The Art of Sharing a Wife 14

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"So, you're saying you'd allow me to travel with him, which means... tonight, we'll be alone in a room... You're not just being sarcastic, are you...?" Encouraged by me, my wife shyly voiced her thoughts.
The "him" she was referring to was her first love, W.
"No, annoying..." I replied 'deliberately' with an impatient tone—which I've said many times before; but only I knew that 'deliberate' was to mask the turmoil within me.
In this game of cuckoldry, men can separate the physical from the emotional, but women are different.
Before a woman lets someone into her vagina, she might tell herself that she'll kick the man's penis after she's satisfied, but often it's the opposite—the one she kicks—that she can't satisfy her. And… this time, the one who entered my wife's vagina was her first love, who died peacefully more than ten years ago, yet now gave her several orgasms in one night. In fact, according to her, he was her first love, whom she half-heartedly allowed to ejaculate inside her, and who even climaxed again from the hot semen.
Such a first love is a huge stimulus for my wife and me… and a test in itself.
"I won't be angry…" The impatient tone masked something, but some things had to be made clear; the next second: "But you must love me as always." The tone was affectionate.
"Silly girl… I love you the most." My wife said seriously.
"You can love him… but you're not allowed to love him more than me."
"What are you saying? I just… just liked him a little bit… After all, back then, if I hadn't gone to study abroad… maybe now…" Sweetie hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping herself.
"I'm marrying him now," I picked up where she left off.
"Damn it." I feigned forgiveness. "How could you say that... I'm your wife..." she said, playfully punching me.
"Don't you think so too?" I said to my wife, then swallowed the rest of my sentence: "You were the one who said it—acknowledging this possibility."
"No way..." A woman who knows shame is most adorable when she's being wanton.
"No?" I slipped my hand inside my wife's panties.
"No... Oh... no..." she writhed weakly.
"You're all wet." I raised my hand, revealing a glistening sheen on my four fingertips.
"No..." I opened and closed my four fingers close to my wife's eyes, letting her see the strands of her own juices between them, making her more embarrassed the more she denied it.
"Nothing... um... look at this water, for whom is it flowing?
" "You..."
"Are you lying? The water a woman flows for different men tastes different." I suddenly felt I had a talent for teasing others, and continued—
"Just one bite, and I'll know if you're flowing for me, or if you're this wet for Brother W..." As I spoke, my finger slowly moved to my mouth, then I stuck out my tongue, pretending to study it.
"No... don't..." My wife naturally stopped me, then perhaps even she herself felt guilty and amused, and protested, having discovered the flaw in this theory of taste, "How could I possibly taste it?" "
I just know." She played the fool.
"As punishment, you'll taste mine too, and see if you can tell what I'm feeling right now."
With that, I pressed her down, making her kneel in front of my penis.
My wife understood, obediently untied the restraints on my lower body, and opened her mouth.
"Bitter..." she said, referring to the taste.
"Yes, a little bitter..." I said something else.
"Are you jealous?"
"A little, but I'm even more excited."
"Hmm...you pervert...seeing your wife has already...getting ready for a romantic getaway with Brother W, and you still say you're more excited. Aren't you worried that I might get...too much...enjoyed...just run away with him and never come back...?"
"I'm not worried, you just said you love me the most...as long as you don't hide anything from me, I'm at ease..."
"Hmm...uh...I know...uh..."
Watching my wife's head bobbing back and forth energetically, I enjoyed her skillful oral sex while reminiscing about the key stages of successfully reaching this point.
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2.
A few months ago, my wife's first love—Brother W—became a regular in our role-playing.
Although my wife had also played around with other men, regardless of right or wrong, most men who seduce other men's wives and daughters choose between stealing hearts and stealing treasures, and their psychological state tends towards the latter...
after playing around and eating delicious food, they played around less and ate less. Although she didn't say it out loud, I could feel that my wife was a little unsatisfied.
Thus, the role of W-ge in the role-playing game was born, and the story continued logically.
"You slut... what if I told W-ge that you've slept with a bunch of men besides him, ruining your pure image in his eyes?" W-ge's appearance was during intercourse after foreplay.
"No way..." she immediately objected. After all, she was my first love, and we had different ways of playing.
Not only did she object, but she also counterattacked.
"If you tell him, I'll tell him that you love being cuckolded, that you asked me to seduce him, and that he doesn't need to be afraid. He can openly fuck you in front of you while humiliating you. Let's see if you dare!" she said.
"How would you humiliate me?" I asked, my hips sinking lower and lower.
"Say...you're a useless pimp..." She endured my thrusts, saying things that would excite me: "Your wife is in front of you, being fucked by him and you don't even dare to utter a sound..."
"And what else?"
"Your wife has had so many orgasms from him...her body and soul are almost...conquered by him..."
"And what else?"
"From now on...every time I fuck your wife, I won't wear a condom...until I get her pregnant..."
Observing the use of subject and object is one of the easiest ways to grasp the psychological state of the role-player in a role-playing game where the brain is oxygen-deprived.
"She," I asked knowingly, to bring her to a deeper level.
"Your wife..."
"Hmm...if that's the case, how would you respond..."
"Then...let him...cum inside...ah..." Her body swayed up and down from my thrusts, and she said breathlessly.
Breathing is also one way to gauge how aroused she is.
"If that's the case, would you humiliate me with Brother W?"
There was no answer.
"W-ge is in front of me, fucking you while humiliating your husband, calling me a useless pimp, saying you're about to be conquered by him, and that he won't use a condom until he gets you pregnant... Isn't that exciting...?" I summarized it again while fucking, making my wife more aware of the 'scene she was in.'
"Would you join W-ge in humiliating me too?" I asked again.
"Yes..." she finally said.
"Well, now that I'm Brother W, and your husband's right here, how would you humiliate him? Demonstrate..."
"Kiss me..."
"Who's kissing you? Call out my name!"
"Brother W! It's Brother W... Brother W kissed me! Kissed me in front of my husband!" She managed to utter the last part of the sentence with great effort, as if struggling to breathe.
"Okay, brother, you see? It was your wife who asked for it, not me forcing her." As Brother W for the time being, I finished speaking and then French kissed her.
She responded passionately.
"Was it good?"
"Good! I'm dying..."
"Brother, I was with your wife much longer than you were. I only borrowed her for a while. It's been so long, it's perfectly reasonable for me to take her back now..." As Brother W, I also had a talent for blurring the lines between right and wrong.
"..." I, in my silence, naturally couldn't refute it.
"Take off the wedding ring your husband gave you and give it back to him, humiliate him." Anyone who had paid attention to my wife knew that her wedding ring often came loose; no explanation needed.
"Come on, put on both of our rings." I slipped the other ring, which I had prepared earlier, onto her ring finger.
"Now whose wife are you... tell your husband." As I asked, I quickened my pace, the squelching sounds of her juices echoing throughout the room.
"Now... now... I... I'm W's wife! Ah..." Before being swallowed by the immoral pleasure, before being swept away by the vortex of orgasm, before losing consciousness, my wife cried out.
And I only just began to exert myself.
Someone once said that human sexual organs are in the brain.
"Is it good...?"
"I'm going to die... I'm so happy I'm dizzy..." Her eyes were closed, her penis twitching.
I kissed her cold, trembling lips.
"It's not over yet... now W says a sentence, and you repeat after him." Then, before her orgasm had completely subsided, my penis entered and exited again, moderately.
"...What should I say..." Without opening her eyes, enjoying the lingering feeling of her orgasm, she asked in a sultry voice.
"I, Ah W, am willing to marry Xiao Zhen..."
"I..." My wife paused, finally opening her eyes and glancing at me.
But I quickly covered them with my palm, signaling her to keep them closed.
"Say it... let that cuckold over there hear, keep humiliating him, make him masturbate." My penis continued to move in and out, the muscles of her vagina began to soften, no longer as tense as during her orgasm, gripping my glans tightly, sucking on my penis.
It wasn't just moving in and out, but thrusting.
"Ah... ah... I... Xiao Zhen... am willing to marry Brother W..." After I had been deeply penetrating her for a while, my wife cooperated.
"Regardless of wealth or poverty, fat or thin, we will love each other." Thrusting.
"Regardless of wealth or poverty... fat or thin... we will love each other... ah..." being thrust into.
"Whenever I, Ah W, ask... Xiao Zhen will make love to me, Ah W... I have the right to use her body..." rapid thrusting.
"No matter when Brother W asks... Xiao Zhen will... have sex with... Brother W... the right to use her body belongs to... Brother W..." She was being thrust into rapidly.
"If Xiao Zhen gets pregnant with my child in the future... no matter who objects... she will give birth to the child..." *Slap slap slap slap
* "If I get pregnant with... Brother W's... child... ah... no matter who... objects... I will give birth to... the child... ah..." *Sizzle sizzle sizzle* "Exciting,
isn't it... huff?" I was also a little breathless.
A blush rose beneath my wife's white skin, glistening with sweat, like a thin, wine-red mist emanating from her skin.
"I... am going to die... it's really... too exciting!" My wife's eyes were unfocused as she gasped for breath.
"Come on, tell your husband you want a divorce, marry me, Brother W, and have children..." I knew she was about to explode again; it was time to play even more intensely.
Although some words are taboo for certain people in general, but—
"Husband... let's get a divorce... I want to marry Brother W and have children... ahhh!!" At this moment, she couldn't think about what she should care about, because she was just one step away from breaking the record for the climax. In order to cross that line, she threw away all moral shackles and smoothly recited the sentences that were considered taboo by the outside world.
"Tell him not to turn his eyes, to watch you open your uterus, to let me shoot into your uterus, to let you get pregnant."
"Ah!! Don't say it! Husband, don't turn your eyes! Watch me open my uterus, to get pregnant with Brother W's child! Ah!!!" Has she already reached the point of interpreting the sentence in her own way? But this also shows that the wife's mind has been stunned by the climax.
"Let your husband raise my bastard child for Brother W, and you continue to let Brother W ejaculate inside you every day, and keep giving birth to Brother W's children." I couldn't help it either, and while I was happily shooting into my wife's vagina, I said the last line of the script.
"Let my husband raise W's bastard child! I'll keep letting... W ejaculate inside me every day! Nonstop! Nonstop... to... give birth to W's child... Ahhhhh!!!" She shouted with her last breath, not caring if the obscene content would burst out the door and be heard by others, anyway, it was to fulfill the ending of my script; then, her back arched, her eyes rolled back, and saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth as she spoke.
This lack of decorum was, in my opinion, the most beautiful form.
"Was this role-playing enjoyable?" My exhausted little brother was still lying in her wet, collapsed hole. I asked.
"..." She didn't respond anymore, only making nasal gurgling sounds.
"Enjoyable, because this isn't role-playing..."
Looking at her, exhausted and fast asleep, I answered myself—

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