[My Wife's Training Process]

Seeing that white-collar workers have given those of us who prefer to communicate through writing another opportunity is very exciting. Let me
tell you some trivial stories about my wife and me, from dating to marriage.

To be honest, I'm a fan of wife swapping and exposing my wife; but deep down, I always have
a layer of traditional values that believe women should stay at home and raise children. I was conflicted when choosing a partner,
unsure whether I should look for an outgoing and lively type or a gentle and virtuous type. I
couldn't share this confusion with anyone, which made my family think I couldn't find anyone, so they introduced me to this person and that person;
ultimately, traditional values overcame my desires, and I found a reasonable, gentle, and introverted girlfriend.

My girlfriend is very tall, 174 cm (I'm 184 cm); she also has a great figure, and friends who have seen her say she looks like
a professional model; because my mother-in-law is very strict, and my girlfriend graduated from a teacher's college, she hasn't had
much contact with men, let alone boyfriends. It wasn't until she started working that my mother-in-law started
arranging boyfriends for her, although I wasn't the first one she met, it was definitely within the top five.
When I sensed her shyness, and I wasn't very talkative either. Before we could even exchange a few words, both sets of parents were
chatting happily and had already expressed their opinions; in other words, it was just
a matter of us expressing our opinions before the decision was made. My wife and I are both filial children, and seeing that both sets of parents were satisfied, and since we had no objections to each other,
we decided to start dating.

After dating for a while, I realized how true the saying "Don't date your first love" was
. My girlfriend, who had no dating experience, was fully enjoying her love, but often ignored my feelings.
Fortunately, my mother-in-law liked me very much and always sided with me, and gradually, we got along better.
However, there was one thing my girlfriend disagreed with, and I couldn't persuade her mother to change her mind: premarital sex.

My girlfriend's family are honest and traditional people with strong traditional values. Everyone believes that such things
should only happen after marriage. Since my girlfriend works in education, she has two vacations a year, and I wanted to
use her vacations to take her on a trip, but her family disagreed. There was no other way but to try and change things little by little.

About a month into our relationship, I took her to a movie, and I kissed her in the theater (it was almost
forced). After that, our relationship progressed a bit further. Having a girlfriend during this time, especially
since she's someone like me who often fantasizes about having a wife, was incredibly frustrating. I had no choice
but to spend all my time online, reading articles about cuckolding and looking at selfies to satisfy my cravings.
One weekend, my girlfriend came over, and I went to wash some fruit for her. My wife was checking emails on my computer. When I
finished washing the fruit
and brought it to the room, I found her looking very unhappy, glaring at me. I suddenly remembered that I had downloaded some good articles and movies from forums the night before, so I quickly ran over.

Sure enough, she found the things. After watching two pornographic videos and reading a few article titles, she asked me, "
Why are you watching such perverted things? Do you have some kind of mental problem?" Although I was very worried about her, I was also very angry when
I heard this. I told her directly, "Isn't it all because of you? Having a girlfriend can't solve your physiological needs,
so you have to rely on these things to stimulate yourself!"

We had a fight that day. My parents didn't know what was going on, but they kept trying to persuade us. Later,
with their persuasion, we made up. That night, when I was taking her home, she asked me
many questions about sex, such as, "Do men really need to satisfy themselves frequently?" "Is sex between husband and wife necessary?" I
sincerely felt that sex education in China needs to be improved!

At this moment, I acted as an expert, analyzing things for her from physiological, psychological, familial, and social
perspectives , appealing to her emotions and reasoning with her, presenting facts and logic. One good thing about girlfriends
is that they are easily influenced; as long as you are firm enough, you can definitely persuade them. We talked all the way home that day,
and then My girlfriend seemed convinced, and we texted each other
for a long time until the early hours of the morning. A week later, she gave herself to me. She thought masturbation
was disgusting; but to be honest, her technique was really bad, and she had almost
zero knowledge about sex. She regretted it for a long time after the first time, thinking she shouldn't have had sex with me on impulse.

After the first time, the frequency gradually increased, and my girlfriend slowly went from
enduring it to enjoying it, but only when we were together, and only during sex
. At other times, she would get angry if I mentioned it. Most men want their wives to be
sexy (at least I am), and my girlfriend's conservatism was unbearable for me. Therefore, I devised
a change plan to slowly change her…

Step one: watching porn. Every time we were alone at home, I would watch movies with her, starting with
Category III films and gradually transitioning to adult films. My girlfriend's tastes are completely different from mine. I personally love watching Western porn
, especially hardcore stuff, but she doesn't like it, finding it too mechanical, too direct, and disgusting. If we switch to Japanese porn, she
thinks the Japanese use too many sex toys and finds it perverted.

However, one thing has changed noticeably: she gets wet faster and wetter more,
often leaving the sheets soaked after sex.

The second step: verbal stimulation. As she gradually adapted to porn, I tried to use
lewd language to stimulate her during sex. At first, she was very uncomfortable. For example, I'd say things like, "How about finding someone older than me to fuck
you ?" She'd reply, "I only want you, I don't want anyone else to touch me!" After
a few attempts, it didn't work. Then I told her it was just about finding stimulation, not about making promises at this point, but
about finding that feeling together and reaching orgasm.

As the second stage progressed, my girlfriend's libido grew stronger. During sex, she would
say things to provoke me. And with my encouragement, she reached orgasm during one session—her
first ever. She seemed to enjoy the feeling and had figured out a pattern, reaching orgasm almost every time
we made love.

The third step: a change in clothing. When we first met, my girlfriend wore only jeans, regardless of the season.
When I asked why, my girlfriend proudly told me that her legs were straight and long, and pants would better accentuate
their shape. I asked why she didn't wear skirts, and she replied, "Long skirts cover my legs, so they can't see my
leg shape."

"Then why don't you wear short skirts?"

"It would be so embarrassing if someone saw me!"

Because of this, my girlfriend never wore short skirts, no matter how hot the weather was. Once, I saw
a very pretty skirt. Because my girlfriend is quite tall, it reached about 5 centimeters above her knees. I really
liked the skirt, but since she had never worn such a short skirt before, I was a little hesitant. I didn't give her
time to think about it and paid for it right then and there. The next day, when I saw her, she was indeed wearing the
skirt I had bought for her. This excited me greatly; her long, slender legs were dazzlingly white from not seeing the sun for so long.
I took her home and, without saying much, we quickly got down to business.

When I took off her skirt, I was surprised to find that she was wearing boxer shorts over her underwear, which
immediately erect penis go limp again. When asked why, my girlfriend insisted, "I
'm afraid of being exposed." "But it's summer! Aren't you hot wearing so many underwear?" I couldn't think of
a better reason, so I used this lame excuse.

"It is a little hot, but it's better than being exposed," she insisted.

"You can't be exposed in my house, take it off." After my repeated requests, she took off her
safety underwear. It turned out her inner underwear was semi-transparent; only the labia were cotton, the rest
was lace. "Why are you dressed so sexily?" I asked.

She shyly replied, "I wanted to wear it for you to see, but I was afraid of being exposed, so I wore
this outer one." Seeing her adorable expression, my previously softened penis hardened again.
I took off her inner underwear, lifted her skirt, and began kissing her labia. I enjoy
giving my girlfriend oral sex because her genitals are very clean; she hasn't been with any other men besides me.
She pays close attention to hygiene, and there's no odor.

Soon, she started panting heavily, her legs tightly clamping my head, and she
pressed her hands against it—I knew this meant she was getting into it. Seeing her gradually becoming aroused, I
licked her clitoris even more vigorously, and slowly slid my fingers into her vagina, moving them in and out.

"Ah..." With a loud cry, she stretched out her long legs, her hands
flailing , murmuring, "Give it to me, give it to me..." Seeing she had reached orgasm, I
quickly thrust my penis in, pumping relentlessly! After one orgasm, she immediately
prepared for a second, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed, but it always seemed like she was just a little short. Then I noticed my girlfriend's
mouth was half-open, her tongue slightly protruding, as if she wanted to lick something. A thought struck me, and I pulled out one
hand, put my middle and index fingers together, and placed them on her lips. My girlfriend
immediately

opened her mouth and began licking. "Try someone else's big cock, see how it tastes!" I
teased she licked. She licked diligently, her vagina responding even more enthusiastically to my penis. Suddenly
, she screamed, her tongue entwining around my fingers, her hands tightly gripping my back, reaching her second
orgasm. Seeing her excited expression, I felt a surge of heat in my groin. I quickly pulled out (
my girlfriend wouldn't let me put it inside, she was afraid of getting pregnant), grabbed something to cover my penis, and ejaculated profusely.

When I recovered, I looked at what I was holding and laughed. I had grabbed my girlfriend's
boxer , which were now completely covered in my semen. My girlfriend frowned
when she and said, "It's all dirty, what are we going to do?"

"There's another one underneath, just be careful," I quickly reassured her. "Besides, who
wears two pairs of underwear these days? People will laugh at you if they see you like that. Lots of girls are intentionally
showing ." Seeing that my girlfriend was wavering, I quickly launched into a long explanation to persuade her
not to wear such things. But the fact was, my girlfriend couldn't wear it even if she wanted to. So,
after I left it at my place.

In the afternoon, after we had rested enough, I dragged her out shopping. Shopping is
usually a woman's forte, something men dread, but because of our different moods today,
it was the opposite. My girlfriend didn't really want to go out, but I was strongly encouraging her. She couldn't resist me and
had to go shopping with me.

The weather outside was just like my mood—clear blue skies. My girlfriend, holding an umbrella, walked along the road with difficulty
. At this point, I felt a little sorry for my girlfriend, so I quickly hailed a taxi. After the taxi stopped, a
mischievous idea popped into my head. I gentlemanly opened the car door for her, and she smiled at me, said thank you, and got
in. She was very careful as she got in, pressing her skirt down with her hand, afraid of exposing herself. The driver kept looking back
at us , seemingly hoping to see something. Just as my girlfriend was settled, I said to her, "Move over,
I'll stay with you in the back." My girlfriend seemed unprepared, and when I told her this, she quickly moved over. Because
the space in the back was small, she had to move one leg over first, then the other. From outside the car, I could see her sexy panties under
her short skirt ; because of the close proximity, I could see her pubic hair clearly. I suppose that
driver must have had his fill of eye candy.

We walked around all afternoon, and I was exhausted, while my girlfriend seemed to enjoy it, as if she had gotten used to
not wearing underwear and wasn't as cautious as she had been when we first came out. When I took her home that evening, my girlfriend asked
me, "Why did you say such perverted things when we were doing it at noon?"

"What did I say?" I asked, puzzled.

"It was about me eating someone else's..." My girlfriend blushed at this point.

"Yeah, tell me why you were so cooperative after I said that, and why you came so quickly."
Hearing my girlfriend bring up this topic, I immediately perked up.

"I don't know why, but at that time I just felt like sucking on something. It's all your fault, showing me that..."
"You've corrupted me with those movies!" My girlfriend blushed and stopped talking to me. After that incident, I realized
I had unearthed her potential; it turned out she had been too strictly disciplined.

Days passed, and my girlfriend became my wife. After we got married, we lived separately,
giving us a lot of freedom. After nearly two years of my "training," my wife had become a very
alluring woman. She would occasionally flirt with me, but she didn't accept concepts like swapping or threesomes. In
the summer often stayed home naked. My girlfriend's sex skills had also improved from initial naivety to proficiency. I
finally understood why so many men prefer mature women to students when they have affairs.

One day, while buying DVDs, I saw a set of Tinto Brass's works. He's
a ; his films are very imaginative, unlike other adult films or Category III films which are so empty. I
bought a set without hesitation. That night, I took it home and watched it with my wife. Those few days, my wife was in
a particularly ; she seemed to have transformed from an innocent girl into a lustful woman. She would get wet at the slightest touch, making me so excited that I couldn't sleep at night... I dared to touch her.
After dinner, I took out a DVD and asked my wife to watch it with me. After some selection, I chose a
film called "Adultery," which tells the story of a woman's infidelity. The male and female leads had great bodies,
and a characteristic of Brass's works is that the male leads' penises are all very large. While watching, I
noticed my wife constantly changing her body position. I reached down and touched her; she was already soaking wet. I continued
to tease her while watching, but my wife insisted on her opinion: that woman shouldn't be so promiscuous.

But anyway... This was a very exciting movie. After watching it, I noticed my wife's face was flushed
and she was feeling hot all over. She leaned against me, moaning and rubbing against me. Looking at her, I suddenly
remembered the dildo I'd bought a few days ago. Because it was a bit too big, she hadn't accepted it. Why
not try it on today, since she was so aroused?

I told her I was going to wash up, and took the opportunity to find the dildo, put on a condom, and bring it
back. When my wife saw me, she asked, a little annoyed, "Didn't I say it wasn't suitable? Why did you bring that
thing back?"

"Close your eyes and don't ask any questions. Today I'll let you enjoy yourself," I said to
her , trying to sound serious. My wife was

unusually obedient today, strangely closing her eyes and lying on the bed. I turned on the stereo, played some soft music,
and went to her side, starting to caress her body. Her body was unusually sensitive today; before I even
touched her sensitive areas, she was already wet. While caressing her, I asked, "Honey,
why are you so horny today?"

"Really...?" "My wife replied weakly,

'You can tell just by looking at yourself.' As I spoke, I knelt down under her and began
to give her oral sex. My wife seemed to be electrocuted and began to moan loudly...

After a while, I stopped. My wife seemed unsatisfied but was too embarrassed to say
so, continuing to moan while rubbing her legs together. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I took out the dildo I had just prepared
and began to massage her without her consent, gently rubbing it with her vaginal fluid. My wife immediately became aroused again
, enjoying it while saying to me, 'You're such a pervert, you feel good having something else do your wife!'

At this time, I lay down with her, forming a 69 position, having her give me oral sex while
stimulating her genitals with the dildo. 'Does it feel good, wife? As long as you feel good, I don't care what or
who does it .' I took this opportunity to make my stance clear.

My wife sucked on my penis and said, 'Then I'll be like that female lead, going out to have an affair
and you won't care?'

'Ah, okay, I'm going to find someone to have an affair with!' " "I want a big cock, I want to show off in front of everyone, see if you
can stop me! Ah... I'm a wanton woman... Ah..." My wife babbled incoherently as she
reached her first orgasm. Her mouth tightly gripped my penis, sucking hard, while her legs
clamped tightly around the dildo, rubbing against her genitals.

It took her a long time to catch her breath, her body limp on the bed. My penis, already
hard , was so swollen I felt uncomfortable. I quickly grabbed the dildo, ripped off the condom and threw it aside,
then thrust my real penis into her body to continue the battle. My wife's relaxed body immediately tensed up again
, and her cries resumed. As I thrust harder, I teased her, "How does
it feel ? Was the previous one better than mine?" "

You...good..." My wife managed to say those words with difficulty, then immediately followed with a moan.

I changed positions several times, completely overwhelming her, until we ended up in the rear-entry position. This was
one of my favorite positions because my wife's buttocks were beautiful; looking at her upturned buttocks often gave me fantasies.
My wife's breathing grew heavier, and I felt she was about to reach her next climax. I quickly increased my speed,
trying to synchronize with her. Just then, I noticed something in my wife's hand. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was
the dildo I had tossed aside earlier. As we continued to change positions, my wife's hand inadvertently touched
the dildo. With each thrust, she put the dildo in her mouth and began
sucking on it. The glans of the dildo disappeared into her beautiful mouth, as if she were giving someone oral sex.

"Ugh...ah..." Accompanied by my wife's indistinct moans, she finally reached her second climax.
The continuous spasms of her vagina made me unable to hold back any longer, and I thrust in hard, ejaculating
deep into her uterus.

After quickly cleaning up the mess, we lay on the bed, each lost in thought. Looking at
my wife's wanton expression, she seemed like a completely different woman,
a far cry from her usual dignified and exemplary teacher persona. Was I truly pursuing a seductive woman, or was this just my fantasy?

Seeing my silence, my wife nestled against me and softly asked, "What's
wrong? Why are you so quiet?"

"A little tired," I casually replied.

"Are you angry? I was just saying something casually, don't take it to heart. It was about what you said during sex..."
"What I said was just for the thrill, not the truth." My wife looked at me with innocent eyes, tears seemingly glistening
in them .

"She really cares about me, I can't hurt her," I told myself silently, then took a deep
breath and said easily, "Don't be silly, baby, how could I be angry with you? Besides, I want
to tell you very seriously that everything I said is true. As long as you're happy, I'm happy. But there's one thing: your heart must
belong to me. That must be a space exclusively for me, where you're not allowed to stray. As for
the body , it's just a vehicle for our pursuit of pleasure, don't take it too seriously

." "Really?" My wife stared at me for a long time, then leaned into my arms. Neither of us
spoke. I held her tightly and quietly fell asleep.

After that day, my wife's personality seemed much more lively. She, who rarely joked with people, often
laughed and joked with her colleagues, and her clothes became increasingly sexy. At first, I didn't notice these changes
until one day.

It was a weekend, and I went to play ball with my friends every weekend, and this week was no exception. A few friends came to
visit. I had already packed my things, but suddenly my stomach started feeling a bit uncomfortable. To avoid
any unexpected issues during our outing, I decided to clean up at home first.

We don't usually have many guests, and my wife and I dress very casually at home. That day, my wife was only wearing a
nightgown that barely covered her bottom (actually, the nightgown wasn't short, but my wife is very tall). I
bought her ; I think it looks very sexy on her, especially with her sexy figure. My wife was tidying up
the room and didn't notice the change outside. When she came out of the room and saw my two friends sitting in the living room, she was startled.
She asked what was wrong and found out that I had gone to the bathroom and they were waiting for me. My wife quickly poured me two glasses of water, brought them
over, and then went back to tidying up.

While I was in the bathroom, I idly looked through the clothes my wife had washed and noticed that her underwear seemed to be
hanging in the bathroom. Some were washed that morning, and some were washed a few days ago and still hanging there.
What was ? Could it be…? Thinking back, I quickly recalled what happened that morning. My wife got up and put on her nightgown, and it seemed
she really wasn't wearing underwear. Then we ate breakfast together and cleaned the house…

Thinking about this, my penis got bigger, almost touching the toilet seat. I quickly suppressed my thoughts,
emptied my stomach as soon as possible, and then rushed off to play ball.

After finally emptying my stomach, I went out to leave with my friends, but just as I was about to exit
the bathroom, I noticed something was wrong. My bathroom door is made of glass; from the outside it's
a mirror, and from the inside, you can vaguely see things outside. As I was about to leave, I noticed my two friends
weren't looking at the TV; they were staring intently into the room, occasionally making faces at each other.

I coughed and then deliberately pulled open the bathroom door forcefully to make a loud noise. My two friends
quickly snapped out of their daze and picked up their cups to drink water.

"Sorry, my stomach suddenly started hurting. You guys have been waiting so long." I quickly apologized to the two guys
and went to get my gym bag from the room. Just as I reached the door, I suddenly saw something shocking: my wife was
wiping dust off the headboard with a rag. The whole room was spotless; she'd probably finished wiping everything except the
headboard . My wife's sexy buttocks and genitals were exposed. She didn't seem to feel anything, probably because she
's used to it at home.

I said, "What were those two guys so focused on? With such a beautiful sight, I wouldn't be watching TV." I
didn't say much, just grabbed my bag and left. The two guys reluctantly said goodbye to my wife, then deliberately
dawdled their shoes, later making an excuse to go back for a drink of water before finally leaving.

In the afternoon, after playing basketball, we went to take a shower together. In the lounge, we chatted idly, and one of the guys, Qiang, said
, "Brother Hao, your wife is really beautiful."

"Actually, she's just so-so. After a while,
you . I thought to myself, "You two guys, you've seen everything, what are you pretending for?"

Another buddy, Fatty, said, "Hey Hao, ever tried having sex in the bathhouse lobby? It's amazing!"

"Oh?" I was intrigued and asked, "How do you do it here?"

Fatty mysteriously told me, "The lights in the lobby turn off after midnight, and then the girls
come out looking for work. The other day, my girlfriend and I were resting here after showering, and the moans around us were so loud, we couldn't resist
and we did it. Everyone was moaning, it was really great!"

Damn, I know Fatty's girlfriend. She was a promiscuous girl in school, who knows how many people she
'd slept . Fatty was just playing around with her, how could she compare to my wife? A-Qiang quickly chimed in,
"Hao, let's bring our girlfriends here sometime!"

"Great, great, let's set it for Friday!" Fatty made the decision for me before I could even comment.

I was still hesitant, but seeing how happily they were chatting, and also wanting to
see if my wife had really been "trained" recently, I went along with it and said, "
I don't know if there will be any problems." I figured I could just make up an excuse if she didn't want to come.

When I got home that night, I found my wife asleep at home, lying on the bed in a very sexy position. Half of her buttocks and genitals were visible under
the hem . Looking at my girlfriend's genitals, I couldn't help but think of what happened that morning.
Was it intentional or unintentional? This would never have happened when I first met her.
After two years of my efforts, my wife had become a charming and alluring young woman, but was this really what
I wanted? What should I do about our date next weekend?

While I was lost in thought, my wife woke up. Seeing me standing next to her, she stretched out her arms, wanting me
to hug her. I carried her into the living room, gently kissing her as I asked, "Honey, have you eaten?"

"Yeah, you weren't home, so I just made do. You have to make it up to me," my wife said coquettishly.

"Okay, what do you want as compensation? How about sausage?"

"Did you buy sausage?" my wife asked in surprise.

"Yes, and it's your favorite one." I pulled up my pants and said,

"Ugh, you ignored me all day, and now you're trying to take advantage of me!" my wife said coquettishly.

I played ball for several hours this afternoon and was quite tired, but thinking about the looks Ah Qiang and Fatty gave me this morning,
my little brother involuntarily stood up. My wife, lying in my arms, immediately took my penis into her mouth and sucked on it earnestly.
While stroking her buttocks, I said, "Ah Qiang and Fatty asked us to go out next weekend, planning to stay up
all night. Are you coming?"

"Sure!" My wife seemed very excited. After all, she had never been so daring before, and now that she
was with me, no one was watching her. "What are we doing?" my wife asked casually.

"We'll probably have some food first, then go to a bar, and finally find a bathhouse to spend the night together."

My wife had never really understood the concept of a bathhouse; she had only heard that they were complicated, but she never really knew
what they were all about. She didn't ask any more questions and readily agreed.

I had originally planned to back out if my wife didn't agree, but I didn't expect her to agree so easily.
Thinking about what might happen next week, I couldn't resist anymore, and with my wife using both her hands and mouth, she finished me off in no time.

Time flies, and next weekend is already here. Fatty and Qiang have been calling me constantly these past few days,
as if they're afraid I won't go. I know what they're thinking, but I haven't said anything definitively. One of them offered
to treat me to dinner and a bar, and the other offered to arrange the evening's activities. In the end, I didn't have to pay anything, so I agreed.

On Friday morning, I told my wife, "Fatty and Qiang are making arrangements tonight. Dress nicely and sexily
."

"Pretty is fine, why does it have to be sexy?" my wife asked, puzzled.

"They're both bringing their girlfriends, I can't let my wife be outshone!"

Women are naturally prone to jealousy, and this inner drive trumps everything.
After hearing this, my wife went to look for clothes herself. She found a beautiful new dress I bought her.
It was a very form-fitting silk dress, quite short, but my wife looked very sexy in it.

"How is it? Does it look good?" My wife asked immediately after putting on the dress.

"It's beautiful, but..." I looked at her, hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?" Women always care a lot about their image.

"This dress is too tight; the shape of your underwear is showing." Indeed, that was
the only flaw in the dress

. "Then I'll go change into a thong!" My wife said, quickly changing into a very sexy set of lingerie.

"It's just that your underwear is showing; why do you need to change your underwear?"

"It's a set." My wife made a face at me after changing.

This set of lingerie was a birthday gift for my wife. It was quite expensive, and my wife thought about
it a lot , but I persuaded her to finally decide to buy it. Most of the fabric in this set was lace, except for
the vaginal area of the panties and the nipple area of the bra, which were made of pure cotton. The workmanship was very fine. My wife usually
didn't wear it much, and hadn't worn it many times since I bought it. I didn't expect her to wear it today.

"Don't run into any perverts at work, be careful on the road. I'll pick you up tonight." Seeing my wife had finished getting ready, I
joked with her,

"With you, this big pervert, as my backup, what am I afraid of? Besides, wouldn't you be happy if someone was watching me?" My wife
laughed at me instead

. Before I knew it, it was past 3 pm, and Fatty's call came again as promised, "Brother Hao, nothing changed tonight, is
your wife coming?"

Damn, judging from his tone, he wasn't thinking about me, but about my wife. "No surprises, where to eat?"

"6 pm, at that South Korean restaurant we always go to, it's close to the bar."

"Okay, there it is, see you there!"

After work, I picked up my wife and we went straight to the restaurant. "I didn't eat lunch, honey, I had too much
work , so I only ate some biscuits to avoid working overtime tonight." My wife immediately complained to me

, "Why? Are you the only one earning a salary? That damn boss of yours, I'll take him down sooner or later!"
It wasn't that I was putting on a tough act in front of my wife; I really felt sorry for her.

"Fatty's got the plans for tonight, so you can treat him to a good meal." I looked at my wife with concern and asked ,

"What are we eating?"

"South Korean food." My wife laughed happily at this. I don't know if it's because of South Korean dramas
, but girls seem to really like South Korean food. I just don't understand, it's just miso soup and pickled vegetables, what's so
good about it?

As soon as my wife and I entered the restaurant, we saw Fatty and A-Qiang waving at us from inside. I quickly pulled my wife
over and introduced Fatty's girlfriend and A-Qiang's girlfriend. Fatty's girlfriend was a bit casual, but she
was decent-looking, just a bit short. A-Qiang's girlfriend was just average, no wonder he never
brought her out.

We had just sat down when the waiter brought out the drinks. "Today we're drinking Jinro (a type of South Korean liquor),
everyone drink freely and have fun," Fatty said as he handed us glasses.

"I don't drink..." my girlfriend said shyly.

"That won't do! We're going to have a great time today!" Ah Qiang quickly chimed in, trying to persuade my wife,

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, we can't force you to drink. Let's eat first, then we'll play games and drink at the same time."
Fatty also quickly smoothed things over.

My wife saw that Fatty
and
Ah Qiang's girlfriend had also poured themselves some baijiu, so she didn't say anything more. We drank and ate barbecue while playing dice; everyone had a great time and drank quite a bit. Fatty's girlfriend was a little tipsy, flirting with Ah Qiang, sometimes sitting on his lap, sometimes drinking with me;
although Ah Qiang's girlfriend wasn't as wild as Fatty's girlfriend, she was clearly the reserved type, exuding
a thousand and expressions, whispering to Fatty about something.

My wife had also drunk quite a bit, and seeing them having so much fun, she laughed along. Just then, Fatty came over
and said to me, "Brother Hao, let's switch seats. I want to get closer to your wife."

I didn't immediately agree, but looked at my wife, indicating that she should make the decision. Seeing
how much didn't think much of it and said, "Okay, you fatso, you think you can mess with me?"

Seeing that it was no problem, Fatty switched seats with me, and he and my wife played rock-paper-scissors and dice for a while,
while I chatted and drank with Xiaoqiang's wife.

While everyone was having a great time at the restaurant, Fatty suggested, "Let's go to a bar, the atmosphere there is better!"

Damn, looks like Fatty won't stop until he gets my wife drunk! No one objected.
A short walk to the left after leaving the house led to a street full of bars, several of which we frequent. Today, Fatty took us to one we hadn't
been to before, though I'd heard it was a wild place, so it seemed Fatty was determined to take the craziness to the extreme.

Inside, we got a round table in a corner and ordered two bottles of Chivas Regal (Fatty really
went all out ). Once inside, everyone scattered. I sat with Qiang's girlfriend, Fatty was to my wife's left, Qiang
to her right, and Fatty's girlfriend was on Qiang's other side. After drinking for a while, we went to the dance floor in the middle. Since
I don't like dancing, I stayed behind to watch the table. I looked at my wife in the middle of the dance floor—her two white legs and slender
figure stood out prominently. She was completely different from the girl I met two years ago.
One was innocent and naive, the other alluring; one was like the taste of lemon, the other like aged red wine. Had I
changed her over the years? Or perhaps she had always had this interest, but it was suppressed by my mother-in-law for over 20 years.

Before we knew it, it was already past midnight, and everyone was covered in sweat. A-Qiang led us to the bathhouse
we'd . My wife was completely drunk and was helped into the women's section by A-Qiang and Fatty's girlfriend.
The three of us also took a shower.

After changing into our pajamas, we went to the lounge. Actually, the most famous part of this bathhouse was the lounge, which was divided into
three sections : the outermost section was the main hall for individual customers, filled with single beds and a TV hanging in the middle, where people could
rest or watch TV; the inner section consisted of private rooms, which were actually public brothels with larger
beds and screens about a meter high separating them, so you could see
what was happening ; the other section was the private rooms, where people gambled, did drugs, or didn't want to show their faces
—they were fully equipped.

The three of us came out early, but after waiting in the private room for a long time, the three women still hadn't come out. The sounds of moaning and shouting from
the other cubicles were already rising and falling, and girls kept coming over to flirt with us, making us
quite aroused.

Just then, we saw three women coming from the women's entrance, walking unsteadily. I immediately spotted
my wife inside. It turns out the women's pajamas at this bathhouse are so sexy! The tops are the same as the men's,
but are incredibly short skirts. The skirts weren't long to begin with, and with my wife's long legs, they looked especially sexy. We
quickly waved to them, afraid of going into the wrong cubicle and causing trouble. They hurried over.

As soon as my wife entered my cubicle, she frowned and asked, "Honey, why did we come to a place like this?"

"Didn't you always want to experience a bathhouse? Besides, everyone's having a great time today, so
we as well go all the way," I could only go along with it.

"Aren't you afraid of corrupting your wife?" my wife asked, blushing and making a face at me.

"If you could learn bad habits, I wouldn't need to teach you. Have you forgotten what I told you, wife? As long as your
heart belongs to me, I don't mind physical infidelity."

It's easy to get into the mood in this environment, especially since my wife had drunk so much. My touch made her
go limp. I lifted her skirt and saw she was still wearing underwear, but underwear makes it easier
to tempt someone to commit a crime. I reached out to take off her underwear, but she was hesitant. After some persuasion, I finally
convinced her to take off all her underwear, but she was still wearing her nightgown and skirt. Just as I was about
to take the next step with my soaking wet wife , I heard someone calling me from outside: "Brother Hao..."

It was Fatty's voice. I lifted the curtain and went out, seeing Fatty and A-Qiang standing in the doorway, grinning at me.
"Brother Hao, your wife is so beautiful, we couldn't resist looking at her. Can we come in with you?"
Fatty asked me with a smirk.

I looked at A-Qiang, who was also nodding beside me. They were friends, so I was too embarrassed to say anything else.
"Where are your girlfriends?" I asked.

"My girl was taken to a spa by Fatty's girlfriend," A-Qiang quickly added.

Spa my foot! It's basically a massage with the opposite sex. I didn't expect Fatty's girlfriend to be so knowledgeable about it.
No wonder she didn't care that Fatty could mess around outside.

"Well... I'm afraid I'll have to ask," I hesitated, not daring to agree immediately, and turned to enter the cubicle.

"Did you hear everything?" I asked my

wife. She nodded.

"What do you think?" I asked, looking into her eyes. She

looked up at me, a look I'll likely never forget. My wife is a
simple ; you can read anything in her eyes. But that look she gave me just now was
incredibly complex—longing? Disappointment? Like a Pandora's box, wanting to open it to see what was inside, yet
afraid of being hurt.

Seeing that my wife didn't refuse, my head suddenly felt hot. I didn't know whether to be excited or sad. I
simply said to my wife, "Then I'll call them in. You can call them if you feel uncomfortable."

Before I could turn around to call them, the two young men had already come in grinning, saying, "It's okay, sister-in-law,
don't be nervous. We'll be very gentle and won't gossip."

After they came in, the atmosphere in the cubicle became awkward. My wife lay on the bed with her eyes closed, breathing rapidly
, but she didn't indicate whether it was okay to go further. Fatty and A-Qiang could only stand by, anxiously wringing their hands and
glancing at me repeatedly, as if saying, "Brother Hao, start!" Seeing this, I acted impulsively,
thinking , "Whatever, as long as I'm happy!" I grabbed my wife's lips and started kissing her. My wife seemed
startled by my sudden action, and it took her a while to respond with her tongue. Seeing an opportunity, Fatty and A-Qiang joined in
.

A-Qiang is a crazy foot fetishist; we'd discussed this before. While I
like women with beautiful thighs, I don't think it's essential. But A-Qiang believes a woman's beauty depends
entirely on her leg shape, ankles, and feet. Although I'm not particularly concerned about this, I've found a
wife I'm very satisfied with. Her legs and feet are incredibly beautiful; I noticed A-Qiang's eyes were glued to them during dinner
. I moved from my wife's mouth to her breasts, and finally to her genitals. I forcefully spread her tightly
closed legs and began giving her oral sex, while A-Qiang frantically kissed her ankles and toes. Fatty stood by.
He pulled out his penis and started masturbating.

At that moment, I couldn't control myself anymore. I pulled out my penis and began a frenzied assault on my wife. She was
completely overwhelmed and screamed wildly. Only then did she truly relax, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted, her tongue
licking between them, as if saying, "Quick, put something in!" Fatty, seeing this, didn't miss the opportunity and thrust his penis into
my wife's mouth. I witnessed a scene that intensely stimulated me, and my ejaculation
came .

Then, A-Qiang put down my wife's legs, seemingly ready to continue. My wife reluctantly spat out Fatty's penis and said to me
, "Get out."

This scene was completely unexpected. I stared blankly at my wife, as if struck by a club,
speechless for a long time. My wife repeated, "Go out, honey. I'm not comfortable with you in there."

I paused for a moment, let out a long sigh, turned and walked out. Just as I reached the curtain to lift it, I
seemed to remember something, turned back to Fatty and A-Qiang, and said, "Don't force me. My wife can stop anytime if she doesn't like it or is
uncomfortable If you two bastards dare to force her, don't blame me for being rude!" I glanced
at my wife and said, "I'll wait for you in the lounge outside, honey," before turning and leaving. In

the lounge, lying on the bed, my mind was blank. Sitting was uncomfortable, lying was uncomfortable.
I asked for a bottle of water, took a couple of sips, and didn't want any more. I asked for a pack of cigarettes, lit them, but forgot to smoke them. I
kept thinking, isn't this the result I've always wanted? Why don't I feel any excitement? This proves that my
training of my wife over the past two years has been effective, so why don't I feel any sense of accomplishment? Why do I still want
my wife to go back to how she was before? Why do I wish none of this had happened? I stood there in a daze for almost
half an hour when I suddenly saw my wife come out. Seeing me, she said, "I'm going to wash up, then I'll see you at the door."

I quickly washed up too, and then waited for her at the door. On the way home, we didn't say a
word until we got home. Then I said to my wife, "It's almost dawn, go to sleep."

"Don't you want to ask me what happened between me and them?" my wife asked, looking at me.

I shook my head with a bitter smile. "No matter what happened, I will always love you, my wife!"

My wife then cried, hugging me tightly, sobbing as she said, "Why did you do this,
husband? We're always happy when we're together, why did you do this…" I
couldn't hear the rest of her words.

I was also crying. I hugged my wife and said, "It's all my fault. I acted impulsively and foolishly. Forgive me,
my wife…"

That night, we didn't say anything more, just held each other tightly and slept until noon the next day. The next day, when my wife woke up,
she still gave me a kiss, as if nothing had happened, and then asked me in a low voice, "Will you
dislike me, husband?"

"You will always be mine, wife, I will never give you up."

Later, my wife told me what happened that night. After I went out, Fatty and A-Qiang wanted to have
a threesome with my wife, but she suddenly changed her mind. Later, seeing how pitiful Fatty and A-Qiang were, she helped them masturbate
. When those two guys realized they had no hope of having sex with my wife, they started to get restless, touching and
looking at her until she helped them ejaculate, then they came out with her underwear.

From then on, I never mentioned threesomes or swapping to my wife again. It was as if, after experiencing it, I felt it wasn't
right for me. My wife is still so beautiful, still loves me so much. We occasionally do little things for fun, like
going out and showing off, or using sex toys to increase our interest in each other. The sensitive word "swapping"
is hidden in our hearts, but it seems we haven't completely abandoned it, as if we're waiting for the right opportunity
to pick it up again.

P.S.: Later, Fatty and A-Qiang came to see me a few more times, but I didn't let them come to my house. I also often made
excuses to cancel our appointments, and gradually I saw them less and less...

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