[A Record of Couples' Social Interaction in October 2015] [Author: The Emperor's New Clothes]

Author: The Emperor's New Clothes
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My wife is almost eight months pregnant with our second child, and I'm burning with desire. But seeing her increasingly heavy body, I have
to suppress my urges and spend my nights touching her breasts to pass the time.

Unexpectedly, my wife's temperament has changed drastically recently, and she's even stopped touching her breasts every night. I'm helpless, and I don't dare
offend her, so I spend my days hanging out on online forums to pass the time. Let me tell you about my most recent couples'
social event before my wife became pregnant.

A netizen named "Years Like Songs" (referred to as "S"), a primary school teacher in this city, met me on a couples' forum website. After
some initial probing and getting to know each other better, we gradually became familiar. S had also participated in couples' social events and told me that his wife was quite open-minded
. I was mainly attracted to his wife's large breasts, as I'm quite obsessed with large breasts. My wife,
on the other hand , was quite the opposite. Although she had also participated in a few couples' social events, she was still not very open.

Here I want to clarify something: the couples' matchmaking events my wife attends are different from those of other couples
on the forum. Other couples let their wives look at the other men's profiles beforehand, and only those they like are chosen
for the event.

But I'm different. I consciously choose men that my wife doesn't usually
like : for example, men who look like migrant workers or other people from the lower rungs of society (this isn't meant to discriminate against migrant workers).
Also, since my wife has said she likes handsome and successful men, I consciously choose men who are less attractive,
or even less attractive than that. Although my wife
is sometimes disappointed after seeing the men, she's generally accepting of them, and we always end up successfully meeting them.

Afterwards, my wife doesn't complain that she doesn't like the men I choose. For example, if I tell my wife that I've arranged a
matchmaking event for a couple next week, she'll just give a soft "hmm" to indicate agreement, without asking who it is or wanting to see
what .

If my wife disagrees, she'll say she doesn't want to go. At that point, no matter how much I plead, she won't agree.
But once she says "uh-huh" in agreement, she'll go to
the social event regardless of what the other person looks like.

She knows I enjoy watching other men have sex with her, but she doesn't know I have a deeper reason: other
couples want their wives to be happy and fully enjoy sex while also having
sex

with the other couple's wives .
It doesn't matter if I have sex with other men; I enjoy watching my wife being with other men, especially the type of men she doesn't usually like. And I don't enjoy
seeing her reach multiple orgasms while being with other men. I enjoy watching her reluctantly have
sex struggle, her initial resistance,
her passivity, and finally her awkwardness as she reluctantly cooperates.

I know I don't have a sadomasochistic fetish, but I can't explain why I have this feeling.
Maybe it's fate!

Getting back to the point, S himself wasn't particularly handsome; he was the kind of short, thin man,
about the same height as my wife. Having seen photos of my wife before and quite liking her, he kept urging me
to a blind date. As usual, after consulting my wife, we finally set it for next week, around
late October 2015.

On the day of the blind date, watching my wife slightly get ready in front of the mirror, I was incredibly excited: finally, I could
see my wife being with someone she didn't like again.

Women are really strange. They often tell me they don't like this kind of man or hate that kind of man, but then
they end up sleeping with men they don't like. Maybe women are just creatures of contradictions. My wife is the same.
After experiencing couples' activities, she might forever be curious deep down about what kind of man will sleep with her next
, like someone addicted to drugs. She knows it's wrong, but she's still deeply involved and can't stop...

The autumn night was a bit chilly. My wife sat in the passenger seat, her eyes slightly closed, seemingly resting
. She was wearing a light brown fitted cardigan and jeans, very casual and
relaxed . Looking at her curvaceous figure, and thinking about what was about to happen, I sped up.

It's strange that my wife never talks to me about her experiences after couples' activities. Sometimes, even when I ask her how she feels,
she avoids the topic. If she's satisfied with the activities, she should talk to me about it, maybe even actively choose
a male partner . If she's not satisfied, she should refuse the game. But my wife does neither. As I often tease her
, she's neither proactive nor refusing; she's always passively accepting.

However, this is also why I love these social gatherings. If my wife actively requested these games, I
think I might lose my passion and excitement, and then the games would end...

We arrived at the hotel quickly and went into the room. My wife silently followed behind me and sat close to me
without saying a word . This was her usual behavior, and I was used to it.

I called S and told him our location. While I was on the phone, my wife silently
watched TV in the room, as if I didn't exist.

Soon, S arrived...

When I opened the door, I found that only S was there. After entering the room, S explained that his wife
had something and would be arriving in an hour or so. He was afraid we would wait too long, so he came first and hoped we would understand.

S looked my wife up and down as he spoke.

I smiled and said it was okay. Actually, I had already noticed that S's eyes lit up when he looked at my wife. Perhaps he didn't expect my
wife to be even more beautiful in person than in photos. At the same time, although my wife pretended to watch TV when he entered the room, she actually
secretly glanced at him.

I invited S to sit down, and S sat down on the other bed without hesitation and then started chatting with me.

It was clear that S had a wealth of experience in socializing, even far surpassing mine. Perhaps because he was a teacher, S
kept referring to my wife and her siblings as "brother and sister-in-law" while chatting with me, trying his best to build rapport with my wife.

My wife, as always, only gave him a few words of reply and didn't really engage.

Just as the atmosphere was getting a little awkward, S's wife called to tell us she would arrive in about half an hour.

Since we were missing a female companion and my wife wasn't taking the initiative, I was just figuring out how to start the exciting moment
when S suggested we take a shower first. As he spoke, he couldn't wait to glance at my wife out of the corner of his eye.

I followed up on S's suggestion and suggested that my wife go take a shower first. My wife hesitated for a moment, but still went hesitantly.
Once inside the bathroom…

while my wife was showering, S asked me if she was unhappy with him, given how quiet she was.

I told him it was always like that, and jokingly added that I was waiting to conquer her, and if she dared to give me a hard time or
be rude, I should teach her a lesson in bed.

S chuckled dryly and said his wife would be there soon, asking if he could go in and shower with her. I
told him yes.

My real purpose wasn't to sleep with his wife, but to see my own wife being with someone she didn't like.

S hadn't expected me to agree so readily. Couples' get-togethers are different from threesomes; for fairness, all
four of us need to be present.

After getting my permission, S happily ran to the bathroom, pushed the door open, and then backed away.

The door was locked.

S was a little embarrassed, and I was a bit surprised too; it's uncommon for hotel bathrooms to have locks. I went to the bathroom door
and quietly called for my wife to open it.

I tried to keep my voice down so others wouldn't hear, but I knew she could.

I called for a while, but my wife still didn't open the door. I was at my wit's end. Just as S and I were about to discuss what to do by the bed,
the bathroom door slammed

open… S glanced at me, quickly took off his clothes, winked at me, and whispered, "For someone like your wife
, we men have to take the initiative. Sometimes we have to be shameless."

After saying that, S strode towards the bathroom, pushed open the door, and went in…

My penis slowly hardened. What were S and my wife doing in the
bathroom the running water; I couldn't hear anything else.

I tried my best to control the urge to peep, as that would make me seem disgusting. Sitting on the edge of the bed,
my mind wandered to the steamy scene between my wife and S in the bathroom…

“Snap!” The bathroom door opened again, and my wife came out alone, wrapped in a towel. Seeing me
watching her, she smiled shyly at me, and without taking off the towel, she crawled onto the bed where I was sitting, covered her head, and hid
under the covers…

I went into the bathroom, and S smiled mysteriously at me, whispering that my wife was bald. I told S that she
had shaved her hair earlier.

S said to strike while the iron was hot, because my wife, despite having participated in blind dates before, always seemed
too shy loose, and we needed to get her into bed quickly, otherwise things would get complicated. He told me to stay in the bathroom for a few minutes to give him and my
wife time to get to know each other. So, I ended up alone in the bathroom imagining what was happening outside…

I waited a few minutes, then quietly left. When I came out, I found S already in my wife's bed,
both of them covered by the blanket. I could only see my wife's legs and half of S's head sticking out.

Later, S told me that after he got into bed with my wife, she wouldn't let him lift the blanket. He said S was making
a lot of movements under the blanket, probably touching my wife's body. My wife was hiding under S, only her flowing hair visible.
The towel on my wife was already outside the blanket, meaning S had probably stripped her naked and was now on the bed,
wantonly ravaging her.

I desperately wanted to see what was happening under the covers, but the blanket blocked my view. I could only
tell from S's movements that he was on top of my wife, his head on her chest, definitely sucking on her
tender nipples...

S's head was moving all over my wife's body, and I seemed to hear her deliberately suppressed moans. Gradually, from the angle of
the blanket I could see that S's head had moved to my wife's lower body. With S's movements, the blanket was also
pulled down by him, and my wife's head was exposed... Then came my wife's pink and fragrant shoulders... and then
her two firm and beautiful breasts, which were slightly raised because she was lying flat on the bed.

The erect nipples were glistening, seemingly from S's saliva residue. S was diligently licking his wife's genitals under
the covers His wife's upper body was completely exposed, her hair disheveled, head
slightly tilted back, eyes half-closed, mouth slightly open, tongue occasionally licking her lips, her moans gradually growing
louder…

I was completely absorbed in watching my wife's alluring state. S was truly an expert; he quickly discovered my wife
's weakness and worked even harder on her genitals…

my wife's physiological characteristics … I knew very well that she would get excited as long as a man played with her genitals. Many times, I
could bring my wife to orgasm just by
using . Just as she was in a trance, S's phone rang...

The two of them on the bed were startled, brought back to reality from their dream. My wife opened her hazy eyes, turned her head and saw me
staring at her intently. Her face flushed, she grabbed the blanket and pulled it over her head, hiding herself and her head under
the covers...

S crawled out from under the covers, naked, and answered the phone. I looked at S and found it a bit funny. Was
n't it stuffy to be giving my wife oral sex under the covers like that?

However, I was still a little impressed by the way S's erect penis was. I really couldn't tell. S wasn't very tall,
but his penis looked quite powerful. I didn't expect such a large thing to be on such a small body
. Even I, who am relatively muscular, felt a little inferior.

S smiled at me and said his wife had arrived and was waiting for him in the hotel lobby. S asked me to go pick her up.

I smiled knowingly and went out to meet S's wife. I knew very well that S wanted to spend some time alone with my wife;
it seemed he was planning to thoroughly enjoy this beautiful and charming young woman today.

I arrived at the hotel lobby; it wasn't crowded. I had seen photos of S's wife before, so I quickly found her. S
's wife recognized me and smiled at me gracefully. We went into the elevator one after the other and headed straight to our room.

As soon as we entered the room, S's wife and I heard S's rapid breathing and my wife's soft, panting breaths.

S's wife seemed a little surprised that they were already playing around. We went into the room, and what I saw made my blood boil:
S had already spread my wife's legs wide open and was kneeling in front of her genitals, using his fingers and tongue to explore her
. Hearing us come in, S turned around and greeted us. My wife struggled to close
her legs, but S forcibly held them down, preventing her from doing so. Embarrassed, my wife closed her eyes tightly, unable to look at us.

S said, "Go take a shower."

Not wanting us to interrupt him, S quickly told us to go shower, and S's wife and I went into the bathroom together.

The rest of our passionate encounter in the bathroom will be described in another article…

Final battle: When S's wife and I came out of the shower, S had already started having sex with my wife. After we finished…
After that, S was still having sex with my wife. S's wife and I watched for a while. S's wife went to shower and wash up first, then I went to shower
and wash up. When I came out after showering and washing up, I found S still having sex with my wife. Eventually, my wife was under him
, quietly begging for mercy, saying she couldn't take it anymore. Finally, S put my wife's legs on his shoulders and thrust into her in a doggy-style position, using a
condom . He didn't change positions the whole time (my wife refused to change).

There was a little incident in the middle: while S was having sex with my wife, it started to rain. S suddenly turned to his wife and said, "
I forgot to bring in the laundry. I wonder if it'll get wet."

Before we could react, he continued having sex with my wife. I laughed so hard I almost peed myself.

[The End]

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