All for the sake of my wife's sexual happiness 1-16

All for My Wife's Sexual Happiness

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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 much, but sexually, due to the long time we've been together, things have gradually become less intimate. Plus, I'm often away on business trips, so I've paid less attention to her. Especially after a long day, I often fall asleep as soon as I get into bed, ignoring her gentle gestures. Even on the rare occasions we do have sex, I rush in and finish quickly.

Days passed like this, and I, used to being carefree, didn't notice any changes in her.
Very subtle changes, even when I did notice them, I didn't think much of them. In short, she's been taking more baths and going shopping for new clothes lately.

Later, an older brother reminded me to pay attention to my wife's behavior, saying that his wife had told him about it. His words jolted me awake. I realized we hadn't been making love much lately, and she hadn't asked for much. Sometimes when I came back from business trips, the house was spotless, untouched by the fire for days. I decided to keep an eye on her.

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

I hailed one too, telling 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 and got out, following her at a distance, crouching low as we went into the grove of trees. At the artificial hill, Huang Seyan stopped. A man who had been waiting there greeted them, and the two walked hand in hand towards the grass by the wall.

I followed, still keeping a low profile. The man seemed to look back, then put his arm around Huang Seyan's waist. They found the innermost part of the wall, right under the wall of the No. 17 Middle School playground, and sat down. Huang Seyan even took out a large sheet of paper from her bag. The two quietly nestled together, sitting there like a couple in love.

I saw nothing around to get close to them; the only way was to go inside the No. 17 Middle School wall. Thinking this, I went around to the other side, climbed the No. 17 Middle School wall, entered the campus, and then crept up to them right next to the wall. Once I got there, I could actually hear them talking in hushed tones. The voices weren't loud, but if you listened carefully, you could still make out what they were saying.

"What time will he be back today...?"

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

..."

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 kept me calm.

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

"No, I didn't ask him, and he didn't ask me. He was very tired and went to bed early. It was just that in the morning, he touched me there, 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 was the sound of kissing again, followed by the sound of a zipper being pulled down. The sound was very short, probably the man's pants zipper, not the dress zipper.

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

That was my guess, 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, then seemingly being placed on the grass and falling silent. Then my wife said, "Take it, I'm in my fertile period..."

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

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

The man didn't speak again, followed by the sound of plastic being torn. After a dozen seconds, my wife let out a heavy "Ah..." I then understood: a man's penis, wrapped in a thin layer of plastic, had been inserted into my wife's vagina.

Separated by a wall only 30 centimeters thick, my wife was having an affair with another man right under my nose. And this affair wasn't just a simple case of being taken advantage of; it had crossed the final line, and the most physical act had happened.

Several times I wanted to peek, 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 making clearly suppressed breathing sounds, mixed with the rustling of paper.
"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 it 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 through 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 being used to wipe, when I heard the keychain being picked up and hung on a man's belt again, I knew it was all over.
I couldn't concentrate on their conversation anymore. Only then did I realize I'd been bitten several times by mosquitoes on my arm, and it was unbearably itchy. But I endured it until they finished their whispered conversation and left, heading towards the edge of the grove. Then I retraced my steps, climbing over the wall.

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

The large newspaper was still there, though torn in several large pieces. The surrounding area was clean. I carefully searched the base of the wall, finally spotting 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 the 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 my wife.

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 the real relationship between husband and wife. 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. She wondered if he was trying to set a trap for her. My wife said she had assured him for a long time before he agreed. However, he said he might not be comfortable with three people 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 arrived at 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 only 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 beautifully grown, glossy and curly like a small tuft of soft grass. 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 fully 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 the exposed hem, like the petals of a budding flower smeared with honey.

Such a wonderful wife, such beautiful labia, which was my most fascinated spot when my wife and I first got married, was now 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.

Whether it was from drinking too much or because it was his first time doing this in someone else's home, Hai Dong didn't appreciate his wife's beauty at all. He simply pulled down his underwear, looked down at his wife's vulva, held his penis with one hand, and used the other to pry open the vulva from the left. He first circled the head of his penis around her vulva a few times, then used it to spread her vaginal opening. Then he released both hands and pounced on my wife, her buttocks and waist responding with an upward thrust.

Although I couldn't see that unforgettable moment, Hai Dong'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 on someone else's bed. 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 by the bed and pulled my wife's body towards the edge of the bed. My wife pulled down the pillow herself and put it under her buttocks, presenting her wet little mouth to Hai Dong. Hai Dong held his erect penis with one hand, pressed the head of his penis down, and stroked my wife's little mouth. He also used his other hand to separate one of my wife's fleshy lips. In this state, my wife's lips were slightly turned outward.

This time, Haidong inserted his penis into my wife's body more easily, with greater thrusting movements. The muscles in her legs were taut, and my wife's hair swayed with each thrust. She then placed her hand on her vulva, separating her middle and index fingers to allow Haidong's penis to pass between her fingers as it entered her body. Each time Haidong's penis passed through her, 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 approaching orgasm. The only time we both had orgasms was after watching porn, when a substitute I bought made her say she felt like she had "fainted." Hai Dong and his wife had clearly 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 his movements were getting faster, the tension in his gluteal muscles showed that he was carefully adjusting his strength. Hai Dong would sometimes bend his legs to allow his penis to enter his wife's vagina smoothly and straight, or bend them even lower to allow his penis to constantly thrust against the upper part of her vagina.

His wife's face was flushed red, and she kept rubbing her clitoris with her fingers, saying, "Dong, I want... Dong, I want..." Hai Dong increased the speed of his thrusts, pausing heavily each time he penetrated deep into his wife's vagina, then twisting his hips vigorously from side to side, so that his 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 that had flowed out, then smelled it, making an exaggerated, disgusted expression at Haidong. 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 beautiful, her nightgown billowing open, no longer concealing her, revealing the fuzzy little bud I'd always been fascinated by. 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 wet. I parted her thighs and knelt before her.

I habitually stroked her short, fuzzy pubic hair; the entrance, recently penetrated by Haidong, was still slightly red, her two small, fleshy labia beautifully closed, guarding the secret opening, the soft, fleshy labia gently concealing the site of their intense lovemaking.

I couldn't resist parting her labia, revealing her pink vaginal walls. My wife jolted at my movement, involuntarily clenching her vaginal muscles, a thin stream of fluid spreading along the inner rim of her opening—Haidong's semen! I guessed what the residue must have been, and that complex emotion from before surged back. In the past, I might have felt nauseous, but today a strange feeling stirred within me, a kind of inexplicable 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 rolled into my mouth. I had actually eaten another man's semen inside my wife's vagina! The extreme humiliation made me dizzy, made me lose control. I buried my head, vigorously licking the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid from my wife's vulva…

It was so warm, so moist, so lubricating. Then, just like Haidong had done forty minutes earlier, I thrust inside her. Haidong's semen enveloped my penis, providing excellent lubrication for my entry into my wife's vagina. I effortlessly thrust in and out of my wife's soft, jade-like body.

After Haidong's actions, my wife's vagina felt a bit looser. I prefer a vagina that isn't too tight; it makes things easier. My wife continued to enjoy herself with her eyes closed. I moved in and out of her body like Haidong had before, and she started to moan heavily through her nose. The lingering pleasure from before turned into a flush on her cheeks.

The bathroom door opened, and the television in the living room started playing again. Haidong, who had been the master of the house for over forty minutes, started watching TV. 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 had another scene to recall: invading another woman's body, releasing a part of his own genetic fluid into a woman who didn't belong to him. And the vagina he had manipulated first was now being entered by that woman's legal husband. What would 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 it, penetrating my wife, her 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, but my wife responded passionately in excitement, saying, "Husband...husband...fuck me to death!"

The sounds of their lewd lovemaking were incessant, which were quite arousing at the time, but upon reflection, I felt extremely uncomfortable. I honestly told my wife how I felt, and she was also very upset. 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 couldn't forget Haidong. Later, I learned that during my business trips, she and Haidong had met frequently.

Once, 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 there, and she didn't hide it from me; it was Haidong. I asked, "Didn't you say you two had lost feelings and broken up?" 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 invited her out shopping or to dinner, she couldn't control her impulses because of his words or ambiguous actions, and ultimately, 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, making me feel uncomfortable all over. Being insulted and stimulated at the same time was indescribable.
One day in May, I... I got home late at night from my 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—another large wad of toilet paper, piled high. I tried to ignore it, but picked it up anyway.

My heart started racing. I unwrapped the wad; the last few wads were rolled up, their contents stuck together by dried fluid. This sight made my heart sink, a strange, inexplicable bitterness pounding at me.
I knew what it was, but I couldn't resist bringing it to my nose and sniffing it. The unmistakable male bodily waste aroused me, mingling with that oppressive bitterness. A feeling washed over me. 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 her vulva and the man's penis after intercourse. I picked up the pillowcase; I could feel the hardened area where the fluid had dried. I fantasized, yet I began to feel excited.

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 thought to myself as I leaned down, trying to smell her vulva, the familiar scent... The woman's body emanated a hot, pungent scent, the result of intense stimulation 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 vulva.

I used my fingers to separate one side of her labia and slowly inserted my penis into her slightly parted clitoris, 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 slightly envelop my penis.

I withdrew my penis, rested my head on her clitoris, and began to use my fingers to... I searched for that small, red, plump clitoris inside. I gently rubbed and teased it with my fingers. My wife's vaginal cavity trembled and clenched at first, and slippery fluid gradually appeared around my fingers.

I rolled over and slowly pressed my hard penis against my wife's vaginal opening again. The fluid had already appeared on the petals of her bud. I dabbed on the fluid, and with a thrust of my hips, my penis slid into my wife's warm, soft cavity and entered her depths. I thrust in the darkness, imagining whether the man in the same position as me an hour ago had also made the same movements? Could I continue to explore and enjoy the vaginal cavity that he had already fully explored?

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

I was battling with the virtual man's member, competing to see who could penetrate deeper and last longer inside this woman's body. I felt that everywhere I went, there were traces of his weapon's impact; I was simply passing by that man without any effort. Having explored the passageway, I could feel the traces left by that man inside my wife, traces deeply imprinted on her tender, soft vaginal cavity. I couldn't imagine whether my wife, in her dozing state, was also comparing, but I couldn't deny that both men who entered her body one after the other could give her excitement and pleasure.

My wife's vaginal walls began to clamp down, her cavity walls perhaps already adapting to the second visitor hours later; the impact was similar, the difference being the man's scent, angle, force, and position. I wanted to try to penetrate deeper into her, to surpass the man who had also been there a few hours earlier. I've reached the very end. I don't know the result of the comparison, but my wife's juices are flowing more and more. I think she feels this most keenly; perhaps the surging juices better illustrate her pleasure. She's like a delicate peach, offering her juicy core to the men who want to taste her.

My wife's plump buttocks begin to sway, and her vagina begins to rub against me. In this state, I reach my peak of excitement, violently ejaculating into my wife's body, which still bears the traces of that man. I hold my wife tightly in my arms, and we reach our climax together.

In my embrace, my wife tells me about what happened before Haidong left around 1 a.m.

"If he comes home late, how will he explain it to his wife?" I said this, actually wanting to hurt my wife's heart, to make her clearly understand her place in Haidong's heart.

My wife's excitement from earlier hasn't completely subsided; in the afterglow of pleasure, she talks a lot about what happened last 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, strolled to the bathroom, and released my pent-up excitement and resentment onto that pillowcase.

I didn't want Haidong 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 Haidong, not emotional connection. But time and again, she couldn't resist Haidong's sexual advances, and she mentioned him more and more. In our daily life, she would say that Haidong wasn't in good spirits at work that day, wondering if something was wrong at home; or that he had told her that her clothes looked good and beautiful, and so on.

During our sex life, when I mentioned imagining men taking turns penetrating her, it was always when I mentioned Haidong's name that her vagina would clench most tightly, and she would be 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 scent emanating from his body and armpits when he was on top of her aroused her even more. Furthermore, his movements were always so gentle and measured. He could give her just the right amount of pleasure with his hard, masculine member when she was in dire need of it...

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

always seemed to be an indelible smell of his armpits in our blankets, along with his black stockings hanging on the balcony, crumpled 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 with my wife together, and that we had even taken turns caressing and penetrating her 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 doesn'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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