Everything for his wife's sexual happiness

My wife and I have been married for three years and haven't had children yet, as we felt it would hinder our careers.

Our feelings for each other haven't changed, but our sex life has gradually
cooled . Plus, I'm often away on business trips, so I've been paying less attention to her. Especially
after a long day, I often fall asleep as soon as I get into bed, neglecting her gentle gestures. Even on the rare
occasions we do have sex, I rush through it and finish quickly.

Days have passed like this, and I've become so carefree that I haven't noticed any changes in her. They were

very subtle changes, and even when I did notice them, I didn't think much of them. For example, she's been taking more
showers and going shopping for new clothes.

Later, an older friend suggested I pay attention to my wife's behavior, saying his wife had told him about it
. His words gave me a jolt. I realized we haven't been making love much lately, and she doesn't seem
to ask for it . Sometimes when I come home from a business trip, the house is spotless, like it hasn't been lit for days
. I've decided to keep a closer eye on her.

One evening, I told her I was going out to dinner with a friend and wouldn't be back until late, asking her not to wait for me.
After , I went out and quietly hid in the second-floor window of the opposite building, watching my own apartment. About
twenty minutes later, she came out wearing her recently bought yellow dress. She hailed
a taxi at the street corner.

I also hailed a taxi and told the driver to follow. The driver gave me a suspicious look but
said nothing, continuing to follow the car in front.

The car stopped at the entrance to Xiaoxihu Park. She got out and walked into the park. I
paid got out, following her at a distance, crouching low as we went into the grove of trees. At the artificial hill,
the woman in yellow stopped. A man who had been waiting there greeted her, and the two walked hand-in-hand towards
the grass by the wall.

I continued to follow, keeping a low profile. The man seemed to look back, then put his arm around the woman in yellow
's waist. They found the innermost spot at the base of the wall, right under the perimeter of the No. 17 Middle School's playground wall, and sat
down . The man in yellow took out a large sheet of paper from his bag, and the two quietly nestled together,
sitting there like a couple in love.

I saw nothing around to get close to them except inside the No. 17 Middle School wall. Thinking
this , I went around to the other side, climbed the wall, entered the school, and then
crept up to them, hugging the wall. Once I got there, I could hear them
talking softly. Their voices weren't loud, but if I listened carefully, I could make out what they were saying.

"When will he be back today…?"

"I don't know, but he always comes back very late whenever he goes out for dinner or drinks…"

"…"

Then there was a rustling sound, probably kissing. The thought of that man sticking his tongue into my
wife's mouth and sucking on it made me furious and want to rush out, but reason calmed me
down.

A minute or so later, presumably after they separated, the man asked again, "After he came back, did you two
'do it'?"

"No, I didn't ask him, and he didn't ask me. He was very tired and went to bed early. It's just that in the morning
, he touched me there with his hand, but I was asleep. I hate it when people touch me at this time, so we didn't do it
..."

I was really angry. I really wanted to do it this morning, but she said she was sleepy and sent me away.
I didn't expect her to come out to see this man tonight.

"Did you miss me? Did you want me to feed you..."

Then there were kissing sounds again, followed by the sound of a zipper being pulled down. The sound was very short, probably
the man's pants zipper, not the zipper of his dress.

"Feel it, see if he misses you..." At this point, my wife didn't speak, but her breathing became noticeably
heavier. She must have been holding the man's penis.

That's what I guessed at the time, but I didn't want her to touch any man's private parts other than mine.
Then there was a rustling of paper. I didn't know what they were doing, but I guessed it was almost
time for the moment I least wanted to confirm. Next, there was the sound of keys, a whole bunch of
them , ringing several times. Finally, it seemed to be placed on the grass and stopped ringing. Then my wife
said, "Take it with you, I'm in my fertile period..."

"It's uncomfortable, it hurts..."

"I'm afraid something will happen..."

The man didn't say anything more. Then there was the sound of plastic being torn.
After a dozen seconds, my wife let out a heavy "Ah..." Then I understood.
A man's penis, wrapped in a thin layer of plastic, had been inserted into my wife's vagina.

Through this 30-centimeter-thick wall, my wife was
having an affair . And this affair wasn't just being taken advantage of; it had broken through the last line of defense,
and the most physical thing had happened.

Several times I wanted to peek over, but I held back, afraid I wouldn't be able to handle it. A very sour, bittersweet
feeling mixed with a rush of heat surged through my body, and then I realized that I
had been erect the whole time.

The two people on the other side of the wall were breathing heavily, clearly and deliberately, mixed with the rustling of paper being shoved around.

"Is it comfortable?"

"Yes, it's comfortable, it's burning inside, it's spicy..."

"Can I do this to you for the rest of my life?"

"Yes, you're much better than him, yours is so thick, it's making me so hard..."

"Yes, do you want me to give it to you? I'll give you all my treasures, okay?..."

"Yes, give it all to me, don't hold back, when you give it to me, thrust in hard, I want it so badly..."

"I'm almost there, do you want it?..." "

Mmm, I want it, thrust harder, I know you're giving it to me..."

"..."

I felt hot all over, all the previous humiliation was gone, all that remained was
the desire fueled by some evil force burning in my brain and every part of my body.

At a certain peak moment, the "plop" sound of their secretions during intercourse could be clearly heard.

When everything gradually quieted down, when I heard the sound of toilet paper wiping, when I heard...
When the keychain was picked up again and hung on a man's belt, I knew it was all over.

I couldn't listen to their next words anymore; only then did I realize my arms had been bitten
several times , unbearably itchy. But I endured it until they finished their whispered conversation and left, heading towards the edge of the grove
. Only then did I retrace my steps and climb over the wall.

I waited by the rockery for a while, until I knew they were far away from West Lake, then I returned to
where they had been.

The large newspaper was still there, though torn in several large pieces, but the surrounding area was clean. I
carefully searched the base of the wall, and finally spotted a small white shadow a few steps away. I went over, picked it up, and
held it in my hand. I went into the restroom by West Lake, squatted down in a stall, and carefully unfolded
the thick wad of toilet paper.

Inside was a long, winding condom. The small pouch at the tip was filled with
the semen that the man had tried to ejaculate inside my wife, but which had been blocked by the plastic. The contents of that thing were practically
mocking my impotence.

I squeezed the pouch; it was still slightly warm. I thought to myself, this man not only took advantage of my
wife but also wanted to ejaculate inside her too. Then I threw it under the toilet seat.

Thinking about how "clean" my wife was tonight, I felt much better. Afterwards, I thought about it carefully. I realized
I was actually a complete slut!

I decided to confront her. Unexpectedly, she didn't hide anything and told me everything honestly.
It was simply that our relationship had a foundation, and I hadn't cared for her enough. As I listened, I began to genuinely feel
guilty towards her.

Finally, she said he was her colleague, and they had always had feelings for each other. His marriage was troubled, and they
had slept together after I went on a business trip, after drinking together. He was very capable, and that was what truly
attracted .

I asked her, "What about me?" She said I was fine in every way, except that it was too short, only a few minutes,
and she felt uncomfortable about it, but she didn't want to say anything for fear of hurting my self-esteem. I was quite touched by her at the time; she was really thinking of me.
But now I'm thinking that sex is indeed very important, especially in modern families.

However, I'm not willing to have each other have affairs. I always feel that doing those things behind each other's backs will inevitably
lead to real feelings developing from sex, and over time, I feel that her having extramarital affairs with one man will naturally
affect . Rather than continuing like this dangerously, it would be better to let her frequently change sexual partners, focusing
her attention solely on sex.

Soon after, we started using the internet, visiting pornographic websites, watching porn, and video chatting,
and we met some new friends and encountered new things. Later, I was attracted to the concept of "couple swapping" and dragged
her into watching these things too. As a result, we thought of finding a mutual friend to rekindle our
relationship, and we decided to give it a try.

The first person I thought of was her colleague, Haidong. My wife was naturally
happy to hear that I agreed, since it had been done secretly before. But outwardly, she pretended it wasn't right. I said, "It's okay
, you can talk to Haidong tactfully and see his reaction." But I was also unsure; I didn't know if
Haidong would find it unbelievable.

On the third day, my wife went out and came back very late. She said Haidong was suspicious and asked if my husband was really
willing. Was he trying to set a trap for me? My wife said she had assured him for a long time before he agreed.
However he said he might not be comfortable with the three of us together and hoped to be alone with my wife.

I cursed inwardly, thinking he was really pushing his luck, but my wife said, "Just agree to him once. Maybe he's
doubting the feasibility of this. Just agree once, isn't that enough?" Thinking about it, she was right. I said,
"Then let's do it on Saturday. Invite him over."

Haidong came to my house on Saturday evening as promised. When we suddenly met, we were both a little awkward. My wife had already
prepared a sumptuous dinner and sat down between us. With my beautiful wife in the middle, the atmosphere eased
considerably. She kept urging us to drink, and we all drank quite a bit, but no one brought up the topic of sex;
we all probably understood the unspoken agreement. My wife had also drunk some, her round face flushed,
making her even more charming between the two men.

When we were almost finished eating, I excused myself to go to the study to use the internet, leaving them alone in the living room. But my ears
were constantly perked up, listening to everything that was happening in the other room. After a while, I guessed my wife had turned on the TV;
the distinctive "squeaking" sound of the small television reached my ears, but there was no background noise. I knew
my wife was playing an adult film. A moment later, I heard the sound of slippers in the living room, followed by a head towards the bedroom. The two men went into
the bedroom.

My heart was pounding. To be honest, I knew my wife was in her own bed, but today
another man was taking my place as a husband. I felt both agitated and nervous. Thinking back to that moment, sitting in the computer
chair felt like a dream, my mind a jumbled mess.

After I calmed down a bit, about three or four minutes later, I forced my heart to stop racing, gently
opened the study balcony door, and quietly crouched down to the large window next to the bedroom balcony. As I'd
hoped, my wife had left a crack in the bedroom curtains. The bedside lamp and foot lamp were both on, and I
could see very clearly through the gap—it was like watching a pornographic film.

The alcohol was working well; Haidong was on top of my wife, and they were passionately kissing. While kissing him, my wife
helped him undress. Perhaps his belt was difficult to undo, so Haidong stood up and took off his shirt and trousers,
leaving his briefs underneath. My wife was also stripped down to only her pink bra; her lower body was
completely naked, and her dark pubic hair looked even more alluring under the lamplight.

My wife's pubic hair was exceptionally beautiful, glossy, and curled like a small, flat tuft of
down. The sides of her vulva were very smooth. My wife was quite full-figured, and the flesh on either side of her vulva was very fleshy, like two
low, fleshy hills nestled on either side.

I knew that when my wife was deeply aroused, a little bit of her labia, like the hem of a scallop, would peek out from her vulva
, curled and wrinkled, sometimes glistening with a layer of love fluid secreted after arousal, coating the vulva and
that exposed part of the hem, like the petals of a bud smeared with honey.

Such a wonderful wife, such beautiful labia—when we first got married, it was my greatest obsession.
Fang, today, was being admired by this man named Haidong. At that moment, a trace of discomfort
squeezed out of my excitement and welled up in my heart.

Haidong, whether he had drunk too much or it was his first time doing this in someone else's house, didn't appreciate
his wife's beauty at all. He just quickly took off his underwear, looked down at the small
opening between his wife's legs, held his penis with one hand, and with the other hand, he parted the walls of
his wife's vulva from the left. He first circled the head of his penis around his wife's vulva a few times, then used the head of his penis to spread open his wife's vaginal opening. Then he
released both hands and pounced on my wife. My wife's buttocks and waist responded by thrusting upwards.

Although I couldn't see that unforgettable moment for me, her husband, Haidong's actions
clearly told me that my wife's body had now accepted another man's reproductive
organ.

(II)

My wife and Haidong were tightly embracing and passionately kissing. Haidong's firm buttocks
thrust against my wife's lower body with each stroke. Under the constant pressure of the man on top of her, my wife gradually spread
her legs wider and wider, finally opening them wide and wrapping them around Haidong's thick waist.
In renewed excitement, she parted and wrapped them up again, her buttocks rising to meet Haidong's thrusts with each movement...

At this moment, I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. My lovely wife was being pressed down by another man,
being wantonly attacked, while Haidong was working hard on top of her, fulfilling his duties as
a husband . He must be very excited, right?

I couldn't help but connect the clattering of keys I heard that day with this scene before my eyes. On the bed,
two bodies embracing each other, it transformed into a pair of lovers going wild on the grass. Was it like this too? Was it the same kind of thrusting? Was it the same kind of pumping? Everything that happened after the keys were removed and placed on the ground was what was happening before my eyes
now, wasn't it? Hai Dong pulled his penis out of my wife's body, then stood on the carpet beside the bed. He pulled my wife 's body towards the edge of the bed, and she pulled down the pillow herself, placing it under her buttocks. She then faced Hai Dong with her wet vulva. Hai Dong held his erect penis, pressing the head down and stroking it against my wife's vulva. He also used his other hand to part one of my wife's labia. In this state, my wife's lips were slightly turned outwards. This time, Hai Dong inserted one end of his penis into my wife's body more easily, with greater . The muscles in her legs were tense, and my wife shook her hair with Hai Dong's thrusts. She then placed her hand on her vulva, separating her middle and index fingers and wedging them above her vulva, allowing Hai Dong's penis to pass between her fingers and enter her body with a tactile sensation. Each time Hai Dong's penis passed through her vulva, it caused my wife's fleshy buttocks to tighten or shudder. My wife was still gasping for breath, one breath at a time. I knew she was about to climax. The only time we both had an orgasm was after watching porn, when she used a substitute she bought to make her feel like she had "fainted ." Hai Dong and his wife had definitely done this before. He knew exactly what was going on with her movements. He used just the right amount of force when inserting his penis. Although he was increasing the speed of his movements, you could tell from the tightness of his gluteal muscles that he was trying to adjust his strength. Hai Dong would also sometimes bend his legs to allow his penis to enter his wife's vagina smoothly and straight, or bend them even lower so that his penis could constantly thrust against the upper part of his wife's vagina. My wife's face turned bright red. She was so aroused by Haidong's skillful techniques that she kept rubbing her clitoris , saying, "Dong, I want... Dong, I want..." Haidong increased the speed of his thrusting. Each time he penetrated deep into my wife's vagina, he would pause heavily and then twist his hips vigorously from side to side, so that my wife could feel his penis, which had swelled to its fullest extent during this legitimate act of entering another man's wife's body. My wife's words became increasingly incoherent, consisting of "ah...ah..." Her buttocks no longer responded to Haidong 's thrusts as readily, and her legs no longer opened and closed intermittently. The legs that had been tightly gripping Haidong's waist began to tremble with the shaking of her buttocks and gradually loosened. Haidong then brought his wife's legs together around his waist, thrusting deeper and deeper into her body with each stroke. Finally, he pressed his body tightly against his wife's trembling form , his expression unreadable—whether it was excitement or pleasure—only the intermittent relaxation and tension of his gluteal muscles could be seen—he had ejaculated! Haidong released all his semen into my wife's body. The two embraced tightly for a moment, then Haidong lifted his lower body and slowly reached into their groin to withdraw his penis from my wife's body. My wife grabbed a pillowcase from the bedside table, pressed it against her vaginal opening, wiped away the semen . Hai Dong smiled at her, took a pillowcase, pulled back his still slightly damp foreskin, and wiped his penis clean. Then he knelt down again in front of my wife's vagina, gently pulled back one side, and carefully began to wipe away the semen that had leaked out. As he wiped, he pointed to the study. My wife nodded, then got up, draped a large nightgown over herself, and walked towards the bedroom door. I quickly sneaked back into the study, pretending to go online, but my heart was pounding. My wife, wearing a bright red nightgown, waved to me from the study doorway, her face still flushed. She seemed a little shy and subconsciously pulled the nightgown tighter around herself. I hesitated because I didn't know how to face Hai Dong. My wife didn't speak, just kept smiling at me. I mustered my courage, got up, and went to the bedroom. Fortunately, Hai Dong was considerate and had already put on shorts and a tank top; otherwise I don't know how embarrassing it would have been to face another man's naked body in this situation. Hai Dong said he was going to take a shower and left, closing the door behind him. My wife lay on the bed, alluring and seductive, her nightgown billowing open, no longer concealing her, revealing the fuzzy little bud I'd always been fascinated . I quickly stripped off my clothes, pulling out my penis, which had been pent up for almost an hour. My wife's eyes were tightly closed, her lips pressed together; the head of my penis was already soaking wet. I parted her thighs and knelt before her. I habitually stroked my wife's short, fuzzy pubic hair; the entrance, recently plowed by Haidong, was still slightly...

Slightly red, her two small, fleshy lips beautifully closed at the entrance to her secret cave, the soft, fleshy labia
gently concealing the spot where their fierce battle had just taken place.

I couldn't resist parting her lips, revealing her pink vaginal walls. My wife jolted at my movement
, involuntarily clenching her vaginal muscles. A thin, foamy liquid clung to the inner rim of her opening—Hai Dong's
semen! I guessed what this residue must be. The complex emotions from before surged back
. In the past, I might have felt nauseous, but today a strange feeling stirred within me,
a nameless excitement.

I couldn't help but lower my head and gently lick the white
, cloudy liquid flowing from my wife's vagina. The fishy, salty liquid was rolled into my mouth by my tongue. I had actually swallowed another
man's semen inside my wife's vagina! The feeling of extreme humiliation left me bewildered, making me lose control of myself
. I buried my head, licking the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid from my wife's vulva... It

was so warm, so wet, so lubricating. I then
thrust in, just as Haidong had done forty minutes earlier. Haidong's semen enveloped my penis, providing
excellent lubrication as I entered my wife's vagina. I thrust in and out of my wife's soft, jade-like body effortlessly.

My wife's vagina had loosened up a bit after Haidong's actions. I prefer
a vagina ; it makes things easier. My wife continued to enjoy herself with her eyes closed. I
worked and moved on her body like Haidong had before, and she began to moan heavily through her nose. The lingering feeling
transformed into a flush that rose again on my wife's cheeks.

The bathroom door rang, and the television in the living room started playing again. Hai Dong,
who had been the host for the previous forty minutes, started watching TV on his own. After a man's "pleasure," the thing he probably wants most is to light
a cigarette and brew a pot of tea. Now, this man has another scene to recall: invading another woman
's body, releasing a part of his genetic fluid into a woman who doesn't belong to him. And
the vagina he manipulated first is now being entered by that woman's legal husband. What will happen next?

Then, in a state of boundless excitement and fervor, I began the final act of our battle. I thrust
my penis deep into my wife's vagina, ejaculating wave after wave of semen into her warm body. Little did she know
that just minutes before, Hai Dong had already ejaculated his equally hot semen. My wife trembled all over, the intense orgasm
making her clench her teeth tightly, her small hands gripping my arm tightly. Her full breasts swayed gently with her trembling body, like
dewdrops on lotus leaves in a breeze. The red areolas surrounding her erect nipples made me unable to resist
lowering my head again. My head began to suckle gently, my wife tightly contracting her vagina to grip my increasingly limp penis,
holding my head and swaying it against her breasts...

My penis finally slipped completely out of my wife's body. My wife lay motionless on the bed. I pulled a
thin blanket over her, then got up to shower. Passing through the living room, I
exchanged glances with Haidong, who was sitting on the sofa. Haidong's eyes showed friendliness, but little did he know that my heart was filled with
conflict after calming down. The bathroom door closed behind me. I turned on the water, my mind blank...

(III)

I didn't like Haidong, but I longed to see their sexual contact. Twice, like a thief, I
spied on them making love, watching Haidong skillfully and expertly manipulate my wife's body, as if
he were in his own home on our bed. He stood under the bed and penetrated my wife, also placing a pillow under her buttocks and penetrating her, making
her lick and suck his penis. In the end, he ejaculated into my wife's body during rear-entry thrusting.

Another time, I lay under the cramped bed, watching my wife and him go to the bathroom to shower.
My wife went back to bed first, and he slipped on my slippers and went into the bedroom. He took off his shoes and got into bed, causing the bed to sag slightly. During their subsequent
vigorous movements, I was constantly worried that the bed would collapse and crush me.

When he got off the bed and stood beside my wife, his hairy legs were just a step away from my face. I
held my breath, listening to the loud noises above me. The man's sweet words made me nauseous,
while my wife responded passionately, saying, "Husband...husband...fuck me to death!"

Their lewd sounds of lovemaking were incessant. At the time, it was very arousing, but later, reflecting on it, I
felt extremely uncomfortable. I honestly told my wife how I felt, and she was also very sad. She
said she knew it was hurting me, and that she was slowly losing feelings for Haidong and would
soon stop seeing him.

However, my wife still couldn't forget Haidong. Later I learned that during the time I was away on business, she and
Haidong had been meeting frequently.

One time when I returned from a business trip, I found a pair of black stockings hanging on the balcony. I rarely wear stockings,
and they're always the same brand—it's my habit.

I asked my wife who had stayed over, and she didn't hide it from me; she said it was Haidong. I asked, "Didn't you say you two had broken up and lost
feelings for each other?" My wife said that when she was busy, she didn't think about him, but when I wasn't around, and Haidong called her or asked
her to go shopping or out to eat, she couldn't control her
impulses , and in the end, she always completely let down her guard.

My wife told me, "Haidong always says, 'Why suppress yourself? Didn't we have strong feelings for each other before?

Weren't you happy?' I thought to myself, 'I've been intimate with this man, so there's really no
need to act so reserved in front of him. It would only make him laugh at me.'"

I couldn't really hear what my wife said after that.
The scene of watching Haidong and my wife make love in my house kept replaying in my mind, making me feel humiliated. But deep down, a strange
pleasure also welled up inside me, alternating between the two, stimulating me and making me feel uncomfortable. Being insulted and stimulated at the same time... Indescribable.

One day in May, I returned home late at night from a business trip. My wife was asleep when I opened the door. I went to the bathroom
to wash up, and habitually glanced at the wastebasket. There it was again, a large wad of toilet paper, layered upon layer. I tried to resist
looking at it , but picked it up anyway. My

heart started racing. Unwrapping the wad, I saw the last few rolls, the dried liquid inside sticking them
together . This sight made my heart sink, a strange, inexplicable bitterness pounding against me.

I knew what it was, but I couldn't help but sniff it—that unmistakable feeling of a man who understood perfectly well.
The sight of her bodily excrement aroused me, mingling with a bittersweet sense of oppression. I left the bathroom and gently
opened the washing machine; a pillowcase was inside. I knew my wife's habits best; she always used a pillowcase
to wipe . I picked up the pillowcase, feeling
the hardened areas where the fluid had dried. I fantasized, yet aroused.

Back in the bedroom, my wife was fast asleep. I pulled back the covers; she wasn't wearing a bra. Her skin was white and smooth, her breasts round and soft,
like plump jade rabbits, nestled against her chest. Such a beautiful woman, yet she had just been
violated and defiled a few hours earlier.

I pondered this as I bent down, inhaling deeply at her entrance. The familiar scent of her body
carried a hot, pungent smell, the afterglow of intense penetration by a man, making me feel hot all over and my head throbbing.
Unable to resist, I quickly pulled down my pants, gently parted my wife's legs, and slowly pressed my penis
against her entrance.

I parted my wife's labia with my fingers and slowly inserted my penis into her slightly parted vulva
, which still had some dried semen on it. My wife stirred, but I didn't care whether she was awake or pretending to
be asleep ; I felt her vaginal walls gently envelop my penis.

I withdrew my penis and lowered my head to her vulva, using my fingers to search for her small, red, erect clitoris inside her slightly parted opening
. I gently rubbed and teased her with my fingers, and my wife's vaginal cavity began to tremble and clench, with slippery fluid
gradually appearing around my fingers.

I rolled over and slowly pressed my hard penis against my wife's vulva again. The fluid had already appeared on
the petals of her vulva. I dabbed at the fluid, and with a thrust of my hips, my penis
entered my wife's warm, soft cavity. I thrust in the darkness, wondering if
the man had done the same thing. Could I continue to
explore and enjoy the vaginal canal that my wife had already fully explored?

My penis searched and thrust within my wife's warm body. I kept feeling another object
moving intensely alongside me—it was Haidong's body, I thought. I felt no discomfort; in this
sensation, my movements became even more vigorous. I arched my wife's legs, enjoying lifting her full buttocks to
allow for deeper penetration.

I was battling with the virtual man's member, competing to see who could
penetrate . I felt that everywhere I went, there were
traces of his weapon's impact. I was effortlessly traversing the passages explored by the previous man; I could feel
the clues he left inside my wife, these clues deeply
imprinted . I couldn't imagine if my wife, in her dozing state, was also comparing, but I couldn't deny that both
men entering her body, one after the other, could give her excitement and pleasure.

My wife's vaginal walls began to clamp, her cavity walls perhaps already adapting to the second
visitor . The impacts were similar, but the difference lay in the man's scent, the angle, the force, and the position. I wanted to
penetrate deeper into her, to surpass the depths reached by a man who had been there just hours before
. I didn't know the outcome of the comparison, but my wife's juices were flowing more and more abundantly. I think she
felt this most keenly; perhaps the sheer volume of her juices spoke volumes about her pleasure. She was like a delicate peach, offering her juicy core to the men who wanted
to taste her.

My wife's full hips began to sway, and her vagina began to rub against me. In this state, I reached my peak of excitement,
violently ejaculating inside my wife's body, which still bore the traces of that man. I held my wife tightly in my arms,
and we reached our climax together.

As my wife embraced and kissed me, she told me about what happened before Haidong left around 1 a.m.

"If he came home late, how would he explain it to his wife?" I said this, intending to sting
my wife and make her clearly understand her place in Haidong's heart.

My wife's excitement hadn't completely subsided, and in the afterglow of pleasure, she recounted a long story from the previous night.

She said that Haidong initially only wanted to take her home, but he hugged her at the door. She was anxious and
angry, afraid of being seen by the neighbors and embarrassed. Fortunately, the motion-activated lights in the hallway were silent and quickly went out
. She didn't dare move, so Haidong suddenly put his hand inside her clothes, kissed her, and began to knead her breasts.

Her wife felt powerless. Haidong then grabbed her hand and made her touch his groin, which was already swollen. His
hand then went inside her pants and quickly penetrated her. Her wife
only realized she was wet when his fingers slid in smoothly.

"And then?" I pressed. "I don't know how I got home. I only know that he was holding me, and
he helped me open the door with his key. Then we were in the bedroom..." Her wife suddenly stopped talking.

I wasn't satisfied and continued to interrogate her. In her description, I felt as if I were in that passionate
scene, "seeing" my wife's clothes scattered on the floor, Hai Dong, without even taking off his own clothes, thrusting his
hungry penis into her already wet and throbbing vagina. My wife's empty lower body desperately needed
the comfort of this man who wasn't her husband. In her moments of intense pleasure, she would instinctively cling to Hai Dong's strong waist…

Finally, I thought of the crumpled tissues in the bathroom, the pillowcase in the washing machine… I couldn't bear to indulge in such
fantasies. My wife, however, was wrapped around my neck, already slightly drowsy. I gently released her
hands from my neck and walked to the bathroom, releasing my pent-up excitement and resentment onto that
pillowcase .

I didn't want Hai Dong and my wife to get too close; I sensed the dampness in the air before the storm. My wife
said she only experienced sexual pleasure with Hai Dong, not feelings. But time and again, she couldn't resist
Hai Dong's sexual advances, and she mentioned him more and more. In our daily life, she might
say things like, "Haidong at work isn't looking well today, is something wrong at home?" or "He told his wife his
clothes looked great on her," and so on.

But in our sex life, when I mention imaginary men taking turns penetrating her, it's always when I
mention Haidong's name that her vagina clenches most tightly, and she's most aroused. I specifically asked her
what it was about Haidong that made her so attached and unforgettable. She said she didn't know, she just felt his
scent was pleasant. The smell emanating from his body and armpits when he was on top of her aroused her even more.
Intense. And his movements were always so gentle and measured; he could
give her the perfect pleasure with his hard, masculine member when her body desperately needed it…

At this point, I began to feel that this man named Haidong was simply a demon. I, who had never taken
this , was now truly beginning to consider the consequences. However, every
time I met Haidong, he always smiled humbly, impeccably dressed, and extremely polite to me. You simply couldn't imagine that
this charming man was the same man who repeatedly undressed my wife and laid her on our
bed, wantonly raping and ravaging her.

Our blankets always seemed to carry the indelible scent of his armpits, and there were always black stockings he had hung out to dry on the balcony
, crumpled pieces of paper in the wastebasket, and many pillowcases he had thrown away. I began to hate this
man , but I didn't know how to vent this hatred. I couldn't tell anyone that he was my wife's lover, whom I had previously tacitly approved of, that we had played games together, that we had even taken turns caressing and penetrating my wife
on our bed . I don't want to argue or quarrel with my wife about this. I like her happy; she feels like a pampered lady, surrounded by two men, without a care in the world, and her laughter fills the house. When I'm home, she's always with me, only occasionally mentioning Haidong's name or other things unintentionally. I can tell she does n't mean it, but her happiness is genuine. Now, she no longer suggests meeting new friends. Even when I sent her a video of her meeting someone, she barely said a word before forwarding it to me and going to watch TV. I feel our marriage needs to change; I can't let Haidong's unique sexual practices and techniques keep her so infatuated.

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