【Rainbow of Adultery】

[Adultery] Rainbow

I've always wanted to record all of this in writing, but I've delayed it for so long because I wanted to wait until I had a whole block of

time to calmly organize my thoughts and write them down. But I'm truly afraid that by

then, many of the details that once moved us will fade and be forgotten with the passage of time. From the very beginning of this game,

even from the initial stirrings of emotion, I had this idea, but

it

wasn't until today that I put it into action. I don't know if I'll have enough time and energy to complete it, and the speed at which things happened and developed far exceeds the speed at which I can record them. Nevertheless, it began. Like this game, although we weren't fully

prepared , everything still started. Perhaps a person will never be

100% prepared for anything in their entire life. Despite the various setbacks along the way, everything was ultimately natural and pleasant.

I don't know when or why, but this feeling arose unconsciously. I

was one of the earliest readers of Brother Zuofei's articles, and I've also corresponded with seniors like Little Big Man. But from words and fantasies to

actually putting it into action, these motivations alone are probably far from enough. Just like how many guys enjoy this kind of erotic

fiction , very few actually act on it after turning off the screen. So, this

isn't the real reason we've come this far. Although I don't believe in fate, if I had to pinpoint a reason, perhaps it's

due to our personalities, or maybe it was predetermined in a past life.

My wife and I dated for many years, but regarding sex, we didn't have our first real encounter until more than two years ago, when we were about to graduate with our master's degree . It wasn't that I didn't want to, or that she disagreed. It's just that she's not the kind of avant-garde (or promiscuous) woman that

people imagine . She's shy, reserved, even a bit conservative. And I didn't want to hurt or force her. Soon after, we had our own lives and careers. Most importantly, we had our own home, or rather, a "nest," although it wasn't stable, and even a bit shabby, but it belonged to the two of us, and that was enough! It even made us genuinely happy and excited for a while. But what happened later wasn't because that happiness and excitement faded. On the contrary, spending every day together made us both feel very happy and secure. Like all couples who have just started living together, we had our share of arguments, but this didn't weaken our love in the slightest. Instead, it grew stronger and deeper, and we became more intertwined. Every time she smiled through her tears, it was a moment when we were most hopeful about life and the future. 　　More than half a year after graduation, we got married. Although we were still living a nomadic life, and my wife sometimes complained and worried , I always managed to ease her worries and make her believe that I would bring her happiness. While I felt guilty, I was also very gratified. Although my wife would sometimes forget that she was a married woman, I didn't blame her. And I didn't blame her. Because we still maintained the passion of our first love, our hearts already belonged to each other, and marriage hadn't destroyed our passion; it was just a formality. Our first time together has now become an anniversary that we celebrate solemnly every year. Unsurprisingly, I was her first man. Although I had expected this and had no virginity complex, I was still very moved. With our own little world, we were like fish in water, and passionate sex was the best way to relieve fatigue and stress. Although the physical mystery faded with time and experience , I still believe that the psychological mystery and passion are a woman's most alluring qualities. Therefore, my wife and I remained attracted to each other. 　　Regarding the game itself, I had long harbored this interest and idea, until about two weeks before the wedding, a few days before deciding to go back to my hometown for the ceremony, I suddenly had a strong urge to immediately realize my long-held fantasies and expectations . Because I was new and inexperienced, and time was limited, one day a single male college student . After a brief introduction and seeing his photo, I thought he was alright, so we arranged a time and place to meet after I returned home. I also discussed it with my wife afterwards. Because we had fantasized and discussed it countless times—during lovemaking , when drunk, in passion, and when sober—she agreed to meet him almost without hesitation after seeing his photo. The appearance of this single man and my wife's approval were exactly what I wanted, but as it turned out, the word "fate" is sometimes very weak. My wife's quick agreement didn't make everything as simple and smooth as I had imagined. If the preparation of the three of us was insufficient that time, I think it was ultimately because my wife and the single man's lack of preparation and experience was so severe that I didn't even have a chance to realize that I was also rushed into it. But ultimately, all of this stemmed from my overly naive and simplistic thinking. I don't want to complain or shirk responsibility, just feel regret. But it was also a necessary experience. Although there were some regrets, even failures, it was an indispensable . Although we stumbled a bit, thankfully we still managed to jump over it successfully! On the plane home, I intentionally sandwiched my wife between me and another man, but at that time, my wife had no experience whatsoever, even a bit numb in this area. Most of the time, we sat peacefully, but at times I intentionally or unintentionally pushed my wife towards the other man, and I saw their arms touching on the armrests. My wife instinctively pulled away, and the man seemed to sense it too, but no matter what, he couldn't see into our hearts (perhaps only my own at that moment ). But without exaggeration, just that alone was enough to make me feel quite "shocked" (please don't laugh). Afterwards, my wife and the man fell asleep one after the other, and I could only grope my sleeping wife, looking at the man beside me with his eyes slightly open, secretly hoping that he wasn't asleep, but just pretending to be asleep and peeking. At this moment, I revisited those familiar fantasies in my mind that were almost real. We drove in silence until 　　we got home and settled in. After the family and friends had finished their welcome dinner, my wife and I lay in bed together. Thinking about our appointment the next day, all my fatigue had vanished. But when I casually mentioned it to my wife, she, who had agreed and even looked forward to it just two days ago, suddenly became very reserved and somewhat evasive. This disappointed and upset me, as I had taken everything for granted. But then I thought, maybe she was just tired from the journey, and it's not hard to understand a woman's natural shyness and bashfulness. I was indeed exhausted. My earlier enthusiasm had been extinguished by my wife's lukewarm avoidance, so I didn't say anything and we fell asleep in each other's arms. 　　The next morning, I woke up early, feeling incredibly excited at the thought of my long-held wish finally coming true. My arms around my wife began to wander. She was sleeping soundly; because I had gone to bed late the night before, I didn't want her to be asleep in the dark.

I was meeting her with dark circles under my eyes, so I suppressed my excitement, but I just couldn't fall asleep.

Time seemed to crawl, slower than ever before. We agreed to meet at 8, and after tossing and turning, I finally managed to get to almost 7, but my wife

still hadn't moved. Frustrated, I gently woke her again, telling her softly that we'd be late if she didn't get up soon.

She turned over, her eyes still sleepy, her innocent and confused expression giving me a bad feeling. Clearly,

after last night, I knew she wasn't just pretending. What happened next turned my excitement

into frustration. My wife thought I was just joking—like many of her previous, convincing "jokes

." I realized that what I needed to do now was more than just tell her this time it wasn't a joke.

Things weren't as simple and smooth as I'd imagined; unfortunately, they were certainly as complicated and difficult as I'd

sensed .

Perhaps I hadn't communicated enough with my wife beforehand, hadn't done my homework. But this was clearly not the time to assign blame

. With less than an hour until the agreed-upon time, after much persuasion, and with only a dozen

minutes , just as I was about to give up in frustration and even secretly begin to reflect on my failure, my wife reluctantly

agreed to just go see her. This excited me, made me happy, and gave me a huge sigh of relief. Although the excitement and exhilaration

had been severely diminished, it was enough to reignite my expectations and fantasies. With only a dozen minutes left,

the ease and relief lasted only a few seconds before I immediately threw myself into work. I helped my wife pack her things; tissues,

condoms, and other everyday items were secretly stuffed into her small bag along with her personal belongings. Although I knew the likelihood of using

these was inversely proportional to the difficulty, just thinking about it was enough to excite me. My wife was very nervous on the way there,

and even wavered several times, but having come this far, I wasn't going to let her back down. Now that we had taken

the first step out of the house, I was confident I could persuade her to take the second, the third, and all the way to our destination. Although my wife's

reaction dampened my long-held excitement and even made me a little frustrated, it was

too late to care about my own feelings now. Unless utter failure and despair, I wouldn't show a trace of frustration or unhappiness in front of my wife.

Unfortunately , my nightmare had only just begun. The single man's urging text arrived at an inopportune moment: "I'm

here, where are you?" There were still nearly ten minutes until the agreed-upon time. While trying to comfort and encourage my wife,

I briefly replied, "We'll be there soon. There was a slight mishap. If we're late, it won't be more than ten minutes.

Sorry." Perhaps moved by my predicament, my wife stopped wavering and just

walked silently. I mustered all my enthusiasm and energy, trying to make my wife relax and happy, although with little effect.

However, she didn't express any further refusal. Less than two minutes later, the single man's text came again: "Why

aren't here yet? I've been waiting for so long!" I felt like an otter entangled in seaweed, just surfacing for air,

only to be slammed back down! I glanced at the time, somewhat annoyed; there were still

a few minutes . I had already made it very clear in the previous text message that I might be a few minutes late and asked for his understanding. Besides,

it wasn't even the agreed time yet, and even if he had been waiting "for a long time," was it my fault? I had

tried my best to minimize the possibility of my wife and I being late, and I had explained this to him in advance and asked for his understanding. Wasn't that

enough? I was really annoyed and wanted to explode. But thinking about my long-held wish,

my efforts this morning, and my wife's current predicament and hard work, I couldn't bear to give up. I forced myself to calm down,

clinging to the last glimmer of hope, hoping, even praying, that it was all just an unintentional misunderstanding, and replied in as calm a tone as possible

: "Almost there, no more than 10 minutes!" But at that moment, I felt like I had swallowed a fly!

However, when we were less than a hundred meters from the meeting place, my phone beeped again, reminding

me that the nightmare wasn't over. "Are you serious? Do you even have any sincerity?" Although we were

so close , although my long-held expectation was right before my eyes, this was no longer enough to suppress my displeasure.

I was incredibly curious about what kind of person this xx (I really have no words to describe it) would be like, but this curiosity

wouldn't make me take another step forward! I mischievously replied with a text message in a tone like a classmate:

"Hey xxx, we've been watching you for ages, you're really patient, hehe." It was sent at 8:02

, which made me feel no guilt whatsoever. Suddenly, I felt incredibly relieved. I resolutely grabbed my wife's hand

and turned to walk back. My wife thought I was angry and kept explaining, telling me about her struggles and difficulties as a woman,

hoping I would understand. Even all her previous "difficulties" and "struggles" had vanished, and she "happily" offered to come with

me. Although I knew she was forcing a smile to cheer me up, I was still very touched! I listened silently, pulling her along

quickly , then suddenly stopped, hugged my wife, gave her a deep kiss, and said, "I love you! You

're the best!"

Yes, what had she done wrong? Although she imposed many difficulties and hardships on me that morning, I think

it was what I deserved, and for a woman, her reaction was perfectly normal. After all, she is

my wife who deeply loves me, not a street prostitute. A little embarrassment, a little shyness, a little nervousness, and a little fear are perfectly

normal . Moreover, through her efforts and restraint, she only revealed a small part of herself to me. Of course,

at that moment, my wife also revealed a little excitement to me later, and a small expectation after telling herself, 'Since

it cannot avoided or resisted, it's better to leave it to fate'... This also made me more expectant

and hopeful for the future. If there was any mistake this time, it was all my fault! The only fault lies in my insufficient preparation beforehand

. As a director, how can I blame the actors for not being in character if the script wasn't even perfect? And the worst part was that

the second male lead was a farmer hastily dragged from the outskirts of Hengdian. But the "farmer" wasn't wrong either! They

were just trying to have some fun in the trendy ways of city life after a day's work. It's just that my tight schedule

left no time to notice the haphazardly tied rope around his sharp suit waist. I also failed to consider that what I considered

the bare minimum of patience and basic manners had been completely worn down during their long wait for payment and fertilizer

. The village chief and the grain dealer's lies and excuses had made them unwilling to trust anyone easily, living in

constant .

Well, even the harshest words are insignificant compared to the damage and harm they caused me, so

there's no need to hold a grudge against anyone. Looking back, though, I realize how incredibly naive I was! Even...

It's a bit ridiculous! I imagined everything to be so simple, so pure. From fantasy to realization, ideal and reality

were so close, yet so far, that morning. I wanted to embrace my dream wholeheartedly that morning

, but just before I could touch it, I felt like I was bound by a rubber band stretched to its limit—and

the worst part was I hadn't even noticed before. This meant that my "dream" and I could only get so

close . And this discovery was the only gain that morning! It was also the biggest gain in years!

I was thankful that I hadn't hurt the pride of the Hengdian farmers, nor had I carelessly wasted precious film. The director was a bit

disheveled, even embarrassed, but he was growing! (Time: April 28, 2006, Friday) The

first failure was incredibly frustrating, but soon my inner restlessness stirred again. And my wife

didn't seem to be affected by that unpleasant experience. At least on the surface, that's how it seemed, and I'd rather believe

it. After more than a month of calm and buildup, the resentment in my heart finally made me want to take action again.

Of course, the biggest motivation was still that primal, long-standing yearning. The opportunity came quickly.

One evening when my wife was away on a business trip, I was chatting online after work when a local single man contacted me in a very direct way.

Although it was somewhat presumptuous and impolite, I still started talking to him. Because he came at the perfect time.

Having learned from my first experience and after more than a month of reflection and summarization, I

was much more rational while still feeling excited. In less than an hour of conversation, we introduced ourselves, declined his

request to see our photos, roughly planned the game, and agreed to meet the next day to discuss the details and make

preparations ... To be honest, this person was far from what I had expected, and didn't even understand the basic rules and

fun of the game. He probably only had eyes for women, a purely female one. That's why he added me.

We chatted on QQ for an hour until he learned that my wife was away on a business trip, at which point he stopped sending video requests.

After that, besides asking for photos, the most frequent questions he asked were whether my wife was pretty, had a hot body, a

strong , and was very wet... I was too lazy to answer him, so I just pretended not to see them, or gave

him half-hearted hums and haws. Whatever, in my long-planned first game, all I needed was a man—a

man who was at least decent-looking and lustful enough. Later, when we met, I found him to be decent-looking, albeit a bit underwhelming.

And regarding his lustfulness, I've never questioned him to this day. Even though his lust lacked substance,

perhaps that 's all I needed, so I didn't want to ask for more.

Actually, it's not that there weren't suitable, compatible single men. It's just that for various reasons, it couldn't happen.

My wife and I are both busy with work and rarely have time to communicate online. In addition, I was eager for her to take the first step,

so like last time, I hastily found someone. Fortunately, it turned out that although this man

couldn't simply be described as "unsuitable," I had learned from my previous experience and planned very

carefully this time, so I didn't fail again. On the contrary, it was quite successful, basically achieving the desired

effect .

The next day, I went to the appointment on time. Fortunately, he was already waiting there. We had a brief meeting, confirmed each other's identities,

and didn't even need the small talk I had prepared beforehand. It was my first time meeting someone on this topic, so I was inevitably a little

nervous and uncomfortable, but he was surprisingly calm, as indifferent as a glass of cold water, even somewhat rude. I secretly

convinced myself that his enthusiasm wasn't important to me. Then we randomly found a nearby fast food restaurant, sat down, ordered

two drinks, and began our "conversation." However, this so-called "conversation" seemed to involve no thoughts or suggestions from him. Reluctantly, I

broke the silence and explained my thoughts and plan in detail again. Basically, I described what the two of us

men should do, and he only needed to answer whether it was okay or not. Since he could generally accept what I said,

his later responses were simply nodding. In this situation, the "communication" was very simple, lasting

about twenty minutes. I arranged to take my wife to the movies after she returned, and he planned to lie in wait in the theater,

pretending to be a pervert and make his move…

During this time, apart from occasional nods, his only question was to confirm with me

whether . Then he repeated the questions he hadn't received answers to on QQ the day before. Although

it was somewhat ridiculous, I patiently addressed his first concern, and for the rest, I either

ignored him or simply nodded like him. Normally, such "impolite" behavior

would make me feel guilty and uneasy, but this time I felt a small sense of vengeful pleasure :). This plan was

a decision I made after learning from past experiences, pondering deeply for over a month, and weighing the pros and cons. This approach

minimizes the requirements for single men and is more easily accepted by wives. Without the previous anxiety and hesitation,

everything happens so "naturally," requiring no communication, no small talk, no shared interests or hobbies, and

not even any face-to-face interaction. And all I, as the husband, need to do is persuade my wife not to refuse or resist. It couldn't be

simpler , couldn't be better.

(There's a common misconception about the first time. Many couples believe that the first time must be slow and deliberate,

whether it's a threesome or swapping, and that everyone should sit together, drink coffee, and have a long, intimate conversation to

create a certain "atmosphere." Yes, atmosphere is important, and the process is certainly the most beautiful and

memorable part, a point I wholeheartedly agree with and enjoy. However, the first time is best skipped; don't

try it. It's like rinsing tea before brewing it. Otherwise, the difficulties and bitterness might far exceed your expectations.

The "atmosphere" carefully created by the two men before the first time might only appeal to the men,

or just the husband. For the woman, there's no enjoyment whatsoever; she might only feel

humiliated and embarrassed. Because compared to the explicit sexual act, the atmosphere before the first time and the awkwardness of facing

a stranger are what deter women more. Objectively speaking, aside from the single man

factor, the biggest problem in the last failure stemmed from this.)

q chose a suitable cinema, and he generously bought 3 Zhang's movie ticket, for the

evening showing the following day, cost 150 yuan. Out of basic courtesy, I gave him 100 yuan. After a brief hesitation, he

casually put the money in his pocket. At that moment, he gave me his one and only smile. As for why...

I didn't insist on giving him money because I didn't want to take advantage of him in any way, or rather, I didn't want him

to exchange anything with me. That would be a desecration of my wife! The reason I didn't give him the full 150 yuan was

because I didn't think this person was worth even a tiny bit more from me! Not even 50 yuan.

Before leaving, at his repeated insistence, I randomly pointed to a woman in the crowd whose figure was similar to my wife's,

to give him a reference. Filled with anticipation and excitement, I finally finished my day's work.

But unfortunately, my wife told me on the phone that her period had started at an inopportune time. I was a little disheartened, but then I thought

it was alright. After all, it's not like we'd actually do it in the movie theater. Besides, this was the first time, and I didn't dare hope for any

breakthrough . While feeling a little disheartened, I told the man this "bad news." Although he only

expressed slight regret, his disappointment was still evident. My wife came back, and I greeted her warmly as usual, and tried to calmly tell her that I had bought movie tickets

for the next day .

She was quite surprised, after all, the last time they went to the movies together was back in college. So she was very happy.

That evening, during our intimate moment, I casually asked what she would do if a pervert tried to grope me in the theater the next day. My wife deliberately

provoked me, saying, "Then let her touch you, haven't you always wanted to?" I knew she said that

because she thought I was joking, but I still couldn't help but feel incredibly excited.

I couldn't sleep all night, drifting in and out of sleep until dawn. My wife and I washed up, ate breakfast, and prepared to go out. My

excitement wouldn't subside, and it grew increasingly restless as the time approached. As usual, my wife dressed herself quite stylishly: a low-cut tank top and a denim skirt so short it barely covered her buttocks. Because of her physical limitations, she couldn't go braless today. But this outfit was enough to make my imagination run wild and fill me with excitement. She seemed very excited on the way to the theater. While buying snacks at the supermarket, she ran back and forth like a child. Looking at her innocent face, I felt a little guilty about my "wicked" plan. But the thought of what was about to happen immediately overwhelmed me with excitement and anticipation . 　　Entering the theater, it was still early before the movie started, and the bright lights seemed out of place, even a little glaring . I could see the man sitting in the back row. As we had agreed beforehand, he was engrossed in reading a newspaper . My wife was enthusiastically looking for her seat according to the movie ticket. Although I already knew where the seats were, I still pretended to help her. Unsurprisingly, we found our seats next to the man. The man approached the aisle and, seeing us about to enter, politely bowed slightly. My wife instinctively moved towards a seat closer to the back, and I immediately reached out and pulled her to sit next to the man, sandwiching her between us. Because of the joke we made during our intimacy last night, after sitting down, my wife and I exchanged a mischievous glance and a knowing smile. She clearly knew what I was up to. 　　My wife and I chatted and joked, oblivious to everyone else, enduring those long few minutes. The man turned slightly to face us, still "focused" on his newspaper, occasionally glancing up at us. In the brief moment , he gave me a strange smile—a greeting, I suppose. It was clear he was quite pleased with my wife. As expected, the early morning movie theater was nearly empty. But this small number was beyond my expectations. Until the lights went out, only a dozen or so people were scattered throughout the theater . I'm sure this man was quite pleased too. 　　Although I kept joking with my wife, the thought of everything about to begin filled me with excitement and anticipation. Even my arm around her was trembling slightly. Just before my heart jumped out of my chest, the lights finally went out. It happened to be a Disney cartoon, my wife's type. From the moment the movie started, she stopped talking to me, mechanically eating the snacks I offered, her eyes glued to the screen. I leaned back slightly, signaling to that everything was okay and we should proceed with the plan. 　　After receiving my signal, the man slowly moved closer to my wife. I knew he was about to make his move , and my heart, which had just calmed down a little, started pounding again. The light was dim, and the newspaper on the man's leg covered his hand, preventing me from seeing his movements. I could only judge his progress by my wife's reaction. Reluctantly, I simply held my wife and observed. She was currently engrossed in the film, looking very focused, occasionally laughing happily. After a few agonizing minutes of anxious waiting, suddenly, my wife trembled and leaned nervously towards me. She whispered in my ear, "That man's hand is touching my leg." My heart started racing. Although it was expected, I still feigned surprise and said to my wife, "Oh, there really is a pervert. What a rare opportunity! Didn't we already agree? What's wrong with a little touching? Isn't this what we've always wanted?" With that, I pushed her back to her original position. My wife looked at me and gave a mischievous smile. I sensed she had recovered from her initial awkwardness and fear. From her knowing, mischievous grin and slightly prankish expression, I anticipated she would cooperate with the man's actions to provoke me. Sure enough, I saw my wife move her leg closer to the man. 　　Not wanting her to be distracted by constantly reporting to me and preventing her from experiencing and enjoying herself, I leaned over and said, "Put your hand on my leg. However the man's hand moves, your hand moves too, and I'll know what's going on. If it's uncomfortable or you're even a little unhappy, we'll switch places immediately." Although I was looking forward to it, I really didn't want my wife to feel any pressure or reluctance. Since I couldn't see what was happening, I simply stopped looking and just listened to my wife's signals. The man probably thought my wife was unhappy, so he remained . After a while, I couldn't help but feel anxious and then a little disappointed, when suddenly I felt my wife's fingers lightly touching my leg, almost touching it. I immediately became excited again, imagining what was happening on their side. My heart pounded as fast as it had been during my first intimacy with my wife, even faster. My wife's fingers began to gently slide along my leg, a little itchy through my pants. But I knew very well that she was wearing a short skirt, and my fingers were caressing her smooth skin. 　　After a while, my wife's hand was completely on my leg. Although her entire hand was in contact, the pressure was very light, I couldn't feel any pressure at all. After a moment's pause, she began to gently stroke me. The pressure gradually increased, and the location gradually moved closer to the inner thigh. Because of her period, my wife was a little nervous, and her legs unconsciously tightened a little. She looked at me with a look of fear. I smiled and comforted and encouraged her. Because of her period...

I had spoken with the man beforehand, so I wasn't worried about him doing anything inappropriate. After an initial test, perhaps

encouraged by my wife's tacit approval, the man bent down and began kissing her bare legs gently, but with an

undisguised eagerness. My wife felt uncomfortable and tried to push him away, but I pressed her firmly against the back of the chair. The light was dim;

I could only vaguely see the man on my wife's legs and hear the sucking sounds from his mouth. Even so, I

felt a strong shock. The man licked my wife's thighs with his tongue, while his hands reached under her skirt and caressed

her buttocks from behind. The skirt was too short, and now it had been lifted up and pulled up to her waist. Her panties were also

pulled between her buttocks, like a thong. At this moment, she was almost sitting naked on the seat.

While licking her thighs, the man grabbed my wife's plump buttocks and kneaded them hard. My wife couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm,"

arching her body, biting her lower lip, and moaning softly. I didn't know if it was from pain or pleasure, or perhaps both. My wife

placed her right hand on the man's shoulder, trying to push him away. He was unmoved, only aroused by her

stronger desire. He roughly rubbed and slapped her buttocks. The sounds of "slap-slap" and

moans were close at hand, each one audible. At this moment, my wife's left hand gripped me tightly; the feeling, the strength, was all too familiar.

The first time I entered her body, she gripped me just like this.

I couldn't help but reach out and stroke my wife's legs. They were wet, covered in the man's saliva. This once

smooth skin, which belonged only to me, was now defiled by a stranger's saliva. But this was only the beginning…

The man knew he couldn't make any progress with my wife's lower body today, so

after , he returned to his seat. But the actions didn't stop. After a successful initial probe,

he naturally reached out and pulled my wife into his arms. I gently pushed her towards the man, and she leaned against

his shoulder. Their heads were close together. The man turned to his wife, trying to kiss her lips,

but she was clearly not ready and pulled away. His kisses landed on her cheeks, then

her neck, her chest, and finally he took her earlobe into his mouth and sucked hard. The slurping sounds of saliva

accompanied , very real and powerful!

The man held his wife with one arm, and with the other, he unzipped his pants, revealing his penis, and then took his wife

's hand and placed it on it. His wife instinctively tried to pull away, but the man held her down, placing her hand back on his penis and stroking it.

A look of immense satisfaction and enjoyment appeared on the man's face, but whenever he removed his hand, his wife would stop stroking it,

which frustrated him. After stroking his wife's hand for a while, the man freed his hand and slowly reached inside her

clothes. Because they had discussed it beforehand, he wasn't too surprised that she was going commando

. He immediately began to knead her breasts wantonly.

Through her clothes, I saw the man's hand violently writhing on my wife's breasts. I trembled with excitement and

couldn't resist moving closer, reaching in to grasp her other breast. I desperately wanted to see

how this stranger was playing with my wife's firm, fleshy breasts, so I seized the opportunity to reach out and press the man's hand down, letting

him caress and knead my wife's breasts, experiencing firsthand

how . The stranger's fingers sank deep into my wife's breasts with a force I had never used before,

almost barbaric! I sighed, gently stroking the part of my wife's breast that was squeezed out between the man's fingers. My wife

bit , her expression contorted, enduring the man's rough handling, emitting low moans that were almost cries of agony.

My wife would occasionally glance at me, her face no longer showing the mischievous smile and playfulness of the beginning, but instead filled with

despair and pity. This both pained me and aroused me intensely. Fortunately, the man maintained a good sense of proportion,

and my wife could tolerate the slight pain. From her moans, I could hear a hint of masochistic pleasure and enjoyment.

The man stopped sucking and instead extended his tongue, slowly licking from my wife's cheeks to her neck, then back

up to ears, forehead, eyes, nose, lips... At this point, although my wife still refused to kiss him or cooperate with

him, she no longer resisted. She tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and bit her lower lip tightly, letting the man

coat every inch of her skin with his saliva like paint. The man also intentionally lifted my wife's shirt, looking at me with a lewd grin, and under my

gaze, he grabbed my wife's breasts and roughly played with and kneaded them. (This scene truly made my blood boil.

I trembled with excitement! I couldn't help but join in, sharing my wife's body with the man. I felt

the saliva and taste left on her skin. This made me acutely aware of the fact that my wife was being played with and possessed. Just

moments ago was all mine, but now she was being possessed by another man. Although the long-awaited pleasure was mixed

with a touch of bitterness, it was mostly intense stimulation and excitement!

Despite the excitement, being in such an open place, and with my wife feeling unwell today, I didn't

...) Perhaps we could go further. But the film was nearing its end, and I knew the passion was about to fade; I only regretted that time had passed so quickly.

With trembling hands, I hastily lifted my wife's tank top, pulling it under her armpits,

exposing her firm, fleshy breasts to the dim light. The man's hands were still kneading them, but no longer with such

force ; instead, they gently rubbed and played with them, occasionally flicking her engorged nipples, sometimes

pinching or squeezing them with his fingers. My wife was thus almost completely naked, being played with by the two of us men simultaneously. Her white, fleshy skin... Her skin

was very conspicuous in the darkness, but luckily we were in the last row, and the nearest person was at

least ten . My wife's almost completely naked body severely stimulated my vision, and even more so the man's nerves. He

suddenly bent down and took one of my wife's breasts into his mouth, sucking and biting it rapidly. My wife couldn't help but

groan loudly, her body arching exaggeratedly, causing her breasts to thrust even more towards the man's face. I also bent down and took her other

breast into my mouth, sucking and biting it in the same way. But more than anything, I was observing, admiring what had just belonged to only...

My beloved wife was being fondled by a strange man, moaning softly, as I watched her breasts, which I had always treasured

, being fondled, sucked, and kneaded until they were deformed. I reveled in this unprecedented visual spectacle, savoring the anticipated

thrill and pleasure. During the process, I took out my phone to take pictures to commemorate this historic breakthrough. Unfortunately,

the lighting was too dim, and the photos were blurry. Although the few photos were blurry, they were enough to

remind me of the scene and my feelings. Even now, when I occasionally look at them, they still make my blood boil and leave me deeply shocked!

Her moans reached an unprecedented high, her body twisting and her breasts thrusting even more forward, welcoming us.

Encouraged by his wife's cooperation, the man worked even harder, opening his mouth wide to take as much of her breast as possible

into his mouth, greedily sucking rapidly. I watched as his wife's breasts were swallowed and released, trembling

violently ; the scene was truly… I felt breathless, my Adam's apple reflexively making swallowing motions,

but my mouth was completely dry. I stopped, watching intently, my eyes glued to the screen, afraid of missing

any heart-pounding movement or the slightest exciting detail. The other breast, now free, was immediately

taken over by the man's hand. He pinched the nipple between two fingers, gently shaking and rubbing it,

then Both of my wife's breasts trembled violently under his manipulation, stimulating my sensitive nerves. I

reached out and grabbed the breast the man was sucking on, making the nipple protrude even more, like feeding a baby, and put it in

his mouth. He sucked and swallowed with great enjoyment, the rhythm varying from fast to slow, occasionally flicking his tongue

at her hard nipples. I, too, grasped my wife's breasts and shook them up and down, letting her nipples

dance . Suddenly, I noticed that my wife's hand, which had been gripping the man's penis, had begun to stroke it.

She was clearly fully engaged. I was nearly dizzy from the scene before me, and finally, just before my heart was about to

break , the film's end credits rolled. My wife was a little restless and uneasy, afraid the lights would suddenly come on. I

was also worried, but I couldn't bear to see it end. The man clearly realized it was coming to an end, so he began to play with her even more

greedily , pulling my wife's body completely into his arms, sucking and kneading

her breasts as roughly as he had at the beginning. My greed and reluctance were even greater. I stared wide-eyed,

my burning desire driving me to instinctively push my wife towards the man, letting her breasts enter his

mouth even more. My wife's skin, glistening with saliva, writhed, her brow furrowed, her expression contorted,

her exaggerated moans—all of this stirred my emotions and made my blood boil!

The screen displayed "Thank you, Sony," and the lights were about to come on. My wife broke free from the man and began

to straighten her clothes. Calming down and realizing her state, she was astonished,

glancing . Clearly, it was only then that she realized she was being played with by us while nearly naked. The lights

came on, and I saw my wife's cheeks flushed, the lingering saliva on her neck and cheeks glistening. We got up

and left , while the man lifted my wife's skirt from behind, lightly slapping her buttocks twice,

a look of utter satisfaction on his face. This detail remains vivid in my memory, as if it happened yesterday.

In the theater lobby, as we passed the restroom, my wife went in to freshen up. I whispered in her ear, "Was it good?"

and then smiled wickedly at her. The slight blush that had just faded from her cheeks immediately returned. She responded with

a smile, an expression I'd never seen before—a hint of shyness, a touch of bashfulness, indescribable yet

vividly real in my memory. After my wife went inside, the man rushed to my side. I asked him, "

Satisfied? Enjoyed it?" In my presence, he reverted to his usual numbness and indifference, simply nodding expressionlessly

. But clearly unsatisfied, he asked if we could go out and get a room now, looking at me with unprecedented

longing Rejecting someone you don't click with is incredibly easy. So I adopted his

coldness and hastily sent him away. When my wife came out, I greeted her with a smile and pulled her into my arms. All the way, she

kept exclaiming that such lecherous men really exist in reality, that they're all around us. Ah, this is my naive

wife. Even if there really are lecherous men, who would be so bold? I feel my wife is adorably naive.

On the way , I kept replaying the scene in my mind, occasionally teasing her. After a long while, she suddenly looked at me, as if waking from a dream, and said, "

You found this man, didn't you?" I couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter. She actually got a little angry. She ignored me,

saying I was fooling her and taking advantage of her naivety. I patiently said to her, "Isn't this good? I went to great lengths

to arrange everything for you, isn't it all very natural? You're relaxed and enjoying it. Isn't this what we've always wanted

?" She thought about it and then smiled through her tears.

Back home, my wife immediately went to take a shower, but I forcefully pushed her down onto the bed, stripped her clothes off, and kissed her

entire body . The strong smell of the strange man's saliva on her breasts constantly reminded me

of the undeniable fact that my wife's body had been taken by someone else. Scenes from the movie theater kept replaying in my mind, stimulating my fragile nerves.

If she weren't physically unable to move, I would definitely have gone all out right then and there.

Like that man, I greedily licked every inch of my wife's skin, savoring the experience and yearning for it…

(Date: June 11, 2006, Sunday) Postscript: Regarding this single man, he contacted

me countless times afterward, but each time he only repeated the same question: "When are we going to play?" My wife and I were both very busy with work,

and we didn't have many opportunities or moods to do so. However, on two separate occasions when I contacted him wanting to continue

the same approach , he said he didn't have time or seemed completely uninterested. When he finally had time or wanted to play,

if he didn't get his way immediately, he would accuse us of not being sincere. Even more ridiculous, he even thought

my wife liked him, but that I was unwilling to let him have my way with her. I was speechless. Finally, this

idiot even called us by our names in our post. My wife didn't like him much to begin with, and his

actions made her even more insecure, angry, and even resentful. It was also destined that we would never contact him again. The most outrageous thing

is that when I told him his irresponsible behavior had upset my wife and that she was unlikely to agree to see him again,

this guy actually suggested that I keep it a secret from her, not say he was the same man from last time, but just say he was someone I met recently. I

said that was impossible; my wife would definitely find out. Don't treat him like an idiot;

how ? And his reply was hilarious; he kept sending the same message: "It's okay. She won't find

out." Ugh, I'm speechless. Okay, there are plenty of single men out there. Since he doesn't care about us at all, I don't

feel bad for anyone. I'll just blacklist him.

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