The Secret of My Beloved Wife

I used to have a great salary working at a restaurant, which everyone envied, but the restaurant wasn't making money, so I was fired. During that time, I stayed at home and drove a taxi part-time, while my wife went out to work for the first time, teaching at a nearby junior high school. I had a lot of free time and often did housework.
One day, I found a pile of boxes full of letters, all of which were from me. As I read them, I recalled the happy days when we first met, but after reading only a few, I found a letter from another man, which had just been sent last week. I had no idea that she had other friends and was still corresponding with him. Curiosity led me to start from the bottom and read the oldest letters one by one, but the more I read, the sadder I became.
It turned out she had a close, married man since high school. Besides the usual sweet words, the letters revealed their unusual relationship. Initially subtle, they were like, "I miss you, at night, I miss your most nimble lips," and "Does your heart hurt, or does it hurt somewhere else? Does it still hurt?" Gradually, it evolved into, "I didn't realize you had such a big appetite; next time I'll definitely conserve my energy to satisfy you."
From then on, almost every letter reminisced about their sexual encounters. One letter, the most heartbreaking, mentioned, "Marry him; you'll like me more if you compare." To my surprise, even after marriage, and even in the later stages of her pregnancy, they still had sex at least once a week. Only then did I understand why my wife always said she was tired when I asked.
Discovering my wife's secret was a heavy blow, but it also clarified things I had previously wondered about. Because of her innocent appearance, I had never understood her openness about sex. Although we had known each other for several years before getting engaged and having sex, we often comforted each other since we both lived separately.
I remember not long after we met, we'd already progressed to second base. One time, in a secluded spot on campus, she stripped off her underwear and kept pushing my head towards her genitals. I had no idea what she was doing; she wanted me to give her oral sex.
Her pubic hair was thick and long, forming an equilateral triangle, extending all the way up to her navel and down to her anus. It was hard to reconcile it with her innocent face. I had to carefully part it with my hands. Thinking about it now, it's a little funny. But back then, I was a good student, excited and nervous. I was surprised that in a crowded place, my seemingly innocent wife could be so open—
she liked me to give her oral sex. She had so much vaginal lubrication, even more than my semen. She was also skilled at giving me oral sex. Sometimes, when we were both so close to penetration, she wouldn't let me penetrate, yet she was capable of making me ejaculate with her mouth.
To be honest, I'm not a very sexually active man. Perhaps it was because before I married her, we often had long periods of foreplay, or perhaps it was because she liked to tease me in semi-public places, which gave me a tendency to ejaculate prematurely. Anyway, I'm not entirely sure.
I must admit, our sex life is indeed not very harmonious, especially after being married for a long time. I
often ejaculate within two minutes of penetration. Although she occasionally complains, saying, "I've only just begun," most of the time she just laughs and says it's okay. As a result, we went about six months without sex, and at most once a month. Neither of us was very interested, and she had to watch porn to warm up. I usually relieved myself by masturbating.
After reading her letters, I learned that someone was secretly feeding her. No wonder when I told her to let someone else have sex with her, she would always laugh and say, "Really?"
Since discovering my wife's secret, I have lost interest in driving a taxi. The next day, I started following her, and I immediately discovered that she was flitting from one man to another like a butterfly.
She would drop the kids off at kindergarten at 7:20, then go to teach at a junior high school. Around 10:00, she would drive out of the school gate. I followed her to the 7th Redevelopment Zone in Taichung and watched her drive into a motel, where she didn't come out for almost three hours. I noticed a burly man next to the driver's seat; I later learned he was her school's PE teacher and administrator. We drove back to school, kissing and cuddling all the way.
That night, my wife came home beaming. She kissed me as soon as she saw me, but my heart was pounding. I thought about it all day and couldn't figure out how to respond. I had actually mentioned to her before that she should try to have sex with other people and experience orgasms, but not let me know. But that was before I knew she had a boyfriend, and it was somewhat of a joke, so I was confused.
I immediately told her I wanted to have sex. She said, "Aren't you tired?" I shook my head and started to undress her. She pulled away, saying she needed to shower first. I followed her into the bathroom, and she chased me out. I pretended to be angry (and actually was) and said, "You could look before, didn't you?"
She reluctantly took off her clothes, hesitating when she got to her skirt. I realized she was wearing a sexy see-through panty underneath, with a layer of toilet paper on top. Of course, I immediately knew what was going on, but I still asked her what was wrong. She blushed and said, "I have more discharge today," and immediately threw the toilet paper into the toilet.
I forcefully parted her thick pubic hair with my hand. Good heavens! It was soaking wet. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bathtub to rinse off, then bent down and began licking my penis. What could I say? I came in no time. She laughed and said, "You're too tired." I felt a deep sense of loss, unsure of what to do next.
The third day, I woke up at ten o'clock. My wife had already left, but I knew she would meet her married boyfriend at noon. So I went to their agreed-upon location and waited for her, also in the 7th Redevelopment Zone. Sure enough,
both cars arrived almost simultaneously at noon. My wife got into the other man's car and drove straight up Dadu Mountain. After passing the Taichung Motor Vehicle Office for about ten minutes, the car stopped by the roadside. I had to continue driving for another minute before slowly walking back, afraid she would see me. But when I got closer, the car was empty; I could only faintly hear conversation. I followed the sound to a side path beside the road.
About three minutes later, the sounds became clearer—groans. The two of them were actually having sex under the tree in broad daylight! My wife was standing, leaning against the tree trunk, her buttocks thrusting back, one leg hooked around the man's buttocks. I could see their sides. Penis was going in and out of my wife's pubic area, the "plop, plop" sounds of the impact coming one after another. The man's hand was circling around my wife's nipples…
I finally understood why my innocent wife liked to expose herself in public, and she wasn't embarrassed at all.
Besides my wife's uninhibited moans, which grew louder and louder, I also heard the man say, "Have you hooked up with another man? Do you still prefer my lazy dick, hahaha!"
My wife said softly, "You… oh… oh… the… the best."
I saw the man thrust in and out two or three hundred times before pulling out his penis. It was indeed thick, long, and wet. I thought he was about to ejaculate, but then I saw my wife turn around, strip naked, and spread her clothes on the floor, letting the man lie down. She then spread her pubic hair, straddled his penis, and began to move her hips up and down in sync with his thrusting movements, moaning, "Oh my god! So...so deep...so good..." while caressing her breasts. After about three or four minutes, only "Oh...oh...oh...oh..." sounds remained.
In the sunlight, their behavior was utterly lewd, a shameless live sex show under the open sky. Looking at this obscene scene, I didn't know how to react. My penis had already become erect without my noticing, and I couldn't help but reach down and gently stroke it. After
what seemed like an eternity, I had already ejaculated. The man then trembled as he withdrew his penis, spraying it onto my wife's chest and face. My wife then lay on his chest, panting. From behind, her pubic area was pressed against the man's penis, and it was hard to tell whether it was semen or her vaginal fluid slowly flowing from their point of contact...
The wife said, "You're so amazing! I can't live without you." The man said, "Tell me about your man so I can have some fun." The wife said, "Not only is it not half as big as yours, but it's also getting worse lately. I only suck it a few times before I ejaculate." The man said, "You're such a slut!" The wife said, "Only in front of you."
The two flirted for a while, then my wife turned around and started sucking the man's penis with her mouth. The penis slowly grew larger, and this time my wife sat on the ground, spreading her legs wide to welcome the man's penis inside… At this point, I couldn't watch anymore. Partly, I had already ejaculated, and partly, I still didn't know how to react, so I slowly walked back and drove home.
After witnessing my wife and that man's intense lovemaking in the wild, I had no desire to drive the taxi anymore, so I quickly finished my shift and went home. After showering and cleaning up, I was taking orange juice from the refrigerator when the front door clicked open. My wife was back. She seemed a little flustered when she saw me, her flushed cheeks showing she hadn't fully recovered from her orgasm.
I deliberately glanced at the clock, which showed 2:30, and asked her in surprise, "Don't you have class?" She rubbed her body and said, "Yeah! It's so hot, I want to take a shower first." She went straight to the bathroom, and I immediately followed her in.
Her clothes were indeed soaked with sweat and clung to her body, her entire being reeking of male semen, confirming everything I had just witnessed. She probably hadn't even noticed! But when she saw me standing at the bathroom door, she didn't move and said, "I just helped you out yesterday, are you going to come again?" I could only say it was fine, thinking there was no point in lingering any longer, so I retreated to the living room.
About an hour later, my wife emerged from the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel. She looked like a beautiful fairy. Her large eyes sparkled, her sexy lips were slightly closed, her still firm breasts had two erect nipples, and her thick, dark pubic hair gleamed. Especially striking were her long, flawless legs and her firm, prominent buttocks, which made her appear even more alluring and sensual, as if nourished by male semen.
She seemed cheerful, humming a tune as she dried her hair as she walked towards me. "A colleague is getting married tonight, I might have to go to Huwei. The child is at my mom's, I've already told her she'll take care of him while I'm at work," my wife said with a smile.
"Really? A banquet all of a sudden, how are you going to get there?"
"Please, I haven't been out in ages, a colleague from school is giving me a ride, he's our management team leader, he'll be here soon." She pressed her firm breasts against my back.
I felt very angry, but didn't know who to vent my anger on. "Are you really not satisfied?" My anger almost erupted, but what was the use? For some reason, all I could say was, "I want to fuck you."
My wife laughed and said, "Come on!" Instead, she unbuckled my belt, reached into my underwear, pulled my penis out, and started licking it. I couldn't help but admire her skill; I ejaculated again in no time. This time, she said in a coquettish tone, "Come and fuck me! Ugh, you're so useless. I'll fuck someone else then!" I could only blush.
She continued, "You said I can be fucked by someone else?" I looked at her; she was still very playful. I didn't know what to say, so we changed and showered.
Around four o'clock, the doorbell rang. My wife said, "I'll open the door," and greeted a burly man with a smile. My wife, who wasn't short, looked like a little bird next to him. He looked to be only in his early twenties. Good heavens, this was the man I saw with my wife in the motel for almost three hours yesterday!
My wife introduced him to me, saying, "Our management team leader is also a PE teacher, and a Taekwondo expert. The students are all afraid of him. Getting his protection is no problem at all." The man greeted me politely, but I don't know if it was just my imagination, but I noticed a hint of contempt in his eyes. I didn't think much of it and nodded politely back.
Before we'd even exchanged a few words, my wife grabbed his hand and said, "Let me introduce our home." They walked from the living room to the kitchen, then to the study, and finally into the master bedroom. I remained seated on the living room sofa, observing coldly. Surprisingly, once they entered the master bedroom, they didn't come out again. Just as I was wondering about this, I heard intermittent moans.
I rushed to the bedroom door and peeked inside. Good heavens! The two of them were already having sex! The man was sitting on the bed, and my wife was sitting on top of him with her back to him. Their tightly joined genitals faced the doorway, which I could see clearly. Their pubic hair was matted together with the wife's vaginal fluids; from the doorway, all I could see was a patch of dark pubic hair. Only during penetration, when their genitals separated, could I occasionally glimpse my wife's exposed vulva and a small section of his thick penis. At the same time, the man's large hands were caressing my wife's breasts from behind.
My wife noticed me standing in the doorway, lost in thought. Instead of trying to avoid me, she immediately said, "You're the pervert! I saw you masturbating and ejaculating on Dadu Mountain this afternoon. You tacitly approved of me doing it with someone else. We had planned to go to Huwei together today, have the wedding banquet, and then find an excuse not to go home. But thinking about it, I decided to just lay it all out. You're a pervert... oh... oh... pervert!" As she spoke, their buttocks continued to sway up and down, the sounds of thrusting filling the air.
The man also poked his head out from behind my wife and said to me, "I feel really good having sex with your wife in front of you!" He even spread my wife's legs to show me their genitals and deliberately thrust his penis upwards a few times as a show of defiance.
My wife moaned and groaned, talking incessantly, "I only... only... wanted to secretly... oh... oh... do it, but you already... oh... oh... oh... know, so let's just lay it all out! You... look... look... look at how capable I am..." She tiptoed on the bed, her hips rising and falling with increasing intensity, her vagina rapidly stroking the man's penis.
Next came a long moan, "Ahhh!" indicating she had reached orgasm. Trembling, she turned to kiss the man passionately; he was indeed a master, kissing my wife while simultaneously kneading her breasts, his penis thrusting upwards rapidly, striving to push her orgasm to an even higher level.
After her orgasm, my wife collapsed against the man's chest. He helped her turn so they were facing each other, skillfully keeping his penis inside her vagina throughout, then lifted her buttocks and began thrusting vigorously again. My wife wrapped her arms around his neck, tilted her head back, her long hair almost touching the bed, and kept moaning "oh oh oh" as if she couldn't control herself. I saw the vaginal fluid flowing uncontrollably down the man's penis, soaking a large patch of the sheet beneath his buttocks.
After about seventy or eighty thrusts, the man put my wife down, making her kneel on the bed with her buttocks raised. He held his penis in one hand and spread her labia with the other, inserting it again from behind. I then noticed that the man's penis didn't seem as thick as the one my wife had met with at Dadu Mountain at noon, but the glans was particularly large and very erect. After inserting his penis, he held my wife's pelvis and thrust forward forcefully. When it was fully inserted, my wife screamed, and then the two of them thrust back and forth, coordinating their penetration.
My wife's body went limp, her once-clean skin now glistening with sweat. She no longer glanced at me, only moaning incessantly. Her juices dripped incessantly from her long pubic hair onto the bed. The man, while penetrating her, reached forward to grasp and squeeze her breasts, and she reciprocated by reaching down to caress his scrotum.
I stood there, mesmerized, my mind blank, watching the two naked bodies collide and intertwine before me. My wife's cries were unlike anything I'd ever heard before—genuine moans of pleasure, a wild, sensual release, tinged with a hint of mockery. I was bewildered; had she reached another orgasm? I felt no anger, only a fear of losing her.
Back in the living room, my thoughts were equally chaotic, only the intermittent moans emanating from the bedroom… Finally, I heard the man roar, then my wife's moans gradually subsided, followed by heavy breathing from both of them. I knew things would eventually need to be resolved, but I genuinely didn't know how.
About fifteen minutes later, the two of them came out, still completely naked. The man walked ahead, and I realized I was wrong. Even when his penis was limp, it was still thicker and larger than mine when erect. No wonder my wife was driven to ecstasy by him.
My wife walked behind, semen still dripping from her chest and face. Her full breasts pressed against the man's back, and she started yelling at me: "I can't stand you anymore! You want to have sex but you're useless, you want to make money but you don't have a job. Are you even a man? Let's see who
's the real man! Take off your pants! Did you ejaculate in your pants again?" As she spoke, her hand reached around and grabbed the man's penis. I was shocked. Was this the true face of my innocent wife? I was speechless and could only sit there, covering my face.
My wife continued yelling and tried to pull down my pants. I slapped her, and the man immediately grabbed me, pinning my hands behind my back. He was much stronger than me, and I was instantly immobilized. My wife reached out to pull down my pants, and I yelled, "No...we're husband and wife!" She said, "We're husband and wife, let's see if you can fuck me, husband!"
In a few quick movements, my pants were off, my penis dangling. My wife flicked it with her hand and said, "Tch, compare yourself to others!" I looked at his crotch and said nothing. The man actually grabbed my penis and said, "Ha, so small!" My self-esteem was completely shattered, and I stood there silently.
My wife said to the man, "Never mind him, let's have another round!" The man said, "You little slut, your talk is getting cruder and cruder!" The two of them actually went to the sofa and lay down, licking each other in front of me. I really couldn't take it anymore, so I pulled up my pants and rushed out the door. Sigh! I didn't expect home to no longer be home.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/173940.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=173940&aspx=1

Previous Page : Her request

Next Page : Experience top-quality mature women

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

The Secret of My Beloved Wife

comment Open a new window to view comments