My Beloved Wife's Beauty and Lust (1-2) Author: netfere

Author: netfere
Published on: November 6, 2013 Word
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"Honey, he wants me to go on a business trip with him tomorrow. Do you agree?" My wife asked
me while putting on a face mask.

"Where are we going? How many days?" I asked, putting down my book.

"He's going to Shanghai, maybe three or four days!" my wife replied.

"So, do you want to go or not?" I asked.

"If you agree, I'll go; if you don't, I won't!" my wife said, letting me choose.

"If you want to go, I'll agree; if you don't, I won't," I
said, .

"Okay! Then I'll grant your wish and go!" my wife answered directly.

"Come here," I said to my wife.

"What for?" my wife asked as she climbed onto the bed.

"If you go on a business trip with him for so many days, isn't that letting him off easy?" I hugged my wife.

"Aren't you jealous?" my wife asked playfully.

"I'm so jealous! Maybe you shouldn't go," I said.

"You're jealous my foot! You're just pretending!" My wife raised her voice. "You must
be really excited about me going on a business trip with him, right?"

"Aren't you enjoying this feeling of being in love right now?" I countered.

"It's alright!" my wife replied.

"You're being hypocritical. What have you been doing behind my back with him lately?" I asked.

"Making love!" Hearing my wife's undisguised answer, my heart skipped a beat, and my penis started to swell. I
instinctively pulled down my underwear to straighten my penis, otherwise it would feel a little uncomfortable.

"When was the last time you two did it?" I pressed my wife.

"This afternoon, after we did it he asked me if I could go on a business trip with him." My wife said bluntly again.

"Ah! You went again this afternoon! Where?" I started to get excited.

"I won't tell you, I'll text him first." Saying that, my wife took her phone, typed
a message, and wrote: "I can go on a business trip with you tomorrow." Then she sent it.

"You two were having an affair again this afternoon?" I pressed.

"Yeah! You like it, don't you? What's wrong, are you jealous?" my wife said.

"Yeah! I'm so jealous," I replied.

"I don't think you're jealous at all, you're just excited, you pervert," my wife said.

"Yeah! I'm excited," I said, pulling my wife's hand to my genitals.

"You're hard already?" my wife said, grabbing my penis and saying, "You're such a pervert, you get excited when you hear your wife having sex with
someone else ."

"I am a pervert! You're a pervert too, cheating on me and telling your husband," I retorted.

"But you're the one who made me cheat, I was just satisfying your perverted desires," my wife
said defiantly.

"Then tell me what you did this afternoon?" I asked, still not giving up.

"Want to hear?" my wife asked.

"Yes, I want to hear! I want to see how you get horny," I replied.

"Want to hear! I won't tell you!" my wife teased me on purpose.

*Beep, beep, beep*, my wife's phone beeped with a message. She opened it and saw
the message: "Great, darling! I love you to death! I'll drive over tomorrow, where should I pick you up?" After reading it,
my wife replied: "After 9 a.m., after my husband goes to work, come pick me up from my house
!"

"You two adulterous women, cheating on each other in front of your husband!" I said sternly.

"Honey, you're so good!" my wife suddenly changed the subject.

"How am I good?" I asked.

"You let me cheat on you! That way I can relax and enjoy the feeling of being in love, without any
pressure ," my wife explained.

"Now you know how good I am? Before, you were so dramatic," I said. As we

were talking, another text message came: "Darling, what are you doing? I miss you again." They started
exchanging messages back and forth, and I teased my wife as I read and commented. The following are their messages.

Wife: "What do you miss about me?"

Him: "I want you." Wife: "You want me again? Didn't we just have that this afternoon?"

Him: "Yeah, I can never get enough!" Wife: "You men only know how to want, you're all lustful devils
." Him: "Hehe, didn't you like it a lot? You kept saying 'want, want, want' in bed." Wife
: "Starting tomorrow, I'm yours, I'll give you whatever you want." Him: "I want you right now,
making love with you is so good." Him: "Do you like making love with me?"

Wife: "It's alright!" Him: "What are you doing now?" Wife:

"Lying in bed texting you." Him: "Is your husband not home?"

Wife: "Watching TV in the living room! He'll come in soon." Him: "Oh, then how about we leave it at that for now
? After we go to Shanghai tomorrow, I'll take good care of you, make you feel like you're dying and coming back to life." Wife: "I'm afraid you
won't be able to handle it !" Him: "No, I'll die for you." Wife: "Okay, I'm logging off now, see you tomorrow
." Him: "Goodnight, give me a kiss." My wife was chatting with him while responding to me. I said, "You're grabbing my big cock
here , and flirting with some random guy over there. Aren't you slutty?"

"Honey, I want it," my wife replied, not responding to my question.

"Didn't he fuck you enough this afternoon?" I asked.

"I like you fucking me, I like your big cock," my wife said, starting to get aroused under my ministrations
.

I started to lick her genitals.

"Oh...honey, so good...oh..." my wife began to moan uncontrollably.

"Did he lick you this afternoon too?" I asked as I licked.

"Mmm!" my wife replied softly.

"How many men have licked your cunt?" I began to verbally abuse her with vulgar language.

"Many, many men have licked me. Ah...honey, I want it..." my wife began to feel a little confused and infatuated.

"Want what?" I asked knowingly.

"Want you to come inside," my wife answered impatiently.

"I like to hear lewd answers, what do you want?" I continued.

"I want you to fuck me, I want your big cock to fuck me." My wife started to get lewd.

"Your cunt was just fucked by someone this afternoon, I'm not going to fuck your dirty cunt." I said deliberately.

"Husband, I want... I want you to fuck my rotten cunt. Hurry..." My wife was eager to beg for sex.

I flipped her over, pressed her down from behind, and inserted my cock. I started
fucking her while asking, "Why are you so wet? Did he fuck you like this this afternoon?"

"Mmm... ah..." My wife moaned.

"How did he fuck you this afternoon?" I started to fantasize about my wife being fucked by someone else, imagining her
moaning under someone else's crotch...

"Just like you fuck me." My wife started to cooperate obediently, afraid that I would stop thrusting at this moment.

"Is it good?" I asked my wife.

"Mmm, so good, honey, I can't take it!" "Do you prefer me fucking you or him fucking you?"

"I like both, I like you both fucking me." "Do you want me to fuck you with him?"

"Okay, one in my pants and one in my mouth."... Amidst a string of lewd words, both of them climaxed
.

"Your sex drive is much stronger than before, isn't it?" I said to my wife after resting for a while.

"Really?" my wife asked back.

"Didn't you notice? You did it this afternoon, and you were all fired up again tonight." I said, "
Did you ?"

"No." my wife denied it.

"Did you? Not even a little bit?" I asked, pretending to be serious.

"A little bit, but you reminded me." my wife said.

"You little slut!" I said in a teasing tone.

"I'm going with him tomorrow, aren't you jealous?" my wife asked me seriously.

"To be honest, I'll feel a little jealous, but as long as you're happy, I won't mind, as long as
you don't do it for real." I replied.

"No, I'm just playing around, don't worry," my wife replied somewhat casually. "But
I don't think you really want to make me happy, you're just using me to satisfy your perverted desires and get excited, right?
"

"Sigh, I've asked you this so many times, and you still won't let it go?" I said impatiently
.

"I just don't understand what you're thinking," my wife said.

"If you can't understand, then don't think about it. Just think about whether I've stopped loving you because of this, right? No,
our relationship is better than before, isn't it? Our sex life is more harmonious and passionate, and you've enjoyed
more happiness, satisfying my perverted desires too," I said again, repeating the same old tune.

"Okay, I can't argue with you," my wife gave up.

"Honey, don't keep thinking about this. Just go for it while you still have someone who wants you,
otherwise it'll be too late when you're old and faded," I said.

"Yeah, if you're willing, why wouldn't I?" my wife agreed.

The next day, my wife went to Shanghai with her lover, Arong, as promised. Thinking back on the journey so far, I
sometimes feel melancholic, and I can't quite understand why.

My wife's name is Xiaoqin. She's 32 this year, 1.63 meters tall, and weighs 47 kilograms. She has a beautiful figure,
especially when she wears a cheongsam. It accentuates her curves perfectly, highlighting the graceful figure of an Eastern woman. Her large
breasts, covered by the cheongsam, seem about to burst out. Her slender waist is perfectly positioned at the bottom of her curves
, connecting to her full hips. Her long, slender legs are exposed along the slit of the cheongsam. The curves
from the front and side are absolutely captivating. Combined with my wife's unique allure and mature womanly charm, she is definitely
a stunner in the eyes of men.

But my wife has always been very traditional, with a strict upbringing. She is usually very proper and well-behaved. She and her sister are the same,
and both of them married their first boyfriends directly, showing a strong belief in lifelong fidelity.

The more beautiful and ladylike a woman is, the more I want her to be wanton in bed, moaning under a man's crotch.
When I first met my wife, I often harbored this wicked thought. After marriage, this evil desire began to spread, and I
slowly found myself fantasizing about my beautiful wife being raped by others. Every time we made love,
I would reach orgasm within this fantasy. This desire intensified under the stimulation of cuckoldry articles online, so I began to "
train" my wife. While outwardly refined, I became increasingly lewd in bed, and my wife gradually adapted and cooperated.

At first, I naively assumed that my wife also enjoyed this verbal lewdness, but then one time during
sex , I asked her if she wanted someone else to have sex with her. At first, she just cooperated by saying yes, and then I said
, "Then go seduce a man to have sex with you; I want to see you being fucked by someone else." She suddenly flew into a rage, calling me a pervert
and threatening to leave home and divorce me. I panicked and didn't know what to do.

She said that it was one thing for her to say random things before, but I kept going too far. After that, we had a
three-month cold war, during which I tried to have sex with her several times without success. Things calmed down a bit afterward, and I never dared to mention it again. Even
during sex, we wouldn't talk, and our sex life became increasingly disharmonious, turning into a routine.

Things took a turn for the better after one unpleasant incident. One time, I was reading a cuckold's novel online, and when she
found out it was that kind of content again, she thought I was terrifying. After a huge argument, I calmed down a bit and
wanted to talk to her properly. No matter what, it was better to say it than not.

"Xiaoqin, I want to talk to you properly. If we don't clear this up, I think we'll both harbor resentment.
Please calm down and listen to me. After I finish, you can decide whether you want a divorce or I should change, okay?" I said earnestly
.

"What do you want to say?" my wife didn't object.

"First, I admit that some of my thoughts are terrible, and I'm very sorry that they hurt you. But I
hope you can understand these perverted thoughts," I began.

"I don't want to know about this twisted idea!" my wife replied firmly.

"Don't rush me. Even if I'm sick, you can at least try to understand why. If you really can't
accept it, I promise I'll change. If I can't change, and you want a divorce, there's nothing I can do." I made
a final effort. Then I showed
her all sorts of things about cuckoldry and wife-cuckoldry from the internet, and listed some dubious arguments, finally revealing my own psychology to my wife. She looked...
Afterwards, I said, "You bunch of lunatics, don't ever think about these kinds of nonsense again."

This happened three years after our marriage, and then another three years passed. During that time, we lived peacefully, but
my feelings remained unchanged. We just stopped talking about it. When we made love, I was very careful
about what I could and couldn't say. Of course, our sex life became increasingly bland, often only
once or twice a week or two, or even none at all.

In 2010, due to a job transfer, we moved to a different city. My wife rarely used QQ
, but that year, because of the job change, she needed to use the software and started using it more often. It was during this time that
she met Arong online. (In a sense, the internet is really dangerous. For men and women, cheating online
is only a matter of time.) Later, I found out that this man had also pursued
my wife relentlessly for over a year before finally winning her . It was because our relationship had become increasingly mundane that he had the opportunity to cheat.

For a while now, my wife has started to change. She's started discussing infidelity with me
. At first, I didn't realize it. One time, she was online at home and went out without closing QQ.
When I came back, I saw she had a new message—a man's avatar was flashing. Curious, I clicked on it and discovered
the truth. Because there weren't many chat logs at home, and they were intermittent, it's likely the main chats were on her office
computer. However, I could already tell the general outline: First, my wife had a strong liking for him.

Second, they had already met and were friends in real life.

Third, he had started seducing my wife, saying some obviously flirtatious things, but it was clear
they hadn't had sex yet.

After discovering this secret, I had mixed feelings. To be honest, I love my wife very much; it was just
this feeling that was getting in the way. But instantly, I also felt excited and thrilled. So, I wouldn't expose her.
I started to have a plan: to let my wife take that step herself. After that, in
some , I intentionally or unintentionally conveyed my attitude towards infidelity. In short, as long as
family is the priority, I don't oppose a little more passion and romance in life. If you're willing, I won't object;
physical fidelity and emotional fidelity are two different things.

Later, my wife told me that with my tacit approval, she started accepting Arong. Once, she secretly told me
that she had sex with Arong while shopping on the weekend. But I found out about her infidelity
during She started to prefer me to be on top of her from behind, as it made it easier for her to orgasm. Although we had tried
this position before, she wasn't used to it. Also, her oral sex skills had noticeably improved. I should have known
what , and it had happened more than once or twice, but I never said anything.

Six months after this, the quality of our sex life improved significantly. After one intimate moment, I asked my wife
, "Don't you think our sex life has become much more harmonious lately?"

"Really?" my wife denied.

"I think you've become even more horny!" I said bluntly.

"Nonsense! It's still the same." my wife still denied it.

"Your oral sex skills are better than before, and you orgasm more easily when I fuck you from behind. How
come ?" I got straight to the point.

"Really?" My wife started to get embarrassed, her voice a little nervous.

"And also, you really enjoy me licking your genitals now. Every time I lick you, you can't control yourself." I
persisted .

My wife stopped talking, looking a little flustered, her gaze becoming unfocused. When I looked into her eyes, she
immediately turned away and said, "I'm tired, I want to sleep." After some internal struggle, I thought, maybe I should just ask
directly . If my wife couldn't accept it, I'd say it was based on her changes, that I guessed, and then tell her I wouldn't be
angry with her for it.

"Wife, have you been cheating on me?" I hugged my wife from behind and asked softly.

Hearing my question, she trembled slightly, then turned around: "You knew?"

I smiled slightly and replied, "I guessed. But don't be nervous, I won't blame you!" Seeing that
my wife didn't respond, I steeled myself: "You know I'm a pervert, so I won't be angry."
Hearing this, my wife suddenly said, "You don't care about me at all." Then she struggled to break free from my embrace.

I said sullenly, "Sigh, you women! Men, if you're generous, you say you don't care; if
you're petty, you still have to cheat. What are you trying to do!" Then I gave some so-called reasoning, and finally
added, "It's okay if you cheat physically, the key is not to cheat emotionally. If you can handle it, I won't interfere
; otherwise, I won't agree.

" "Then how did you know I cheated?" my wife suddenly blurted out.

"I guessed from your changes in bed... do you admit it?" I explained.

"You're really not angry?" my wife asked, half-believing.

"If I were angry about this, would I be behaving like this?" I said patiently. "Did you learn these
changes from someone else?"

My wife didn't answer, which was taken as an admission.

I felt the reaction in my penis, and I started teasing my wife again. She resisted for a while and then stopped, so I
simply started licking her. She quickly began to moan.

"Has someone else licked this before?" I started a new round of teasing. "Has it?"

"Yes! I want it..." My wife admitted.

At this moment, I felt very excited and couldn't wait to have sex with her, so I turned her over and asked, "
Do you like being fucked like this by someone else?"

My wife was unwilling to answer, so I repeated myself several times. Finally, she said, "I like being fucked like a dog
." As I listened, I inserted my rock-hard penis into her vagina... Afterwards, I
asked , and she began to admit it without hesitation. She even said the following, which made me hard again
: "He fucks me from behind and it feels so good. Sometimes he makes me orgasm two or three times in a row
. If he doesn't ejaculate, he might have endless orgasms. So when we're together, other positions don't work
. I'm always thinking about him fucking me from behind. Thinking about that makes me orgasm quickly. So I'm also
willing to give him oral sex. He says I'm slutty. Am I slutty now?"

I couldn't accept my wife saying that she had submitted to someone else's big penis. I couldn't accept it, not
because she was fucked, but because she enjoyed it so much, which ignited my own lust. So I had to have sex with
my wife .

That night, my wife and I experienced a baptism of fire, both physically and mentally. My cuckoldry and succumbing fantasies
erupted at that moment. My wife was free from moral constraints, thus experiencing greater sexual bliss. The key was that we could
openly face this kind of sex, and our relationship not only remained unaffected but became even more loving. She
was liberated happy by breaking moral traditions, and I was even happier because of her happiness.

Gradually, while enjoying the pleasure of sex herself, my wife also began to cooperate with me, satisfying my perverse fantasies
. She gradually told me some details about her relationship with Arong. Arong was better at handling women than I was, and
under his tutelage, my wife became more and more open. Moreover, I clearly felt that in some situations, what I said was less effective than what Arong
said. However, my wife had never told him that she knew about and approved of their relationship. My wife had truly ushered in
a second spring, blossoming happily under the nourishment of two men.

Thinking back on all this feels like it was just yesterday. Today, my wife went on another business trip with Ah Rong. For the past six months, whenever
she has the chance, she goes with him, while I can only fantasize at home about my beautiful wife moaning under a man's crotch. My
dear wife, when you're being fucked to the point of ecstasy, do you ever think of me, think of your husband?

At 8 pm, I called my wife: "Honey, what are you doing now?"

"I'm taking a walk on the Bund. The breeze is so refreshing," my wife said casually.

"Have you missed me?" I asked her.

"Yes! But you're not here with me," my wife said with a hint of schadenfreude.

"Don't you have someone with you?" I asked.

"Not right now, he's out socializing. I'm just out for a walk by myself," my wife replied.

"Oh, then go home early and be careful!" I asked, concerned for my wife.

"It's okay, everything's safe!" my wife said.

"You're so beautiful and charming, what if you encounter a pervert?" I deliberately started the conversation.

"Perverts! I came out looking for perverts." My wife immediately understood and said, "Honey, I noticed
a lot of perverts staring at me." "Ah! You're just trying to seduce me, aren't you?" I said deliberately.

"Yeah, I'm wearing a revealing tank top and short skirt today, and they're practically staring at me like they want to strip me naked." My wife
teased me.

"Honey, I want to fuck you." I said bluntly.

"Ah! Why are you so direct? I'm shy." My wife said.

Suddenly, I wanted to take this opportunity to discipline my wife, so I said, "Honey, shall we play a game
?"

"What game?" my wife asked.

"Find a place, take off your underwear, and then go for a walk, imagining
having sex ." I told my wife.

"I'm not as perverted as you!" My wife didn't agree.

"Try it, you'll definitely feel something different. I fantasize about you at home." I continued to encourage her.

After my efforts, my wife agreed. She found a bathroom, took off her underwear, and went
outside .

"Honey, it's chilly down there," my wife told me on the phone.

"Hehe, be careful walking, don't expose yourself," I said.

"You just want me to expose myself and be seen, don't you?" my wife blurted out my thoughts.

"Did anyone see me?" I asked.

"Yes! I just went up a few steps, and two men followed me. When they walked in front of me, they kept
turning around to look at me," my wife said.

I didn't know if it was true or not, but my penis got hard. I said, "Honey, I'm hard. If I
'm next to you, I'll pretend I don't know you, then rush up and rape you, fuck you in the street." "Okay! Come
on! I want to find someone right now," my wife said.

"You little slut, going out on the street to seduce men without even wearing underwear!" I said, pretending to be angry.

"I do want to find someone, what are you going to do?" my wife teased me. "Honey, I'm a little itchy down there, and
I'm all wet." "You're horny, aren't you? Does it feel different this way?" I asked my wife.

"Yeah, it's a little exciting, a little scary, and a little shy," my wife said.

"Think about all the men around you, so many dicks, each one could be
inside ," I teased my wife with blatant language.

"Honey, I'm wet again, it's getting itchier," my wife said urgently. "Honey, I want
you." "You don't want me right now, do you? You probably want a man's big dick, right?" I said.

"Ugh! If you say that again, I'll grab a man right now, lift my skirt, and let him fuck me," my wife
retorted.

"Darling, what are you trying to do, wearing a short skirt and no underwear in front of everyone?" I
asked .

"I want a man to fuck me, okay?" my wife said.

"You little slut, how much juice have you produced?" I asked.

"A lot, it's so itchy inside," my wife replied.

"How come you're already horny without me even touching you?" I persisted.

"I don't know, I just really want it. I'm going back to the hotel," my wife said.

"Going back to the hotel for what?" I asked.

"Go back and let him fuck me, I really want it." My wife answered me shamelessly, and hearing those words
always excited me.

"Didn't he go out?" I continued, trying to suppress my excitement.

"I'll call him back right away," my wife said.

"No! You can't cheat on me!" I said.

"Too late, I'm his now! I'm not talking to you anymore, I have to go back." My wife hung up
the phone , leaving me on the other end, my penis painfully throbbing.

About fifteen minutes later, I called my wife again: "Honey, are you back at the hotel?"

"Yeah, just got to the room," my wife said.

"Is he back yet?" I asked.

"Not yet, I just called, he said he'll be here soon," my wife said, "You made me so uncomfortable last night
." "I didn't fuck you!" I said.

"You're playing a perverted game!" my wife said.

"Looks like you really enjoy sex games!" I said.

"Yeah, I do. I'm waiting in the room for my little husband to come and fuck me, are you satisfied?"
my wife replied blatantly.

"Hmm, he got off easy," I said.

"You helped him seduce me, and then you let him fuck me, you deserve it!" my wife said, "I'm stripping naked and waiting for him
, and as soon as he walks in, I'll let him fuck me, okay?"

Hearing this, my penis trembled, and I said, "Okay! Let him fuck you to death." "You pervert
!" my wife retorted.

"Wife, can I ask you something?" I asked.

"What is it?" my wife asked.

"When you two are having sex later, let me eavesdrop on the phone." I said shamelessly.

"Wouldn't it be exciting if you heard it?" my wife didn't directly refuse.

"Hmm, but I think you'd be excited too if you knew I was eavesdropping." I said.

"Okay, I'll grant your wish once, he'll be back soon, and I'll let you listen to your heart's content later." my wife agreed.

Just then, the doorbell rang. My wife said, "He's back. I'm not hanging up." Then
I heard her say, "Coming, wait a minute." "Honey, you're back!" came my wife's
voice from the other end of the line.

"Yeah, sorry to keep you waiting. Come on, give me a kiss!" came a man's voice.

Suddenly, there was a sound, like two people falling onto the bed. I heard the man say, "What are you doing?"

My wife didn't answer. The man continued, "What are you doing? Getting horny?"

"Yeah, I want you!" My wife took the initiative, "Look, my little sister is so teary-eyed from missing you.
" "You're not even wearing underwear?" the man said.

"I missed you." After my wife said that, I heard the rustling sound of clothes being taken off. At the same time
, I also took off my pants, preparing to masturbate.

"What's gotten into you today?" the man asked.

"I miss your big cock." My wife said, "Look, it's hard already." "Baby, your breasts
are so beautiful, I love them so much." the man said.

"I also love your little brother, let me kiss him." my wife said.

A moment later, the sound of their rapid breathing filled the air.

"Ah...it itches...it itches so much..." the wife moaned, "You're licking me so itchy..."

"Does it feel good?" the man asked.

"Mmm, it feels so good. Your tongue is amazing." The wife encouraged him, "I want you to come in." "
Say what I want to hear, or I won't come in." the man said.

"Husband, I want you to fuck me!" The wife was already very familiar with what the man liked to hear, "Husband,
fuck me with your big cock." "I'm not your husband!" the man said.

"I am my husband, your big cock is my husband." The wife responded quickly, "Fuck me
, come in!" Hearing this, I felt a pang of sadness, but it was immediately
replaced , and I couldn't help but speed up my right hand's stroking.

"Since you're being so good, I'll fuck you!" the man said smugly.

"Ah...ah..." came the sound from the phone. I knew my wife's cunt was being penetrated by a penis. "Ah
...so good...ah...you've filled me up completely."

"Husband, fuck me harder, I'm yours..." my wife cried out involuntarily. I couldn't take
the stimulation either, and I ejaculated. My dear wife, I'm listening to you being fucked while I'm masturbating...

"Turn over, let me be your bitch!" the man said to my wife.

"Yes, I am your bitch, let me fuck you." my wife responded.

"Why do you like being a bitch?" the man asked while fucking me.

"Because I'm cheap, I'm a cheap bitch..." my wife stammered.

"Ah! It feels so good to fuck you, I want to fuck you every day." the man panted heavily.

"Husband, wait for me, I'm almost there!" my wife seemed to sense that the man was about to ejaculate, afraid that
she wouldn't reach orgasm.

"Husband, fuck your wife hard...I'm your wife..." my wife didn't care about anything at this moment,
only thinking about being fucked, only wanting to orgasm.

"Husband, scold me, I want you to scold me!" I was surprised to hear my wife say such a thing, but
before I think about it, I heard the man say, "You are a whore, a rotten whore." Before the man could finish speaking, my wife
impatiently said, "I am a whore, I am a prostitute, I like to be fucked by you..." Amidst the cursing and my wife
's self-cursing, the two of them screamed and died...

Today, my wife's behavior surprised me greatly. She was much more lewd than I imagined, and she needed to be teased
to reach orgasm. I may have had psychological trauma before and dared not say too much. It seems that my wife's lewd potential has
been dug out by you, the man named Arong. Under her noble appearance, what a lewd heart she hides
...

(2)

The story of my wife and Arong ended two months later. My wife found that, on the one hand, Arong chose his family,
and on the other hand , my wife still abided by the rules of the game. Although she was a little reluctant, she still resolutely broke off contact with him. As
for the third party, we never force it. The key is that my wife likes it and everything will take its natural course.

After more than six months of enjoying their time together as a couple, my wife, having already experienced the pleasures of sex, began to feel restless.
She had come to enjoy the physical and emotional stimulation that different men provided. She had said that the feeling of having sex with me was completely different from
that With me, she felt very relaxed, like a gentle breeze, her body and soul
melting into my love. With Arong, it was a feeling of indulgence, excitement, romance, and the enjoyment of only
taking without giving.

Life needs different experiences. We were both over thirty, and with the energy and circumstances allowing,
when else should we indulge ourselves?

Another issue was that I could no longer satisfy my wife's increasingly high libido. She had reached the age of primal desire
and had just begun to experience the wonders of sex. My wife told me that she often had sudden urges, sometimes even in the office or
on the bus, and then she would feel an itch in her genitals, with uncontrollable vaginal discharge. When it became unbearable, she would secretly go to
the bathroom masturbate, emerging with a pungent, fishy smell that she herself could detect.

My wife's charm naturally attracts many who desire her favor, and she is even the object of countless fantasies, but my wife seems...
She simply couldn't accept acquaintances around her. She said she couldn't imagine her outward appearance being ripped away by them; she'd be too ashamed
to face anyone. So she continued searching online, but this time she always asked me for advice.
She flirted with men in front of me, even engaging in nude video chats, getting herself aroused. But most
men lacked patience, and usually gave up quickly if a hookup failed. My wife wasn't at
the point of being felt a connection with.

One night, she told me she was seeing a man named Zhang Wang, and they'd met a few times.
I immediately asked, "Are you going to cheat on me again?" My wife didn't hide anything, saying she was interested in him. She described
him : 34 years old, quite handsome, a section-level civil servant, with a family and children. These
were good conditions; everyone had boundaries, so there shouldn't be too many problems later.

One weekend, my wife was invited out and didn't return until almost midnight. When she got back, she was incredibly eager to have
sex with me. They had been out until after 10 pm, then went to a hotel. She gave him oral sex,
but he ejaculated within seconds. They then made love in bed, and he aroused her greatly. However, when he became erect again and finally penetrated her
vagina, he ejaculated again after only a few thrusts. Unsatisfied, she came home to me to satisfy her.

When I reached for her genitals, I noticed they were still wet. I saw there was still some semen left.
I said, "That man's semen is still in your vagina." "I don't care, just put it
in my cunt that's been filled with semen," my wife said, desperately wanting to be penetrated.

Hearing such lewd words, I didn't care about anything else. I said, "You're a real
slut now, you've just been fucked, and you're about to be fucked again." As I spoke, I rolled her over and penetrated her from
behind .

"I'm a slut, just got home from work, honey, do you like fucking sluts?" my wife started
rambling incoherently .

"Yeah, I like fucking your rotten cunt," I said.

After a frenzied thrusting, a thick stream of semen shot into my wife's body, and she passed out from pleasure.

A week later, I suddenly thought, why not take my wife to a massage parlor and find her a handsome masseur? I did it right away
, finding out the location during the day and taking my wife there that night. Before the masseur entered, I told him I wanted
some special services.

"Miss, you have such a great body!" the masseur said, looking at my wife's bare back. "Let me give you
an oil back massage first!" "Oh!" my wife responded, indicating her agreement.

I watched as the masseuse poured out some essential oil and applied it to my wife's back, beginning to massage with varying pressure. Her hands
and fingers frequently brushed against her breasts; her breasts were already large, and now, lying face down, they were pushed outwards.
Combined with the masseuse's skillful manipulation, my wife began to pant. When the massage reached her buttocks, the masseuse touched her anus
and sensitive perineum, and I could clearly see her begin to writhe.

"Miss, would you like some breast and ovarian care?" the masseuse asked, pausing.

"Huh? What?!" my wife exclaimed, somewhat surprised.

"It's alright, let's do it. A little health maintenance is good," I answered for my wife.

"Then we might need to change rooms, or perhaps you could change rooms, sir," the masseuse said.

"It's fine, you can do it here," I said directly.

"Then how about I excuse myself for a moment and come back to massage you later?"
the young woman who had been massaging me said, backing away. I ignored her and said to my wife, "You can have
a massage , I'll stay here with you."

"Okay, sure," my wife replied.

"Then please turn over, miss, we'll start with breast massage," the masseuse suggested.

My wife glanced at me, and I said, "It's alright, come on."

With my permission, my wife smiled slightly and turned over.

"Miss, you're so beautiful. Your husband is so lucky," the masseuse said, looking at my wife's rounded body,
her hemispherical breasts, pink areolas, and prominent nipples, the perfect size. My wife's breasts were indeed very good;
although they were quite large, they weren't like some people's large breasts that would spread out when they lay down, while my wife's breasts remained upright. The masseuse
's gaze followed her body downwards. "You're truly a natural beauty," the masseuse couldn't help but praise again. The pubic hair on
her vulva was just enough to lightly cover it, the hair was fine, but my wife had already released some vaginal fluid, and some of
the pubic hair was stuck to her labia.

"You can begin," I reminded the masseuse.

"Oh, okay, sorry," the masseur quickly positioned himself above the wife's head, applying some
essential oil and other liquids to his hands before beginning to massage her chest. He moved from her side breasts to her nipples, then from her accessory
breasts nipples, and then his fingers roamed outwards from her nipples, repeating the motion, occasionally kneading her breasts. The wife
couldn't bear the caresses, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the masseur's already erect penis, causing
her to breathe heavily and her lower body to writhe.

"What's wrong? Is your lower body uncomfortable?" the masseur asked her with ill intent.

"Mmm!" the wife replied softly.

"How about we massage down there first?" the masseur said, turning to the wife's
side without waiting for her consent. He poured some more oil into his hands and applied it directly to her lower abdomen, then massaged towards her vulva, followed by
her inner thighs. The wife was now unable to control herself, letting out moans of "Ah... Oh..."

"Is it comfortable?" the masseur asked her.

"Mmm, that feels good!" my wife replied after glancing at it.

"Ah!" she suddenly cried out in pleasure. I looked over and saw the masseuse pour some essential oil and apply it
directly to my wife's vulva. With the oil lubricating her, she easily inserted her index and middle fingers
.

"Don't be nervous, it will feel good," the masseuse responded to my wife's moans.

"Oh...oh...husband," my wife called out, pulling my hand towards her.

As the masseuse's fingers moved in and out, my wife pulled my hand harder and harder, and her moans grew louder.
I saw the masseuse's two fingers moving faster and faster, and her lower body was making "splashing"
sounds.

"Husband...I want it...I can't take it," my wife pleaded.

Seeing the masseur's unmoved expression, focused only on the insertion and withdrawal of his fingers, I knew he was preparing to give my wife a G-
spot orgasm, until she squirted.

"Ah!...Ah!!..." my wife suddenly let out two screams, followed by a gush of
fluid . She immediately curled up, trembling uncontrollably, making "woo-woo" sounds. Seeing her
like this, I couldn't help but feel a little scared.

"Sir, it's alright. Your wife's G-spot orgasm will subside in a while," the masseur
explained , noticing my reaction.

I watched as my wife collapsed to the side like a rag doll, seemingly without any strength, her eyes fixed blankly on
the masseur .

"It's alright, Miss, lie down, I'll massage you a bit more and you'll be fine," the masseur said to my wife.

The wife obediently listened to him and lay down again. The masseur helped clean her wet
vulva , then massaged down her thighs for about five or six minutes. Seeing that she had recovered, the masseur
climbed onto the massage bed, stretched his legs to the sides, and then turned his wife over, making her lie face down on the bed. He placed
her thighs on his legs and arched his own legs,
exposing her buttocks and anus to him. The masseur poured out some essential oil and began massaging her anus, repeatedly
trying to insert his fingers inside, while his other hand continuously stimulated her genitals. The wife began
to moan , "Oh...I want it, I want you to come in..." Hearing her make these sounds, the masseur looked up at
me and asked, "Sir, is it alright?" I knew he meant I could have sex with my wife.

I didn't answer immediately, but my wife kept pleading, "Husband...I want it..." and reached behind her back
to grab the masseur.

"Miss, I need your husband's permission first," the masseur said.

"Honey, I want him to fuck me... I want him to fuck me... please..." my wife said to me
several times.

At this moment, I was already burning with lust, and besides, I had never seen my wife being fucked by someone else before.

"Okay, you fuck her," I said to the masseur.

The masseur responded and took off his pants, revealing a large, dark brown penis that was already erect and looked
much bigger than mine.

"Baby, I'm going in now." The masseur aimed his erect penis at my wife's cunt.

"Quickly... I want... in..." my wife was already impatient.

"Ah... so good... ah..." the moment the penis entered, my wife cried out, "Honey,
it's so exciting... Honey, look, someone is fucking my cunt." The masseur thrust in and out, and as I watched my blood boil
, I couldn't help but take off my pants and thrust my hard penis into my wife's mouth.

Because the 3P scene was so erotic and lewd, I ejaculated quickly, most of it landing in my wife's
mouth . She didn't care about cleaning up; the waves of pleasure emanating from below made her scream, "Faster... big-dicked husband
... fuck me harder... fuck me to death..." After the masseur's vigorous efforts, my wife finally reached another climax, but
the masseur didn't ejaculate. Instead, he quietly withdrew, cleaned himself, and said, "We have a rule here; male
masseurs can't ejaculate. Please rest well, I'll leave now."
After her intense experience with this professional masseur, my wife said she had never known what a G-spot orgasm felt like; she felt completely exhausted, like she was dying of pleasure—it was
indescribable. The masseur's huge penis, aided by lubricant, could
move freely inside her vagina. From the moment it entered, the tingling sensation grew stronger with each wave, once again sending my wife to
the paradise .

The aftereffect of this experience was that my wife had difficulty reaching orgasm during sex. Each time, she would say she was just
a little short, feeling like she was about to climax, but never quite reaching it. My wife repeatedly went to see that masseur
. Over time, she practically became the masseur's wife, and he, in turn, became infatuated with her body.

(To be continued)

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