just her

way of being unguarded. From these behaviors, I know my wife has found love again. They

haven't met in person yet, only video chatted. They both long to see each other, but my wife wants

my permission first. However, she's a little embarrassed to face me, so she's put it off. Recently, my wife has

been gathering the courage to bring it up with me, and Tao Tao keeps encouraging her. The next evening after dinner, my wife lingered

beside me, hesitant to say anything but unable to speak. I chuckled inwardly, knowing what she wanted to say. Seeing

her distressed expression, I decided to help her resolve her inner turmoil: "Honey, whatever you want to do, as long as you're

happy , your husband will support you and never regret it!"

My wife kissed me tenderly, "Thank you, brother! I know you love me the most, I'll always love you the most." Then

she turned and ran to the study. I knew she was going to tell Tao the good news. I'm five years older than my wife. She has a bit of a father complex; she usually

calls me "brother," but sometimes, when she's emotional, she likes to call me "dad." Anyway, I love whatever she calls me. The advantage of having

a mistress is that she can be used as a wife and raised like a daughter, haha.

I sat in the living room, watching TV for a while out of boredom, listening to my wife's intermittent typing and whispered

conversation. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore.

Just then, there was silence from my wife's side for a while, so I got up to go check on her. Reaching the study door, I

peeked through the ajar door and saw my wife lounging in her chair. Her pajamas were gone,

and there was no bra strap visible on her delicate shoulders peeking out from behind the chair. Then, I spotted her familiar bra on the armrest of the pajamas

. I felt a rush of blood to my head, my heart pounding,

a shock I'd never felt before. This was the first time I'd seen my wife exposed to another man.

Nothing I'd ever heard of before had ever felt this direct. Thankfully, I didn't see her panties on the pajamas;

she must still be wearing them, otherwise, I fear I wouldn't have been able to handle the stimulation.

I quickly returned to the sofa to calm myself. This was our first real "

friendship" as a couple, and the feeling was truly unparalleled. Calling it "friendship" wasn't entirely accurate. My wife and I had discussed it before,

but she was hesitant to involve me, fearing awkwardness. I didn't force her. Firstly, I also

enjoyed . Secondly, as mentioned above

, I sincerely hope my wife can relive the feeling of being in love. Currently, the thought of my beautiful wife being

possessed by is even more thrilling than my expectations for a romantic relationship between husband and wife. I also eagerly anticipate

my wife's description afterward, from her initial evasiveness to her final complete confession, as if the experience were reliving itself,

a wonderful sexual journey.

Not long after, my wife turned off the computer and came out, her face flushed with desire. I deliberately asked, "Why

did you come out ? Aren't you going to continue your love game?" "Brother, I missed you, I want to be with you." "You were ignited by someone else

, and now you want me to put out the fire." "I don't care, I want you." Then she roughly pushed me onto the bed.

Actually, ever since I discovered she had shown her naked body to netizens, I've been burning with lust. So, I went along with it and

pinned her down, quickly lifting her half-covering nightgown... "Brother, he wants to see me, what should I

do?" my wife breathed in my ear. "What's his name?" "Tao." "

What do you think?" I asked as I moved. "Well, I'll listen to you."

"Then you don't need to go."

"Ugh...you're so annoying!"

"Haha..."

"Do you want to sleep with him?"

"..."

"Tell me the truth!"

"Yes, I want to sleep with him, Tao, I miss you so much, Tao..."

"As long as he likes it, you can do whatever you want..."

"Honey, I didn't mean to hide it from you. I just wanted to tell you after it was all done. You won't blame me, will you

?"

I leaned against the headboard, picked up a cigarette, and my wife nestled in my arms, obediently lighting it for me.

"I told you, as long as you're happy, I won't blame you. Just follow your heart."

"But you're the one I love most. Why do I still get excited when I think of him? Am I a bad person?"

"Everyone subconsciously yearns for the opposite sex,

especially It's human nature. What we usually talk about—fidelity in relationships, monogamy, etc.

—falls into the realm of ethics, morality, and law. Morality and law are acquired, man-made norms, while nature is not

suppressed by them. Although it may be restrained in daily life, it will be released given the right opportunity. I'm not saying this to deny the feelings and responsibilities between

husband and wife . I believe you can distinguish between feelings and desire well and will definitely be able to handle

the relationship between the two."

"Brother, it's so good to have your understanding. I'll think about it carefully."

"I believe you!"

The day of the date between my wife and Tao arrived, and what happened next seemed to confirm the saying that good things often come with difficulties.

That weekend, an old friend we hadn't seen in a long time suddenly visited. We were naturally very happy and, during a break from entertaining

him, called Tao and arranged to meet again the next day. Unexpectedly, Tao also had something come up the next day,

so we had to postpone the date by a week. This week, my wife and Tao continued their daytime texting and evening

online chatting. Both were filled with anticipation for their upcoming meeting, and their passion was noticeably higher than before.

My wife had become even more sexy, alluring, and captivating, flaunting her charm in front of Tao and me. I deliberately

ignored her, allowing myself more room to imagine before she revealed her secret.

On Saturday afternoon, my wife emerged from her room, dressed in a short skirt that revealed her

long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings. Her slightly low-cut top subtly revealed her cleavage, and her black high heels accentuated her

graceful . Her hair was pulled back, and she exuded a delicate fragrance. She appeared both intellectual and elegant, yet

radiated the sensual charm of a mature woman.

My wife turned around coquettishly in front of me, making me stare, and I couldn't help but pull her into my arms, my hands

busy , thinking sourly, "That guy got lucky." After a while of being affectionate, I checked the time

and let her go. "Go on, have fun!" My wife looked at me apologetically, hesitant to speak, so I quickly comforted her, "

It's okay , don't think so much. Today, put everything aside and be a happy bride, that's the best thing."

She laughed and hit me lightly, "You're so annoying." "Hehe, enjoy this pleasant time. You

can manage . If you feel happy and want to spend more time with him, you don't have to come back tonight. Just give me a call." "

Okay, I know." "Go on."

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Watching my wife walk out of the room, I still felt strange, unlike before: this time, I was

the one who personally sent her into someone else's arms. From beginning to end, I was in control of everything. Now,

the moment of blossoming and falling has finally arrived. Tonight, my wife will fully display her charm on someone else's bed. Thinking about all this, a mix of

emotions welled up inside me.

Their date was at Tao's house. He's an only child and lives with his

parents, who are currently traveling, giving them some alone time. The meeting place was an elegant restaurant;

they planned to have dinner, then see a movie, and finally go back to Tao's house. The schedule had been planned in advance. After

meeting took a moment to text me, telling me they were together and it felt great.

For the rest of the day, I couldn't concentrate on anything, sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine, lost in thought. "

They , how was the atmosphere... The movie should be playing now, which theater?

Were they watching it together, did he put his hand inside her clothes, did my wife try to resist...

They should be at his house now, have they showered and are in bed by now..." Late into the night, my wife

texted , telling me she wasn't coming home and that she was very happy, and would give me a detailed report when she got home the next day. After reading

the text message, I felt incredibly aroused. The thought of my beautiful wife passionately embracing another man,

her body pressed together in a fiery embrace, made my blood boil. Unfortunately, the "firefighter" (my wife's boyfriend) was busy at someone else's house, so I could

only wait helplessly.

That night, I stayed up very late. When I woke up the next day, it was almost noon, and my wife still hadn't returned

. I got up, hastily made myself something to eat, and absentmindedly watched TV while waiting for her. It wasn't until almost 4 pm that she finally

walked through the door. I jumped up from the sofa to greet her. Her face was flushed, and she didn't dare look at me, burying her head in my

lap too embarrassed to lift it. I smelled her hair; although it had been cleaned, I could still feel

the lingering scent of passion from the previous night's revelry.

"Did you do it?" I asked, trying to make conversation

. "Yes." My wife's voice was like a fuse,

reigniting . I couldn't bear it any longer, so I swept her up and tossed her onto our bed, then

pounced on her like a hungry tiger. Even undressing was unbearable for me; I half-undressed, half-pulled, disarming her.

There was no foreplay…

Fortunately, my wife was also very excited, so my impulsiveness didn't cause her any pain. Perhaps influenced by what had just happened

, this time the quality of our lovemaking felt better than ever. We called each other by our pet names and

kissed incessantly. Holding my wife beneath me felt like holding a precious jewel.

We both indulged in our love, feeling we couldn't get enough of each other, wishing we could merge into one,

becoming an inseparable whole! My wife endured my thrusts in various positions on the bed,

wave after wave of orgasms washing over us. We were both drenched in sweat, and only stopped when we felt utterly exhausted.

During the intermission, my wife nestled in my arms and recounted the events of the previous night.

Yesterday, when they first met, they got along exceptionally well. There was no awkwardness whatsoever, because they were already very familiar with each other

online , even sharing intimate details. Therefore,

they chatted and laughed like true old friends.

My wife has a habit when we eat together: if she sits next to me, she likes to put her legs on mine. During

their meal, because the atmosphere was so pleasant, my wife naturally put her legs on his as well. As a result, he got his way.

Throughout the meal, Tao's hands never stopped. My wife's thighs are long and shapely, not only beautiful to look at, but also incredibly soft to

the touch . Even I usually find myself fondling them, let alone Tao, who was experiencing this for the first time. Later, my wife, unable to bear the harassment

, tried to remove her legs, but to no avail. Tao's hands followed her relentlessly, leaving her with no choice but

to give in.

My wife's previous relationships, including with me, were all with men older than her, who doted on her like a little girl.

Although , my wife, being naturally naive, was often treated like a younger sister in front of her sister,

rarely having room to express her innate maternal instincts, which left her with a slight sense of regret. This time, she met Tao, who was younger than her

, which fulfilled her wish. Tao sometimes cleverly catered to her desires, making a few playful requests, which my wife

mostly complied with.

The two of them had a pleasant meal and walked out of the restaurant arm in arm, as night was falling.

There was a movie theater not far from the restaurant, just a short walk away. Once outside, to avoid running into acquaintances and having trouble explaining themselves,

they walked separately. Tao arrived first and bought the tickets, and they went in one after the other just before the movie started. Tao had bought

a couple box. According to my wife, she had no idea what was going on, but it seemed to be some kind of blockbuster with a large scale.

For almost two hours, the two of them barely paid attention to the screen. After entering the box, they held hands and snuggled together tightly.

After the lights went out, Tao leaned down and kissed my wife deeply. The wife and Tao's tongues intertwined and clashed passionately.

The wife was so excited she was almost breathless, her hands helplessly kneading Tao's hair.

After a long kiss, the wife gasped for breath, like a fish out of water returning to water.

When she finally caught her breath, she realized that the straps of her blouse had been pulled down to her shoulders, and Tao's

hands were already busy through her bra. After a while, the wife felt a slight coolness on her chest,

and her breasts, now freed from their restraints, bounced joyfully in the darkness. Then, they were covered by a pair of slightly rough hands. The wife's

heart pounded. Sitting on Tao's lap, she gripped his clothes tightly to keep herself from

falling, passively enduring Tao's intrusion.

Finally, when Tao's hands withdrew from her chest, the wife breathed a sigh of relief, but her whole body suddenly tensed up.

Tao's hands moved to her legs, caressing them, then his head moved to her chest... and his hands unconsciously

caressed Tao's body. Tao pulled his wife's hand, guiding it to where he wanted her to caress her... Both

were breathing heavily, the thick, ambiguous atmosphere filling the small private room. His wife, limp and unable to

stay on Tao's lap any longer, slid down to the seat, leaning weakly against his chest, her breath

hot against his erect penis... She had never imagined she would be so reckless,

offering oral sex to a man she had just met in a public place. Although it was dark, the room

was full of people, making her feel as if she were exposed to the public, shamelessly engaging in this

wanton behavior, enduring the contempt and pointing fingers of the onlookers. This feeling filled her with shame, and her thoughts

became increasingly chaotic. Fortunately, a sliver of reason remained, and she forced herself to stop at Tao's reluctant expression.

Hearing this, my lust was aroused even more, becoming increasingly irresistible. The weapon that hadn't yet

fired its bullet became even hotter and harder in my wife's hands. Her earlier story had also strongly stimulated

her; seeing its eager expression, she obediently moved between my legs and bent down to deeply take it into

her mouth . I loved it when my wife served me like this. I had put in a lot of effort to help her master this skill. As her

tongue intertwined with mine, and my head jerked violently, the lust that had been building up for two days finally found its outlet…

After cleaning up, we embraced and leaned against the headboard, making love for a while. My wife continued to tell me about yesterday's

erotic experiences.

It felt like an eternity before the movie finally ended. After leaving the theater, neither of us wanted to

do anything else, and we rushed to Tao's house as quickly as possible. Upon entering, we kissed and moved to the sofa, embracing

and falling onto it, eagerly freeing ourselves and each other from our restraints. Soon, like

newborn babies, they laid bare their secrets before each other's burning gaze. Their overflowing passion had

prepared them for anything else; nothing else mattered. They eagerly merged into one, her

tender body gently enveloping him. The long wait had finally culminated in a perfect night. With Tao's

thrusts, sometimes gentle, sometimes fierce, her body quickly lost itself…

Her relationship with Tao was the most intense one she'd ever been with me. She later admitted that the wonderful feeling

was similar to our passionate courtship, and no other friend she'd met since could give her the same experience, which she

was somewhat dissatisfied with. She was a sentimental woman; she preferred casual,

platonic relationships, but never anything involving sex, even if they were very close. Therefore, her

online friends naturally became just friends.

Afterward, she and Tao maintained a long and intimate relationship, frequently meeting.

Their intimate moments were left in hotels, his home, and my home. During this time, Tao was completely unaware that I was in control of everything,

and I never intended to reveal my existence, because I initially wanted my wife to enjoy this feeling of love alone.

Later I felt that simply hearing my wife recount what happened afterward couldn't satisfy my increasingly strong curiosity; my

desire to see it for myself was very strong. So I told my wife my idea, hoping to see their lovemaking

video. After some difficult persuasion, based on my wife's love for me, although she was reluctant, she finally

agreed shyly.

Another evening, watching my wife dress up beautifully, take out the video camera and put it in her bag, her face flushed

as she walked out of the house, I felt an excitement that was about to explode. I sat at home restlessly, waiting. It

was already very late, but I still couldn't sleep at all. My mind kept replaying what my wife was doing,

and one alluring scene after another flashed before my eyes like a movie. I couldn't wait any longer; I had to do something.

I picked up the phone, not caring about disturbing them. It took a while for the call to connect before I heard my wife's slightly sullen voice. I knew that

voice all too well; it was the only sound she made during some kind of vigorous activity. Judging from the sound, they weren't finished yet.

"Why are you disturbing my sleep..." my wife said coquettishly, implying everything was okay. To avoid

any unnecessary trouble, I reluctantly hung up. My burning desire had nowhere to go, so it seemed I'd have to

take care of it . Looking at my erect penis, I helplessly reached down...

Because I'd gone to bed so late last night, I'd basically slept all morning. I

wasn't . She pinched my nose, waking me up. Seeing her standing radiantly by the bed, I didn't say a word...

He immediately carried her to bed, quickly stripped her naked, and used his hands and mouth for a while before remembering his real purpose.

He jumped out of bed, took out the DV camera, and watched as his wife recounted what happened last night. They had made love a total of 5 times,

4 times last night, and once more when they woke up this morning. When I called, they were only halfway through their second time. My

wife was kneeling on the bed answering the phone. Tao was so scared he didn't dare move and almost went limp. He only calmed down after realizing he was

okay and slowly moved his hips behind my wife, gradually increasing the speed. But to avoid making any impact

noise, he didn't go all the way in each time. Even so, my wife felt incredibly intensely and tried her best not to

make a sound. She was struggling to stay still. Perhaps because she was talking to me, the pleasure was especially

intense. As soon as she hung up the phone, she immediately let out a loud moan...

The DV camera recorded their first time making love last night, which lasted for over an hour. My wife told me that

she was very engaged last night to give me the best visual experience. You could see from the footage that they had plenty of foreplay, such as kissing and

caressing . Afterward, they used various positions for lovemaking, both gentle and wild, with close-up

shots showing that they were both enjoying themselves immensely. My wife's moans were especially alluring. Although my wife had told me many stories before,

actually seeing her with someone else was still an unparalleled visual

shock was in a state of intense excitement, my eyes glued to her body

, caressing her tenderly. She, in turn, lovingly caressed me, occasionally sticking out her little tongue to tease me.

Finally, I couldn't resist any longer and pinned this little vixen down, placing the DV camera in front of us. The desire I had suppressed all

night finally found an outlet. My wife's moans, both on and off camera,

echoed freely in our bedroom…

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