Having a slutty wife at home

I'm currently on a business trip, and my wife is home alone. I just video-chatted with her and learned that the young, handsome neighbor she'd been eyeing for months finally slept with her today.

This story begins in a building with six apartments per floor, and ours is on the left side of the elevator.

Last May, a young couple moved into the apartment on the right side of the elevator. They said they were the landlord's nephew or something, and had just graduated from university two or three years ago.

The guy was around 180cm tall, with a decent build and handsome looks—we'll call him "young, handsome" for now. The girl was nearly 170cm, slightly overweight, with average breasts (around B/C), and average looks, but her butt was amazing—round and perky.

The first time I saw her, I told my wife that she was definitely a slut. She didn't believe me, saying I was just being lewd and accusing women of promiscuity. It wasn't

until later that my wife believed me. I'll explain the details later. That's roughly the situation. After all, neighbors these days aren't like the neighbors in the old compound; you'd just nod to each other when you bumped into them in the elevator. I

only found out this much because my wife had developed feelings for that young man.

That's the gist of it. Anyway, back to the story.

About a month after that young couple moved in, the weather was a bit warm, but we didn't need air conditioning yet, so we slept with the window open.

One night, after turning off the lights and drifting off to sleep, I vaguely heard a woman moaning outside the window.

At first, I didn't pay much attention, but after a while, the sounds grew louder and clearer, so I nudged my wife to listen.

Unexpectedly, she was even more excited than I was and immediately ran to the window to listen more closely.

We usually sleep naked, and I told my wife, "You can just listen, you don't need to stick your head out like that. Be careful someone sees your two big, white breasts."

Unexpectedly, my wife, in her youthful exuberance, said, "Let them watch, consider it adding to their fun." Later, through the sounds and the opening and closing of the opposite window, we confirmed it was indeed the young couple across the street. They say youth is a time for romance, and it's true what they say.

For a while, we could hear their moaning almost every day. My wife would often lean on the windowsill, listening to their sounds, while I fucked her from behind. It felt like a return to the days of our school days, going to hotels and having sex with each other in opposite rooms.

Men, after all, are competitive in these matters, so I also tried to compete with them a few times, albeit one-sidedly.

But time waits for no one, and I had to admit I couldn't compare to that young hunk.

My wife and I had experience with swapping and threesomes. One time during sex, the topic of the young couple across the street came up, and it turned out my wife had been eyeing that young man for a while.

I told her, "Since you're interested, go seduce him." The usual rules: play around, but be careful, don't let it affect our lives, and communicate as a couple immediately if anything happens. If she succeeded, judging by the woman's sultry moans across the way, there was a good chance we could switch partners; that ass was incredibly alluring.

From then on, my wife would greet the couple across the street whenever they met, and they gradually became a little familiar with each other.

But the couple was always together, so there weren't many good opportunities. Around September, one Saturday, knowing the guy was home alone, she made her move.

The gist of it was that she turned off the light switch, then pretended the light was broken and went to ask the young man for help.

When he entered the room, my wife said the ceiling light wasn't working, probably broken, and she was too scared to fix it herself, so she asked him to change the bulb.

He stood on a stool to look at the light, while my wife, wearing only my t-shirt and no bra, pretended to hold the stool. If he just looked down, through the loose neckline, my wife's breasts would be completely exposed, even her nipples.

He changed the bulb, but the light still wouldn't turn on. Later, my wife thought he had seen enough, so she let him into the bedroom, saying the light wasn't working. But the bedroom light was LED, and it couldn't be changed. Actually, my wife had another purpose in letting him into the bedroom.

She had previously partially opened the bedside table drawer, which contained our condoms and a vibrator, and there was also one of my wife's bras on the bed. Anyway, I think my wife's hints were very sincere, but I don't know if it was too direct or if the young man was too timid, but in the end, my wife didn't succeed.

But I believe that from then on, in the young man's mind, my wife was definitely a promiscuous slut. Later, as work got busier at the end of the year, my wife's feelings faded.

Unexpectedly, today, things took an unexpected turn. At noon, my wife went out to buy groceries and ran into the young man in the elevator. He offered to help her carry her things, and during their conversation, he learned she was home alone. He walked her to her door, and when he returned her things, their hands touched—who knows if it was intentional or not.

My wife's mind immediately started racing again. She said, "Your older brother's away on a business trip. You probably can't cook by yourself, right? Come over to my place, I'll cook for you." The young man politely declined. Unexpectedly, a little while later, he knocked on the door again, saying he was out of salt and wanted some.

He probably struggled with the decision for a long time before finally deciding to come. The excuse was clumsy, but the wolf was interested, and the concubine wanted it; an excuse was all that mattered.

My wife said, "Then don't bother cooking. I'll cook anyway, it won't make a difference. Come in and eat." (When my wife told me this earlier, I said, "Wow, that's quite a subtle statement!") The young man readily agreed and entered the house.

Since my wife hadn't expected him to come and wasn't prepared, seeing that things were going well, she told him to watch TV in the living room while she changed her clothes.

They say it's easier for a woman than a man to pursue a man. My wife changed into a nightgown in the bedroom. It was a bit like lingerie, made entirely of silk, but with lace around the breasts. While not completely covered by a thin veil, her nipples and areolas were still visible, and a small portion of her white breasts was exposed – even prostitutes couldn't be more voluptuous.

According to my wife, the young man's eyes were glued to her when she came out of the bedroom.

She pretended to go to the kitchen to cook, and the young man immediately followed, claiming to help.

While he said he was helping, his eyes were constantly fixed on her large breasts. (That's my guess.) Then, while they were getting things in the kitchen, my wife deliberately rubbed her buttocks against the young man's crotch, and soon she was aroused.

The young man hugged her from behind, and she didn't even try to hide it or show any resistance, readily wrapping her arms around him. Then they went straight into the bedroom and started making love.

After a round of intense lovemaking, both of them were exhausted. The younger man, fondling his wife's ample breasts, said he'd been wanting to fuck her for a long time.

After resting for a while, the younger man fucked his wife again, then left in a hurry without even eating.

His wife, extremely satisfied, slept for the entire afternoon before finally waking up to video chat with me to report back.

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After the younger man left that day, his wife, perhaps overly excited from successfully seducing him and having her desires satisfied, slept for the entire afternoon. Upon waking, she immediately video chatted with me to report back.

I was definitely hard when I heard it, but unfortunately I had things to do and didn't have time to ask for details.

Otherwise, I definitely would have asked to be sure, and then video-chatted with my wife to masturbate.

Later that night, before going to bed, I chatted with my wife on WeChat and learned that the young man had disappeared without a trace after leaving and hadn't contacted her since.

My wife was anxious all night, constantly imagining her phone ringing and checking it every now and then for messages.

She asked me if the guy wasn't satisfied with her.

I thought about it carefully and realized that the young man probably got his way too easily, and since my wife is practically a local, he might have felt it was all too unreal and hadn't quite come to his senses. Or maybe he felt guilty and was afraid his girlfriend would find out and didn't dare contact her.

Besides, after all these years of my training, my wife's technique is unparalleled, and her oral skills are absolutely top-notch; she could definitely make money off her. We've both been going to the gym, and while our figures aren't as youthful as they were in our teenage years, years of teaching have instilled in us a natural, refined elegance, a mature charm.

A couple we exchanged ideas with once remarked that a woman like my wife, just entering her prime, is the most fun and resilient! I wholeheartedly agree.

So I reassured her, saying, "No cat is immune to lust. Just like a virgin who's just tasted meat, he's bound to be insatiable. There's no reason for him to be heartless afterward. Don't worry, that young man will definitely contact you."

I know my wife; her libido grows daily. Having just tasted a young man, she's bound to be incredibly horny, and a meal or two won't be enough to satisfy her.

But for the long term, I still cautioned her that the first time was too easy for him, so she absolutely mustn't let him get his way again so easily, or he'll quickly grow tired of her.

Later, I learned that after talking to me that night, my wife, recalling the passion of the day, couldn't resist masturbating again.

Sure enough, big boobs mean sluts!

The next afternoon, the young man contacted my wife. As I expected, he'd had his fill of pleasure. While his girlfriend went to yoga, he asked if my wife was home, hoping to use this free time to have a deeper conversation with Xiaoqian.

But my wife refused, saying it wasn't convenient at home. To avoid succumbing to temptation, she stopped contacting him.

I guess he felt guilty, having done something wrong to his girlfriend right at their doorstep, and was afraid of being discovered, so he didn't contact my wife all night.

On Monday, my wife contacted the young man.

He thought she was annoyed by calling him a slut the day before, which was why she hadn't contacted him all night. Little did he know she was just teasing him.

After learning that Xiaoqian wasn't angry, he immediately made his move.

Actually, my wife was just as excited as he was, so there was no reason for her to refuse. She told him they could have a proper "conversation" after work. Unfortunately, the young man was a bit timid and didn't dare use overtime as an excuse to stay out late, which made me underestimate him.

In the end, it was my insatiable, big-breasted slut who took the initiative, saying she didn't have class on Tuesday afternoon and could go to the young man's company at noon. The two agreed to have lunch together.

(Damn, who knows what these adulterous lovers really wanted!) Since my wife contacted him at school, she was careful and deleted the chat history as soon as they started, so I can't share it with you all, and I didn't see it either, what a pity!

On Tuesday, which was yesterday, my wife rushed to the young man's place after class, but unexpectedly, he was even more eager. When my wife arrived near his company, that guy had already booked a room and was telling my wife that he missed her terribly, saying that she was more important than food. That guy's a sweet talker.

But when my wife told me about it, perhaps because she was a little jealous, she thought to herself, "He's taking advantage of a free woman who comes to his door, but he can't even afford a meal. Stingy!"

The two entered the room and, without even closing the door properly, eagerly embraced, sharing a passionate kiss that left the wife dazed and confused. By the time the young man's hand slipped inside her panties, they were already soaking wet.

Since this is just a sharing of what happened, not a novel, I won't go into too much detail.

In short, according to Xiaoqian's report, it was basically like a scene from a movie about infidelity. Their clothes were scattered all over the floor, and they rolled around on the bed for a good time. After resting for a while, they went for a bath together.

Seeing that the young man's girlfriend was only a B-cup, I didn't expect that he, like me, was a fan of large breasts. He offered to lather up my wife's body with shower gel.

In my wife's words, he wasn't just washing her body; he was clearly washing her breasts. His lustful hands practically never left her large breasts.

Before long, her nipples became erect. Only after the young man noticed did he shift his attention to her pubic area, almost bringing her to orgasm.

I don't know if he was deliberately teasing his wife or just listening to her, but when she was almost at her climax, saying no and pushing his hands away, he didn't continue. Then he asked her to wash him and specifically demanded she thank his penis by giving him a blowjob.

His wife claimed she didn't know how, saying she'd never tried it with him before, which only piqued the guy's interest. She pretended to be clumsy and gave him a few strokes.

Actually, my wife's big breasts are quite nice for blowjobs, but after trying them a few times, I found them less interesting than oral sex and didn't do it much. What my wife said was basically true. Then the young man wanted his wife to give him oral sex, which she refused. Later,

after they left the bathroom and returned to bed, the young man again asked for oral sex, and after being refused again, he offered to give his wife oral sex.

Perhaps it's a bit of my own fastidiousness, but although I enjoy my wife's oral skills, I rarely perform oral sex on her. Although I don't mind other men entering my wife's body, I always feel that it's a place other men have been, and if I use my mouth on her, it feels like I'm indirectly giving those men oral sex, which

I find very objectionable. After talking to Xiaoqian about it once, my wife never asked me to give her oral sex again, which was very considerate. So I felt somewhat indebted to her, and I was extra indulgent towards her pursuit of sexual satisfaction. But that's beside the point. Back to the main topic.

I don't know if it's really as my wife said, that the young man's technique is top-notch, or if my wife was just experiencing a long drought, but she was always in heaven.

When the young man asked my wife to give him oral sex again, she didn't refuse, and the two of them started practicing Tai Chi.

Then they began their second round of physical combat. My wife was tormented by the young man in various positions, had two orgasms, and finally collapsed with no strength left, letting the young man mercilessly perform piston-like movements on her.

When the young man's children eagerly left him, both of them felt immensely satisfied (so cliché, I despise my own choice of words). To avoid being late for work, the young man hurriedly left first.

Later, based on my wife's analysis, the young man is probably quite the player, with good skills and stamina. The "good skills" part is probably just my wife's carefully chosen euphemism, to avoid hurting my feelings.

Damn, I'm into the process, the style! I guess the young man was also cautiously "communicating" with his wife, afraid of rushing things.

[The End]

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