Break the monotony of life

My wife and I were college classmates; she's two years younger than me. After graduation, we lived together in Beijing, leading busy, hectic 9-to-5 lives. While not wealthy, we had a comfortable, comfortable lifestyle. Our sex life was rather monotonous—traditional positions, agreed-upon times, agreed-upon procedures, always the same, like going to work. Gradually, we both lost interest. Perhaps it was the pressure of our education system—being obedient students at home and then honest employees at work—that made everything so mundane.

Since visiting Longtan Book Network (does this sound like an ad?) and reading many cuckoldry stories, I've had some budding ideas. I'd read many multi-person stories before, but they all felt unrealistic, with excessive exposure that my wife disliked and resisted. When I told my wife about these cuckoldry stories, I found she wasn't as opposed; she seemed curious. I felt I'd finally found the key: collect as many cuckoldry stories as possible and share them with her.

This time, there wasn't the immediate, dramatic improvement in our sex life that some people describe—at least not that obvious. I found that my wife was more receptive to what I was saying; the most frequent question she asked was, "What do their husbands think?" How could she do that? She looked at me after asking. I kept wondering if she was waiting for my answer.

I spent a long time sorting out my thoughts, trying to figure out if I could accept being cuckolded. The thought of being cuckolded gave me an erection, but the thought of my wife being penetrated was really painful. I wonder if you guys really enjoy it without feeling uncomfortable? I can't tell my wife about this discomfort, otherwise we can't continue the discussion. After some internal struggle and organizing my thoughts, I started to persuade my wife.

First, regarding the starting point, because I've had several girlfriends before her, I have some experience, but my wife hasn't had anyone else before me. This has been my reason for persuading her until now, and it's also my starting point for wanting her to try other men. My wife hasn't been able to find a reason to refute this reason; she just keeps saying I'm stupid. I know she's taken this reason to heart, and I've found a good entry point.

Secondly, regarding the quality of life, we both admit that our sex life is problematic, but we can't find a way to overcome it. My wife doesn't experience pleasure when exposed in public, only worry, which affects her mood. We've tried in the park, but that only makes me more impulsive. My wife doesn't have much of a hobby, so I have to give up.

Finally, I let my wife choose a way to improve the quality of our sex life. She had no idea, and in the end, she could only passively agree to try changing her mindset. This led to a huge turning point in our sex life.

Now, let's get to the main point; I've already gone into too much detail.

We started disrupting our sleep schedules when we had sex. While we were making love, I started incorporating elements from a cuckold's story. My wife started to become more active at this point, getting into character with me. When I touched her, I said, "This is Yuan touching you," and she closed her eyes to feel it. I said, "I am Yuan" (Yuan is a male colleague of my wife's who is usually very good to her), as I touched her and said this.

When I placed my hand on her breasts, my wife surprisingly let out a soft moan. I knew she was getting into character. I gently massaged her breasts, murmuring, "Sister, your breasts really feel so good."

My wife's body trembled slightly, she opened her eyes, gave me a meaningful look, and then closed them again ("Sister" is what her colleague calls her). Later, I changed all the terms of address, asking every time I touched a spot, "Sister, can I touch that?"

My wife would nod with her eyes closed, and I didn't know if she was thinking of me or Yuan. Although she cooperated, she was holding back. Finally, when I touched her genitals, I asked, "Sister, can I touch your pussy?" At that moment, my wife suddenly grabbed my hand and put it between her legs, saying, "Sister, let me touch you, sister, let me touch you, sister, it's so itchy.

" I immediately cooperated and touched my wife's vulva, describing it as I did so, "Sister, your vulva is so wet,
sister, your vulva is so beautiful, sister, your pubic hair is all wet!"

Seeing my wife's increasingly furrowed brows, I knew she was reaching her limit. I asked, "Sister, can I put my hand inside your vulva?" My

wife nodded frantically, without speaking. I inserted my middle finger and held it still, while my thumb hovered over her clitoris. I gently pinched and released with both fingers, then pinched and released again. My wife's muscles began to tighten, but she didn't speak. I added, "Sister, is it comfortable?" She remained unmoved.

At this point, my wife couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Yuan, give it to me quickly!"

That's exactly what I was waiting for. I immediately put my mouth to my wife's nipple. She grabbed her breasts with both hands and brought them to my mouth, opening her eyes and looking at me. She said, "Far, hurry up, okay?

" I quickly rubbed my hands together a few times. My wife opened her mouth wide, thrust her chest out, and tensed her body. I knew she was about to climax. I quickly rubbed her thumb and middle finger a few times. My wife let out an "Ah!" and pulled back, her legs clamping my hands tightly. I continued moving my fingers. She trembled uncontrollably, gripping my arm tightly, reaching her climax.

Watching my wife's trembling body, I felt incredibly satisfied. I lovingly caressed her body, no longer stimulating her sensitive areas, rubbing her arms and legs. My wife licked her dry lips, looking at me.

I relaxed her, looking at her, and asked, "Was it good?" My wife nodded.

She wasn't like the ones in novels who could have multiple orgasms, only one and then wouldn't let me touch her anymore; touching her made her uncomfortable.
After lying down for a bit, she was about to get up to service me, but I shook my head. She noticed that my penis wasn't erect. She looked at me with a questioning expression. I said that I was also very excited just now. If you enjoyed it, I felt good too. Besides, you're so tired, so rest for a while. Then I hugged my wife and lay down together, asking the same question: "Was it good?"

My wife stared at me and said it was great, even better than before. Although I was a little jealous, I felt relieved. Was it because we mentioned "Yuan"? My wife looked at me and said she didn't know, she was just very excited. I said that's good, at least we've found a way to improve the quality of our sex life.

For a long time afterward, our sex life involved constantly mentioning her colleague. The quality of our sex life did improve a lot, and my wife wasn't so insistent on having someone else penetrate her anymore.

This went on for a long time. In late spring, I started suggesting that my wife try having someone penetrate her, to have sex with her. No matter how I tried to persuade her, she wouldn't agree. You guys aren't so easy to reason with, are you? Finally, my wife couldn't stand my coaxing and finally agreed to try.

But there were one condition: people she knew couldn't be involved (meaning distant people were out of the question), people I knew couldn't be involved—too familiar. She couldn't show her face, for fear of running into them later. Men couldn't be proactive; she had to control the pace and stop whenever she wanted. He couldn't be unattractive; she liked the super-handsome type. He couldn't be unclean either. These conditions stunned me! This was worse than a rejection! I nominally agreed, but it was still a rejection!

Just as I was about to argue, my wife, with a conflicted expression, said: "If you agree to the conditions, I agree. If you don't, there's no point in discussing anything like this again."

I was speechless. There was nothing I could do but say "okay." No way to back out! Whoever backs out is a coward, so I added: "If you change your mind, I'll take our money and go to prostitutes every day, and I won't talk to you anymore!"
My wife probably thought her conditions were practically foolproof, and since she controlled the pace and details, she felt confident and agreed immediately!

It's easy as long as my wife sets the conditions, although it's difficult, almost impossible. I still put in a lot of effort, including communicating with others online and seeking advice from fellow enthusiasts. I tried every method I could think of, but I was stuck on the last crucial factor: he has to be handsome. What exactly constitutes handsome? Many netizens volunteered, sending photos, but they were all rejected. Although I was dejected, my wife was quite proud, because she felt she had stumped me.

I think it's true that perseverance pays off; not long after we finished talking, fate suddenly provided me with this perfect person. Even I felt it was destiny

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Before describing the person I encountered, I feel it's necessary to introduce the work we did for her. Many netizens gave me advice on how to make her the center of attention while remaining unrecognizable to others. I have to thank netizen Tingting for her suggestion: medication. To render the man unconscious!

Initially, this idea seemed crazy and impossible—what's the point, it's like necrophilia! But my wife was in favor of it, so I had no choice but to agree! Next came the drug trial. Since we didn't know the dosage or the effects, she insisted on using me as a guinea pig, otherwise, it was off-limits!

Over the weekend, we went to the pharmacy and bought the medication (sleeping pills, don't get the wrong idea!). We could only buy a two-day supply at a time, no more! I'd never taken sleeping pills before, and I sleep quite soundly, so I really didn't know what the consequences would be. But my wife was incredibly enthusiastic! She wouldn't let me have sex before bed, saying it was practical, truly treating me like a complete novice!

Just after eight o'clock, I was given the medication and made to sleep naked! To test this on my wife, you all have to be beginners before you can do this! I fell asleep quickly, and the next morning, I woke up with aches all over my body and a foggy head—I slept terribly! I really don't know how those sleeping pills worked! But my wife was asleep!

She was sleeping so soundly and sweetly, I wondered if we'd been up all night! I got up to check if anything had happened, but I didn't feel anything unusual, and my penis was clean, so nothing seemed amiss. I was puzzled, but based on my experience, I was certain I'd ejaculated last night! Because some things don't recover so quickly after sex!

You guys might have noticed that the desire for sex before sex is different from the desire after sex; you can tell the difference if you pay close attention. As for how many times I'd ejaculated, I couldn't tell, but I'm sure I did last night, and I have no idea how it happened! Then I started searching the whole house for traces, even turning over the trash can, trying to find the smell of semen, but to no avail! I became even more suspicious; the only answer would be when my wife woke up.

It was almost noon, and my wife, still half-asleep, started yelling, "Honey, I'm hungry!" I quickly served her lunch and milk, hoping to get some answers from her.

She just ate silently, occasionally chuckling to herself. Seeing my anxious look, she couldn't hold back anymore and said something that made my jaw drop: "Honey, you're sleeping like a log! I could have slaughtered you and sold you last night and you wouldn't even know!" Then she laughed nonstop! I kept begging her to explain in detail! (I was so regretful then, why didn't I record this? I was kicking myself!).

My wife casually said, "While you were asleep, I was testing if your penis would get hard, if you could feel anything. I'd masturbate you, and you wouldn't even know? I'd make you stop when it got hard, and start again when it went soft, and then leave it alone when it got hard again! Hehehe, it was so funny! You really didn't know anything?" I was sweating bullets. Fellow wolves, don't be a newbie!

I said, "That's all? You didn't do anything?" She said, "I...I tried it, (feeling a bit hesitant) but you were like a dead person, I didn't feel anything, so I didn't find it interesting either, just like that, nothing special." (I knew my wife was lying, or there were things she was embarrassed to say.) "But, I found that when you're asleep, my penis is even more fun! I can play with it however I want, and when you're hard, I can almost lift you up by pulling on my penis!"

My God, that's a violent test! I'll never do that test again! Not only did I get nothing, but the risk was too great! I pressed on, "Really nothing else? I didn't ejaculate?"

My wife was stunned for a moment, then immediately said, "No, if you ejaculated, would you have any on you? You used to always have a smell, did you have any this time? I don't want you to ejaculate!"

I really didn't find any evidence, but I knew it definitely happened. Finally, my wife said, "The first half of the night worked better, probably because of the drug. You slept very soundly, so it didn't matter how much I did it. But in the morning, although your penis is harder, if you play too much, you'll easily toss and turn over. A little play is fine."

I hugged and kissed my wife. Anyway, my wife had gotten what she wanted, and it had worked. I wanted to make love to her right then and there. According to her usual routine, if we didn't do it the night before, she would definitely make up for it in the morning. But after kissing and caressing her for a while, she said, "Let's do it tonight. I have to go out to buy something. If we do it, we won't be able to leave!" She rejected me! This further confirmed my suspicions. But why did my wife insist that nothing had happened? I only found the answer to that question when that incredibly handsome guy arrived!

This "visitor from outer space" came about like this: I have a college classmate I haven't seen for many years. He told me that his colleague, a woman he's very close to, has a younger brother who's coming to work in Beijing. The company has already found him a job, he's had his medical exam done, and the company wants to send him to their city to develop the market. So there's a short training period, about a week, and they need to help with accommodation. He insisted I agree!

I strongly disagreed and hesitated, saying that our accommodation in Beijing is also very cramped—a one-bedroom apartment, and the space is tiny. If we put a single bed in the living room, there wouldn't be enough room to walk around; it's basically just a passageway! Everyone who lives in Beijing knows that what's called a one-bedroom is actually a suite; the space outside the main room is very small, barely enough to fit a bed (in reality, our outer room is okay; a friend from Beijing had an old sofa there, and we could even put a coffee table in it).

I was about to refuse! Later, he brought up the inconvenience of staying at home, and finally, unable to persuade me any further, my classmate added me on QQ, saying he wanted to woo that colleague—she's very pretty—and if I could get her, he could have his way with her. I was speechless; my classmate had gone to such lengths. Then he sent me all the information about that person, assuring me that he was fine, handsome, healthy, and free of infectious diseases. He even sent me the electronic copy of his recent medical exam.
I was completely bewildered as I browsed through his messages, struggling to figure out how to refuse. Just then, my wife came over, looking at me, and asked, "Are you chatting with those random people again?"

I glanced back and said a friend's younger brother was coming to Beijing and wanted to stay at our place, but I didn't know how to respond.

My wife took the message, saying, "What's so hard about that? You can't even say no!" She then sat down and looked at my chat history. When she saw my classmate mention wanting to date that married woman, she looked at me meaningfully and said, "Do all men like other men's wives?"

I didn't argue, just pursed my lips. My wife didn't immediately type a rejection, and I breathed a sigh of relief! She also looked through the information her classmate had sent, scrolling very carefully from beginning to end. There was no mention of illnesses, but I was mainly curious about what kind of tests were done. I wondered what the company did; they tested everything, in incredibly detail.

She finally stopped at the first page of the medical report, where her photo was. My wife's gaze lingered on that photo for a full ten seconds! I glanced at it, and holy crap, her face was perfect! The most striking feature was her straight nose and flawless face, with sharp features. She was so handsome; even I, a man, thought her face was beautiful. Seeing my wife's reaction, I didn't have time to think much and could only remain silent. My

wife sighed, closed the document, and was about to type in the chat box when she hesitated, then turned to me and said, "Should I reply? Don't blame me if I offend your classmate!"

I quickly said, "No, no, no, honey, let me do it. How am I supposed to face my classmates afterward?" My

wife said, "Then why don't you have him stay in the living room? It'll be so inconvenient for us to go back and forth." "Let's just reject him!"
At this point, I basically understood: my wife was hesitant! All because of that extremely handsome boy! Her strong desire to refuse just now had softened! But I couldn't say it outright; that's what a husband should do. I pretended to strongly persuade my wife: "Let him stay. It won't cause any harm. He doesn't have any infectious diseases or bad habits. He'll only be gone for a week. Besides, that classmate wants to date that colleague; it would be unreasonable for me to refuse, wouldn't it?"

My wife looked very angry. "I don't care about you anymore! If you let him come, you'll have to do all the housework while he's here. I won't care about anything!" She then stormed off!

I sat down, carefully calming my complicated emotions. My judgment was correct. When my wife saw the boy's face, she hesitated. It was a perfect face. Looking at that face, I knew that the most difficult condition my wife had set had been met. It was truly fate! The rest was easy. I did my old classmate a favor, reluctantly agreeing to help, and even had to get him to drink with me before the matter was settled. That

night, after showering and getting into bed, my wife wasn't asleep. She turned her back to me and said calmly, "You agreed?"
I replied, "I couldn't help it. He's an old classmate, I couldn't refuse."

My wife continued, "Okay, let him come. We won't have sex for a week. I'm afraid someone will hear! There are people outside the door, how can we do it? You're making such a fuss!"

I could only beg for forgiveness, "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you then. Is tonight okay? It's alright, it's tomorrow!"

As I stroked my wife's body, I said, "There's another reason. I don't think the boy is that bad, he's quite clean. We can sleep in the living room." Besides, I think this one meets your criteria too! I said with a grin.

My wife pinched me, "What nonsense are you talking about? I wouldn't even consider it! It doesn't fit!"

I quickly relented, "It doesn't fit, it doesn't fit! I'll just fit you then!" I kissed my wife's nipple, my hand immediately slipping between her legs. It was wet and warm, two steps ahead of time.

Before, it would take kissing, sucking on her breasts, and kneading them before we reached this level. This was a signal. I served my wife with mixed feelings. I had considered using the child as leverage, but then I thought, good things come to those who wait, so I'll wait another day.

Our lovemaking was uneventful; we changed positions a few times and easily brought my wife to climax! Today, my wife had a really good time, and I didn't hold back. I ejaculated when she climaxed, but I always use withdrawal because I'm worried about her getting pregnant, and I'm also worried about the effects of birth control pills and IUDs. So I always use withdrawal. I held my wife and slept until dawn.

I got up at noon, and my wife started tidying up, preparing for our arrival. She put up another picture on the bedroom and living room windows, cleaned everything, and then we went out to buy daily necessities. On our way home, I took her to the pharmacy to buy medicine—more sleeping pills.

My wife said, "Haven't you had enough of being a guinea pig?"

I said, "Well, here comes another one."

My wife burst into laughter, then stopped, realizing what I meant. "What do you mean? You want me to use him as a guinea pig? You really want to do that?"

I said, "I'll listen to my wife," with a smile on my face.

My wife said fiercely, "If you say that again, I'll turn you both into guinea pigs!"

I couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter, a mischievous grin on my face. My wife chased after me, hitting me, "It's not what you think! Don't you dare think such things!"

That evening, the child came to our door, pulling a suitcase, with a youthful, sunny face. I really couldn't bear to etch any complicated feelings onto that face.

I took his luggage and led him into the living room, introducing him to my wife. He cheerfully called her "sister-in-law," and my wife beamed. Looking at the boy, she said, "Sit down, make yourself at home. You chat with your brother, I'll go cook."

I chatted with him for a bit, then had him put his things away—his toiletries, clothes, etc. He was very clean; his towels were spotless, and his suitcase was neatly arranged.

I went to the kitchen and saw my wife serving rice. I went over and pinched her bottom: "How's it? Not bad, right?"

"What's okay?" My wife pretended not to understand.

I said, "Like a guinea pig?"

My wife glared at me: "Get lost! What are you thinking about all day?"

I hugged my wife, one hand on her breast, the other between her legs—our usual position. I felt she was wearing a bra and panties, something she never usually does at home. My wife tried to push me away, but I said, "You don't need to be all covered up like this. Just put on that opaque skirt."

She doesn't usually wear that, complaining it's too thick and hot. My wife said, "But we have guests over." I said, "It's okay, it's not see-through, you can wear it. Besides, you'd be uncomfortable staying like that for a week, I feel sorry for you! And I'm going to make love tonight, I've booked it in advance. If you find it inconvenient, just use him as a guinea pig!" My

wife immediately covered her mouth and laughed: "You're so mean! He just arrived and you're already complaining he's in the way!"

I grabbed a handful more and left the kitchen.

While my wife was cooking, the kid took a shower and changed into a loose-fitting home outfit, looking even more fresh and energetic. I felt God was so unfair, why did He give him all the good food?

Dinner went well, and we drank some beer. The kid got a little flushed, saying he couldn't drink. My wife changed into that home outfit, without anything underneath, but the kid never really looked at my wife, while my wife kept staring at the kid's face, looking him up and down, it was really a bit inappropriate.
I wondered if watching Korean dramas every day had made me a fangirl, only liking those fresh-faced, handsome young men.
I said, "Why do you look like you're having an allergic reaction?" "Your sister-in-law has allergy medicine; it'll cure it right away,

" I said, and told my wife to get it. My wife stared at me, her eyes wide. "Yes, yes, it'll cure it right away," she said.

A moment later, my wife brought in a glass of water, stirring it constantly. I secretly gave her a thumbs up—she was so clever!
The boy drank it all in one gulp and said, "Thank you, sister-in-law!"

After the meal, he wanted to help clean up, but I stopped him, saying, "You should rest. You can't drink alcohol, we can clean up. You're a guest!" I turned on the TV for him to watch and quickly went to help.

My wife said, "You're so mean! You tried to force-feed me medicine right away!"

I said, "Isn't it all for you?" My wife was about to explode when I continued, "Weren't you afraid someone would hear?"

My wife swallowed her words. I helped her clean up, and when we returned to the living room, the child was already asleep. My wife and I looked at him, each lost in our own thoughts. Then my wife went back to the room, brought out a blanket, and covered him with it. He was leaning against the sofa, asleep. I stretched out my legs and laid him down, using the cushion as a pillow. Looking up from underneath, I could see his wide-legged underwear and his testicles.

I chuckled. My wife, seeing my expression, came over to look too. When she saw his testicles, she covered her mouth and laughed, but still glanced at them a few times before pushing me away.

I was racking my brains trying to figure out what to do next. I was thinking when my wife took something to shower. This time, she took her nightgown, the very sheer, very thin kind. You could see her nipples and pubic hair. My wife always changes into her nightgown before bed, but I didn't remind her, so I let her go like that. While she was showering, I wanted to confirm what would happen if she took the drug. My wife knew last time, but I wasn't sure. I had to try it first.
I just tried stretching my legs; there was no reaction. What about other parts? I tried everything carefully: pulling his ears, pinching his nose, making him breathe through his mouth, pinching his hands, pinching his legs—no response, he was really like he was dead. Finally, I pinched his penis. It's a man pinching another man, and although I didn't want to, I had no choice. I pinched a few times, but still no response. I didn't take off his pants.

Once I confirmed there was no reaction, I felt relieved. A while later, my wife came out of the shower, wearing that very thin nightgown. She passed the sofa, glanced at the child, and then went into the room without any hesitation. I thought to myself: either she trusts the drug I gave her, or she dressed like that on purpose.

I quickly went to shower. I was very excited today; my penis was hard while showering. I finished showering twice as fast as usual, and after drying myself, I came out without even putting on any clothes.

My wife just stood up from the sofa, staring at me with wide eyes, pointing at the child on the sofa. I smiled and walked over, and my wife turned and went into the bedroom. As I passed by the child, I saw that this time, not only could I see the egg, but also the penis, limp and almost showing its groin. I didn't think much of it; I just wanted to penetrate him quickly and have sex in front of the child.

Why is this getting longer and longer today?

Some replies said it doesn't seem like a cuckold story. Actually, my understanding is that as long as the wife is penetrated by someone else, it's considered cuckoldry. As for whether it counts as wife abuse, I think if it's all consensual, it shouldn't count. It's a matter of opinion. This is my

first time writing, please forgive me!

Writing this, what I initially thought was nothing, now seems quite thought-provoking, especially a few details I don't understand. It happened, but I don't know what happened, and I don't want to spell it out. This isn't a cuckold story; I want to leave room for each other so we can return to a normal life after the game. The ending of a cuckold story is frightening! Everyone has secrets; keeping them is actually quite beautiful. Don't be obsessed! I went

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into the bedroom, leaving the door open. My wife was already on the bed, uncovered, wearing only a nightgown, lying on her back looking at me. I saw expectation in her eyes, and a hint of emotion I couldn't quite decipher.

I climbed onto the bed, lying on my side next to her, looking at her, and placed my hand on her leg. My wife swallowed softly. Neither of us spoke. The door was open, and she seemed oblivious, or perhaps she was watching the door. I didn't touch her breasts, but went straight to her vulva, feeling its warmth and wetness. My wife was aroused.

Before I could even touch her, I stroked her pubic hair with my right hand, while my left hand reached under her neck, pulled her head, and kissed her. She kissed me passionately, completely absorbed, her legs constantly parting and closing, thrusting her hips upwards, welcoming my hand with her genitals, rubbing against it. She would clamp down slightly, pull my hand down, then open her legs again, thrust upwards again, and clamp down again. After a while, her vulva successfully clamped my hand, and she wouldn't let go, twisting it repeatedly.

I felt my hands getting muddier and wetter. Her mouth was sucking on my tongue hard, her arms were wrapped around my back and she was hugging me tightly. She was rubbing her breasts against my chest and her lower body was rubbing against my hands. Seeing how hard she was working, I lifted my right thumb, and my wife quickly inserted it into her vagina. My

wife's reaction became stronger and stronger, with constant moans. I released my wife's mouth, pulled up her nightgown, and with her cooperation, I easily took it off. Then I started kissing my wife's breasts and nipples, grabbing and kneading them with my hands. I parted my wife's

tightly closed legs with my right hand, inserted my middle finger and hooked it in. At this moment, my wife quickly clamped my hand down, making it difficult for me to move my hand. But I still used my hand to send telegrams to the upper wall of her vagina, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. My wife's dazed state quickly arrived. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, she was breathing short and rapid, and her whole body was tense and trembling slightly.
My telegram codes grew increasingly complex and I sent them faster and faster. Suddenly, my wife bent over and clung tightly to me, her grip on my hands aching. She trembled violently, barely breathing, her hands instinctively quivering. She grabbed my hand and pleaded, "Honey, I'm coming! Honey, I'm coming!"

My hands stopped moving, and my wife collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. I removed my hands and began to massage her, helping her relax—a post-orgasm treatment. She seemed to enjoy it, closing her eyes to relax. After a while, I asked, "Honey, did you enjoy it?" She nodded vigorously. I asked, "Was it

because of him?" I gestured towards the outer room with my chin. My wife looked at me for a moment, then smiled and said, "No."

I said, "Fine, still being stubborn. It's still not him. Now it's my turn to enjoy it." My wife spread her legs, looking like she was ready to do whatever I wanted. I, too, was being mischievous and didn't bother with any preparation before thrusting in. It was wet and warm inside, slippery and slippery, so it didn't feel like anything. I wiped it with some tissue and went back in. This time it was much better, but still not exciting enough. With no one else involved, we both felt something was missing. Although my wife didn't say anything, she'd already taken the medication, and if we hadn't done anything, who would we be letting down?

I got off the bed, pulled my wife to the edge, lifted her legs, and thrust in. After a short while, I felt my ejaculation was imminent, and I knew I was about to ejaculate. I pulled out my penis, let it air out for a moment, then picked my wife up and carried her out.

My wife struggled a little, but not violently. I looked into her eyes, and she looked into mine. After a while, I asked, "Honey, will this cause any problems? Will your little guinea pig wake up?" My wife

shook her head. I asked again, "Is this okay?" My wife looked at me, didn't say anything, then rested her head against me. I carried her out of the bedroom and placed her on the chaise lounge.

The boy was still fast asleep, lying on his back. I pulled his shirt up to his chest, and from the chaise lounge, I could see the bottom of his underwear—everything I wanted to see. My wife was completely naked at this point, and she didn't dare stare directly at me, keeping her eyes closed and waiting for me to penetrate her. Even before penetration, I was already very aroused; my heart was pounding, almost exceeding its capacity. I dared not penetrate now, or I would ejaculate prematurely.
I started kissing my wife's breasts and continued to caress her labia, this time very carefully, trying to arouse her desire. Soon, she started moaning. I stopped, and my wife opened her eyes and looked at me. I took her hand and pointed to the boy's genitals. My wife kept shaking her head and pouting. I walked over to her and slowly moved her hand towards the boy's thigh.

My wife looked into my eyes, and I nodded affirmatively. She stopped looking at me and let me place my hand on the boy's penis, applying a little pressure. She gripped it, and then I started kissing her breasts, my
hand quickly caressing her labia, without penetrating. Her hand mechanically held the boy's penis, not moving, her eyes closed, moaning softly.

I moved her arm slightly, and she looked at me, obediently starting to stroke the boy's penis. I started kissing her mouth, my hand caressing her breasts. She kissed me excitedly, sucking on my tongue, her hands never stopping.

I slid down and kissed her labia. She was very excited, but I saw that her desire hadn't fully subsided; the boy's penis remained half-erect. I went over, grabbed the sides of the boy's pants, and forcefully pulled them down completely. My wife let go, looking at me in surprise; his penis was now leaning precariously against his stomach. Then I opened one of his legs, so his lower body was angled towards the chaise lounge, and I had my wife climb on top of me. I entered her from behind.

My wife struggled to support herself, her face pressed against the boy's penis. With each thrust, she swayed forward, her breasts swaying as well. I pressed her face hard against my penis from behind, until finally her face was pressed against it,
her nose buried in the pubic hair. I thrust into her forcefully, and she hummed softly through her nose.

I whispered from behind, "Suck it," but she shook her head. I repeated it several times, but she refused. I continued to thrust rapidly, letting the pleasure wash over me, and her vagina twitched intermittently.

Normally, I would wait for her to climax together, but today I wasn't satisfied and intentionally wanted to leave her waiting (a netizen once said that you shouldn't feed your wife too much; she needs to feel hungry to eat other things). I made up my mind and thrust rapidly.

My wife noticed the problem and kept saying, "Husband, wait for me, wait for me." I was already at my limit, so I quickly pulled out my penis and ejaculated on my wife's back.

My wife turned around and looked at me resentfully: "You did this on purpose! It's so annoying! I haven't even had my fill yet! What am I going to do? You have to take responsibility!"

I said, "I can't take it anymore, I just came." Then I pouted and said, "Don't you still have your little white one?" Then I smiled mischievously.

My wife casually picked up my penis and flicked it around, saying, "That's it? You're really bullying me."

I told her I believed she had a way (I remembered I'd ejaculated that night, and I figured my wife would know how), and that she should go wash up.

I pushed her into the bathroom and said I was going to sleep, and I'd connect the security camera and start the recording when I got back.

I lay down on the bed and started sleeping without clothes on. I quickly fell asleep; I was exhausted from sex and slept soundly.

In my dream, I felt something envelop my penis, something warm, and then my legs were pressed down, moving gently. I was actually awake, but I didn't want my wife to waste time on me, so I turned over and went back to sleep.
My wife muttered, "This is so annoying, if this keeps up I'm going to go outside," and as she said that, my penis got hard, but I hid it well; no one saw it.

This made me more awake. The bed shook for a while as my wife lay there; I knew she was probably masturbating. Her breathing was trembling, and I felt a little guilty. After a while, my wife gave up; she had difficulty achieving orgasm on her own unless she used a toy!

My wife sat up, sighed, got out of bed, and went naked to the living room. The bedroom light was off, but she had plugged in a nightlight on the sofa, making it easy to see. The boy's penis was still dangling on his stomach, showing no signs of erection. Instead of going to the chaise lounge, she sat down on the edge of the sofa, scrutinizing the boy, occasionally touching his face. I knew it was his face that had captivated her, and I wanted to make it happen just this once.
I watched her gently stroke his face, touching his nose, then his lips, then sniffing his hair, rubbing her face against his, and finally lightly touching his lips. Then she stood up, her face beaming with smiles.

After doing all that, she took the boy's hand and placed it on her breast, kneading it vigorously. My wife closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. During this time, she didn't touch his limp penis. After a while, she did something that surprised me: she took the boy's exposed hand and placed it on her vulva, then clamped it between her legs and began to twist. As she twisted, the boy's arm moved along with it.

With her hand still between her legs, my wife's attention shifted. She lifted the boy's t-shirt, revealing his nipples, and kissed each of them. I saw the boy's penis twitch slightly. Then, my wife moved downwards, inhaling the scent of his genitals, slid her nose along his penis—it was incredibly erotic, and my penis became incredibly hard.

My wife continued to pull down the foreskin of his penis. After it was completely pulled back, I saw that his penis was hard and throbbing slightly. My wife then tightened her grip on his penis, rubbing it vigorously, and glanced back towards the bedroom to make sure I wasn't there. Turning around, I picked up a wet wipe from the coffee table and gently wiped the glans of his penis, cleaning the entire shaft.

By this time, the boy's penis was quite hard. My wife approached it, licked it with her tongue, and took it in her mouth for a few moments, without doing much else. When she released it, it was glistening with her saliva. Then, she took her hand out, which was covered in her vaginal fluid. She took another wet wipe, carefully cleaned it, examined it, and then put it down. She turned around and, like sitting on a toilet, guided the penis towards her vagina, but she couldn't get it aligned. Finally, she placed one foot on the floor and the other inside the sofa, then squatted down.

Watching the penis get closer and closer to my wife's vagina, my heart pounded with excitement. Finally, my wife took the penis and slid it across her labia, immediately tilting her head back in excitement. Then she began to slide it back and forth, and my wife's moans filled the air. I knew she was close to climaxing.

At that moment, the movement was too forceful, and the penis entered the vagina. The wife, momentarily distracted, sat down. Afraid of waking the boy, she leaned forward, supporting herself with her hands – a standard missionary position. At this point, she didn't care about anything else; she was already at the climax. Small movements caused the penis to circle inside her vagina, and unconsciously, her breasts circled against the boy's stomach.

Perhaps because she was so engrossed, she didn't notice the boy was also approaching. I could see his testicles tightening, a sign of impending ejaculation, but the wife was also about to climax.

Just then, something unexpected happened. The boy suddenly grabbed his wife with both hands and thrust rapidly a few times. The wife didn't move, but those few thrusts were enough to bring her to orgasm. The boy pressed tightly against her vagina, ejaculating repeatedly. The boy didn't wake up, and the wife didn't panic. Her mouth was wide open, unable to make a sound, her body stiff and convulsing. It seemed this was the boy's subconscious action.

I realized then – he hadn't used a condom and had ejaculated inside her. My wife paused for a moment, then, taking advantage of the boy's momentary lapse in concentration, quickly got up, covered her genitals with her hand, and rushed into the bathroom. The sound of flushing filled the air.

The boy's penis was covered in semen and a white, sticky substance, and he remained unconscious.

Taking advantage of this moment, I turned off the monitor, lay on the bed, my erection throbbing, too afraid to masturbate, and drifted off to sleep.

I woke up in the morning needing to urinate, and saw my wife still asleep, a satisfied look on her face, sleeping so soundly. I slowly got out of bed, opened the door, and glanced at the boy on the sofa. He had his shorts back on and was still sleeping in the same position. I
slowly walked over and peered through his shorts. The scene of the crime had been cleaned up; there was no smell of semen, and his penis lay there obediently. I breathed a sigh of relief, looked at his handsome face, and turned to go to the bathroom.

The boy stayed there for the next week, and similar incidents occurred several more times, but we didn't confront him. My wife always seemed reluctant to touch the boy in front of me, despite the initial frenzy. Although the outcome was unexpected, my desire for my wife to experience other men had been fulfilled.

Finally finished writing. Real stories aren't always as perfect as fictional ones; for example, the boy was asleep the whole time. But facts are facts.

The End .

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