My True Experience of Offering My Wife (Parts 1-5)

My True Story of Wife Swapping
(Part 1)
My wife and I met on a university campus. Our relationship has always been very good; we've been together for eight years.
My wife is the type of intellectual woman—a bachelor's degree holder, fluent in foreign languages, gentle, and virtuous. Many men pursued her on campus.
My wife is 162 cm tall. After marriage, she gained some weight, probably around 100 kg, but at 27, she has a more mature charm.
She likes to dye her hair a ceramic color in waves, has a very pure face, wears gold-rimmed glasses, has a well-proportioned figure, a 34C bra size, and wears very suitable makeup and eyeliner—a complete intellectual white-collar worker.
Perhaps it's because we've been together for too long, but I gradually lost the passion for sex with her. Later, I saw many articles online about wife swapping and wife-swapping. I was deeply moved by the scenes and psychological feelings described in those words. I felt that letting my wife be played with by other strange men would be incredibly exciting and stimulating.
At first, I just fantasized, but as I read more and more, I realized I was truly obsessed and couldn't extricate myself. I lost interest in having sex with my wife. Later, I secretly started chatting with some online friends.
Initially, to be honest, I was still quite rational. I just wanted to use online chat to confide my thoughts and vent my desires with strangers who didn't know my identity. I knew it was an immoral and unrealistic idea, even betraying my wife, and I felt very sorry for her because I discovered I didn't actually like partner swapping. What I enjoyed was letting others play with my wife without me getting anything in return; only then did I feel extremely excited.
However, after the male online friends learned of my inclinations, they always tried to guide and stimulate me, making my needs increasingly intense.
They asked me to develop the relationship step by step, starting by asking me to introduce my wife in detail, then asking me to show them pictures of her, and later asking to see her in videos. Every time, I wanted to refuse, to stop, but I couldn't resist the strong psychological temptation, and I repeatedly satisfied those netizens' demands.
They all said it was to give me psychological pleasure, but I knew they really only wanted my wife. Yet, I still agreed.
Each time I satisfied their demands without my wife's knowledge, I felt intense shame and guilt, and I gradually realized that this feeling of shame was the pleasure I was seeking.
After some time, I met a chat friend in a QQ room called "Absolute Privacy." He was 42 years old, from the same city as me, and worked in management at a company.
I used to deliberately avoid chatting with people from my city, but this middle-aged man seemed to understand my mentality perfectly, giving me a very strong sense of shameful pleasure and stimulation each time.
After some time, we built trust and started communicating only with him online.
To reassure me, he told me everything about himself, and we met in video chat several times, later mainly communicating via voice.
He said I was someone who enjoyed masochism and voyeurism, saying that only when my beloved woman, my wife, was being played with and humiliated by others could I stimulate my inner excitement.
I accepted his comments.
He asked me to give him many photos of my wife, and I secretly showed her to him several times in video chat. I also truthfully told him my wife's name.
Here, I'll call my wife "Yanzi."
Every time I gave him something of my wife, I felt extremely excited and uneasy, but I couldn't resist. Later, he would say lewd and insulting things about my wife to me in voice chat, and told me not to pretend I didn't like it, saying he knew I liked what he was doing.
He would tell me directly that he was masturbating while looking at my wife's photos, calling out my wife's name, and asking me to say shameful things thanking him for insulting my wife. I was completely lost, and I actually cooperated with him in insulting my beloved wife.
While chatting about these things, I found that my penis was unusually hard.
He told me that this was just a game, and it wouldn't exist after the game, and I accepted that.
Later, the content became more and more outrageous. I was often asked to kneel down and beg him to insult my wife before he would stop chatting. I also took many private family photos of my wife with a digital camera for him to see, and my wife thought it was just me who liked to take pictures, so she didn't refuse me.
She loves me very much, and she understands sex very well. She's willing to give me pleasure, so she lets me take pictures as I please. Every time, I feel very sorry for her because she doesn't know that I'm sending the pictures to other men to enjoy.
(II) Introducing My Wife to the World
After a period of online wife-offering, I got used to this half-real, half-fake game. During this time, I also gained a lot of pleasure and excitement. Sometimes when I made love with my wife, I would unconsciously fantasize about her being played with by someone else.
One day, he suddenly asked me to bring my wife to meet him so that we could all get to know each other. At first, I felt that this was inappropriate, but he explained that it would be like a dinner party with friends, only four people, and he would bring his wife too, so that we could all make friends. Later, I agreed.
It was a Saturday night. I told my wife that I was going out to dinner with a friend. My wife asked who the friend was, and I explained that it was a client I had recently met, with whom I had a good relationship, and we had arranged to have dinner together. My wife didn't suspect anything and started putting on makeup to prepare to go to the dinner with me.
My wife put on makeup very carefully. She was already very beautiful and had a good temperament, and she was even more beautiful after putting on makeup. Then my wife changed into a white suit, which I bought for her birthday. The fabric was very nice, the skirt was very fitted, and it showed off her figure.
Looking at my wife dressed so beautifully, I don't know why, but thinking that the person I was taking her to meet was a man who liked to molest her, I felt particularly excited.
When we arrived at the agreed restaurant, I found that the couple was already sitting inside waiting for us. After some pleasantries, the food was served and we started eating. There was nothing unusual, just like having a meal with ordinary friends.
During the meal, he kept praising me for being lucky to have married such a beautiful wife. Several times, he secretly asked me what underwear my wife was wearing that day, and said that she was even more beautiful in person than in the photos, and that he really wanted to have sex with her.
(III) The First Attempt
Actually, after our last ordinary meeting, I felt that my psychology had undergone a subtle change, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. After that, I kept in touch with him online.
One weekend evening, we talked for a long time, and he asked me if I wanted to really try it out. I said I did, but I couldn't bring myself to tell my wife about it. He said he understood, but that he had a way to make it happen, depending on whether I was truly willing to give him my wife.
I asked him to tell me his idea, and if it was feasible, I said I was willing to cooperate and try it once.
He told me to first tell my wife about the many couples swapping these days, so she would have a basic understanding. Then he told me to ask my wife if she was willing to swap during sex, and if she agreed even once, we could try it.
He actually told me that it wasn't about swapping wives with me at all; he was just toying with my wife. He wanted me to tell her it was a swap, so she would be more psychologically reassured and balanced.
I said I could try it, so I told my wife about the many swapping stories I'd seen online and described my feelings.
My wife was very surprised and asked if I was okay with it. I said I found it very exciting, and she understood that I liked it. She didn't say anything, probably thinking I was just saying it casually.
For the next few nights, I talked to my wife about it before bed. My wife is generally well-mannered and quite open-minded about sex, but only with me. Later, I kept pressing her about her attitude towards wife-swapping. She said she didn't object to others doing it, but she couldn't accept it herself, and she didn't want me to sleep with other women.
After talking to my wife for a few days, I told him her thoughts online. He asked me to show her some erotic novels about swapping wives and then bring up my ideas at a suitable opportunity. So I downloaded a few particularly stimulating ones online and deliberately invited my wife over to see how others did it.
I left my wife alone in front of the computer, but I noticed she was quite engrossed in watching, having viewed several of the videos I'd downloaded.
That evening, I asked her what she thought. She said it was perverted and she couldn't accept doing it.
About a week passed like this. One night, after making love, my wife and I were embracing, and I thought the timing might be right, so I told her I really enjoyed partner swapping, finding it exciting and a way to increase the passion in our sex life.
My wife was shocked and fell silent, looking very unhappy. I knew that what I said would definitely hurt her feelings, but the words were already out.
I said sorry, and we didn't talk anymore, turning off the lights and going to sleep.
That night, I felt I shouldn't have said it; I knew I had hurt her, and I regretted it.
The next day, my wife didn't speak to me, and we both became silent for several days.
On Friday, we still didn't say much, and I felt very depressed. I went to bed at 10 pm.
Soon after, my wife also went to bed. We turned off the lights, still without saying much.
Suddenly, my wife asked me, "Don't you love me anymore?"
"No, I really love you! Believe me!"
My wife suddenly hugged me, her face full of tenderness. "I've noticed you haven't spoken to me these past few days. I know you're upset because of what you said to me, and I feel terrible too. I don't want you to suffer because of me. Do you really like this exchange?" I heard my wife say gently to me.
I said, "Yes, to be honest, I really like that feeling, but you can't accept it. Let's forget about it."
"Do you know why I've felt so bad these past few days? It's not because of what you said, but because I feel like you like swapping because you don't love me anymore!"
"Yan Yan, no, I really love you, just like before. I like this not because I don't love you, you know?"
"Then why? If you love me, would you want me to be with other men?"
"Yan Yan, I really love you, just like before, nothing has changed, but I do feel that after a while, the passion seems to have faded. You've read those articles online, I find them very exciting, I just want to rekindle that old impulse and passion. To be honest, if you really do it with other men, it will break my heart, but at the same time, I'll also feel inexplicably excited, like it can rekindle my passion. That's what I'm thinking, which is why I brought it up with you that day. I hope you don't misunderstand me."
After that, we were silent again, but my wife still held me.
"I don't blame you anymore, I understand."
"Really, you don't blame me anymore?"
"Yes, I don't blame you anymore. As long as you truly love me, that's enough. If you really want it, I can agree, but I still don't like it this way. I'm only doing this because I love you."
My heart trembled at that moment; my wife had actually agreed!
The next day, I went online and told him that my wife had agreed to the partner-swapping arrangement.
He was very excited when he heard this, and immediately started masturbating while looking at my wife's photos online.
He told me to make it happen as soon as possible and to tell my wife that he was the one she was swapping with, and that he was available anytime.
About two weeks later, one evening I asked my wife, "If I find a suitable partner, are you really willing?"
"As long as you love me, I can accept it if you're willing. But I don't like it; I'm just trying to find the feeling you like." My wife seemed to realize I had found someone and asked, "Honey, have you really found someone?"
"Yes, I have."
"Then do you like doing it with his wife?"
Actually, I didn't actually swap wives; I just wanted my wife to feel more balanced, so I said, "Yes, although his wife is older than me, she makes me feel aroused. He agreed to swap with me, and now I want to ask if you're still willing?"
"I already promised you last time; as long as you really like it, that's fine. I'm only doing this because I love you."
Seeing that my wife really agreed, I quickly said, "Then I'll arrange to meet them this Saturday, okay?"
"Whatever you want."
I felt very complicated at that moment, both excited by my wife's agreement and pained that she would soon be possessed by another man; it was quite a complex feeling.
That night, I went online and told him that Saturday was okay.
I asked him where would be better, and he said at my house. At first, I felt this was wrong. How could I let my wife be taken by another man in our home? But he insisted, saying that only in an environment familiar to my wife would she be more relaxed and accepting.
I thought that made sense, so I agreed.
That night, I couldn't sleep at all. How could I let a strange man enter my room and take my wife? It was terrifying! But I didn't refuse. What was wrong with me?
Saturday came in the blink of an eye. We agreed that he would come to my house at 5 pm for dinner, and then we would start.
My wife asked me why he came alone. I understood what she meant. My wife thought we were exchanging partners. Why wasn't the other man's wife coming? I quickly explained, "He's coming to my house on Saturday and I'm going to his house on Sunday." That way, my wife didn't say anything more.
My wife wore a floral tight-fitting capri pants and a short-sleeved t-shirt and started cooking.
I really felt despicable, making my wife cook for someone else and then asking her to sleep with him.
(IV) Feelings of Offering My Wife
He arrived right on time. Around 5 pm, the doorbell rang.
When I heard the doorbell this time, my heart trembled, because I knew that the man I opened the door to let in was there to toy with my wife.
My wife was in the kitchen when I went in and told her, "He's here."
She glanced at me but didn't say anything. I noticed her expression was very complicated; I wondered what she was feeling.
After greeting her, I answered the doorbell and confirmed it was him. I pressed the button for the downstairs apartment door.
We live on the 11th floor. Soon, this middle-aged man, both familiar and unfamiliar, appeared at my door. I hadn't closed the door, only the outer steel security door. He came to the door and waved inside. I saw him and opened the iron gate. I felt as if he had breached my last thread of defense.
He came in and exchanged pleasantries, then asked where my wife was. I said she was cooking in the kitchen. He smiled with satisfaction and said, "Your wife is so virtuous! You're so lucky!"
Looking at his expression, I felt my heart tremble. Yes, such a virtuous and beautiful wife, and I was willingly letting another man possess her!
He seemed quite natural, as if he were very experienced. After sitting for a while, he got up and said he needed to go to the kitchen to greet my wife. He opened the kitchen door and said to my wife, "Hello, are you cooking? Do you need any help?"
I didn't hear how my wife answered; I only saw him politely nod, then close the door and leave, sitting down again to chat with me. Actually, I was completely distracted at the time, feeling very confused and nervous.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, he got to the point, just like when we chatted online before, except this time it was face-to-face and in my home. He had a good grasp of my psychology; he knew very well that I was seeking a sense of humiliation and shame.
He asked me, "After dinner, your wife and I will do it in your bedroom, do you agree? Right on your usual bed."
"Yes, I agree."
He probably felt that this ordinary conversation wasn't enough, so he asked me, "Can we talk in another room, so that your wife won't disturb us here?"
I agreed and led him to my small study, locking the door from the inside.
After I went in, he sat down first, and then said to me, "Now I want you to kneel down in front of me and talk to me. Kneel down!"
I was suddenly stunned and knelt down immediately without knowing why.
He smiled with satisfaction: "I knew you liked this feeling of humiliation. Tell me, right?"
"Yes, you're right!"
"When I'm with your wife later, would you like to watch or stay away?"
"I'd like you to let me see you two."
He smiled again and said, "Actually, I also like to watch you have sex with my wife, but not today. It's the first time, and I'm afraid your wife will be uncomfortable with you there. After we go into the bedroom, I'll lock the door from the inside. You can just listen to her moans from the living room! Do you agree?"
"Okay, I agree."
"Hmm, so later, would you like me to be gentle with your wife or rough?"
"I don't know, whatever you want."
"If you let me have my way, I definitely won't hold back. Your wife will suffer a lot under me. Aren't you grateful for the pleasure I give you?"
"Yes, thank you!"
"If I do it a few more times, your wife will eventually willingly become my sex toy. Are you willing to do that?"
"I do."
At this point, my wife called from the living room that dinner was ready, so we ended the conversation and went out.
The food was already laid out on the table. He praised my wife enthusiastically, but she didn't smile; she was clearly feeling very conflicted and awkward, knowing this man wasn't just an ordinary guest.
The three of us ate in silence, the atmosphere somewhat awkward, while he seemed quite relaxed, constantly trying to find topics to talk about.
Soon after, we finished eating. As usual, I helped my wife clear the table, but today there was another person, whom he politely helped with.
After everything was finished, he quietly said to me, "I'm already itching to sleep with your wife right now. She's really beautiful. Why don't you tell her to take a shower first?"
I nodded in agreement, then quietly said to my wife, "Yan Yan, it's getting late. Why don't you go take a shower first?"
I saw my wife gently bite her lip, hesitant and conflicted, but she didn't say anything, got up, and went to the bedroom to get her clothes to prepare for the shower.
After my wife went into the bathroom, he asked me, "Where does your wife put her clothes after she takes a shower?"
Hearing this, I felt a surge of panic. He was indeed very skilled at manipulating women; he didn't even spare my wife's underwear. I told him that my wife usually put her clothes in the automatic washing machine in the bathroom and would wash them later, but I didn't know if it would be the same today.
As soon as I finished speaking, he got up and quietly walked to the bathroom door. Right in front of me, he pressed his ear against the door to eavesdrop on my wife showering. After listening for a while, he even openly lay down on the floor and peered through the gap between the door and the floor.
I remained silent and patiently endured what was happening.
After a while, he came back and said to me, "Now take me to see your wife's wardrobe. A woman of your wife's high standards must have very impressive underwear."
I felt that at this point, I might agree to any request he made. I was already willing to give him my wife; what else mattered? So I led him into the bedroom and opened the drawer where my wife kept her underwear.
He seemed unusually excited when he saw my wife's clothes, saying, "Your wife is indeed a woman of great taste; her clothes are all very classy. I like them." He then took out a pair of my wife's black lace panties and sniffed them intensely in front of me. Then, he actually pulled out his penis and began to masturbate it, covering the panties with them.
After a few strokes, he suddenly demanded that I kneel before him and use my wife's panties to masturbate him, while he used his free hand to lick a pair of my wife's white panties.
I remained silent and did not refuse any of his demands. This 42-year-old man in front of me made me feel an unprecedented sense of humiliation, yet I felt a strange, unusual excitement.
I glanced at his penis; it was indeed very large, perhaps twice the size of mine. I was worried that my wife wouldn't be able to handle it. His pubic hair was very thick, and he was somewhat overweight, probably due to a good lifestyle, with a protruding belly.
However, he quickly asked to stop, because he didn't want my wife to see this scene yet, fearing she would break down.
I stood up, put away my wife's clothes, closed the drawer, and sat with him in the living room to watch TV while waiting for my wife to come out of the shower.
After about ten more minutes, my wife finally finished showering and came out of the room. She had changed into a coffee-colored camisole nightgown, her hair was still wet, and she exuded a captivating fragrance. I was completely mesmerized. I suddenly realized how beautiful my wife was, and how alluring she looked, though she probably didn't even realize it herself!
As she passed through the living room, she gave me a deep look, and through that look, I could tell she truly loved me. She must have been feeling incredibly conflicted. Today, with my knowledge and permission, she was going to have sex with a 42-year-old stranger, not of her own volition, in her own home, in her own bedroom.
My wife didn't linger in the living room or say anything; she silently went into the bedroom, but she didn't close the door.
Then he asked to use my bathroom to shower. I gave him a new towel. Before he went into the bathroom, he said to me, "I'll be done quickly. Can your wife put on some makeup? I like how women look with makeup, and your wife's makeup is very good; it makes her look classy and elegant." He quickly went into the
bathroom and started showering. I think he's probably rummaging through my wife's underwear right now.
While he was away, I went into the bedroom and saw my wife sitting silently in front of the dressing table, staring blankly at the mirror. I gently placed my hands on her shoulders and said softly, "Yan Yan, I'm sorry, I really like this different feeling, but if you really can't accept it, please tell me now. It's not too late to back out."
My wife was silent for a moment and then said, "Do you want me to back out? That's it, you don't need to say anything more."
Hearing my wife say that, I felt a special kind of pain in my heart, a deep, piercing pain. To be honest, my heart was beating very fast at that moment.
After a while, I told my wife, "Yan Yan, you can put on your makeup. I like watching you do it, and I want you to always look beautiful."
My wife didn't say anything, but I saw her pick up the foundation and start applying it... I watched for a while, then turned and left the bedroom, closing the door behind me, because I felt that this bedroom no longer belonged to me.
I had just sat down in the living room when he came out, wearing a white bathrobe that I kept in the bathroom.
I told him to wait a moment, that my wife was putting on makeup.
He retorted, "Did your wife say I couldn't watch her do her makeup?"
I said, "No, but..."
"Don't say 'but,' I like watching women do their makeup." He said, completely disregarding my opinion, and pushed open the door, walking into the bedroom without closing it, probably hoping I could see it now!
I sat on the living room sofa facing the bedroom, and watched him walk behind my wife for a while, but she didn't react.
He said, "Excuse me, sorry to bother you. I really enjoy watching women put on makeup; I think it's beautiful, even more beautiful than after makeup. May I call you Yan Yan too?"
My wife still didn't speak, so he didn't say anything more either, just stood there quietly watching her put on her makeup.
It felt like a long time had passed before my wife finally finished her makeup. I saw her pick up the hairdryer and start drying her hair.
At this moment, he walked over to my wife and said, "Yan Yan, can I dry your hair for you?"
I thought this man certainly had a lot of experience with women! My heart was practically pounding in my chest as I nervously watched my wife's response.
My wife still didn't say anything, but the man had already reached for the hairdryer. As their hands touched, my wife let go, and he got the hairdryer and started drying her hair.
My wife's hair was beautiful, dyed a ceramic color, with waves that reached just below her shoulders. He held the hairdryer in his right hand and stroked his wife's long hair with his left, carefully drying it. My wife remained seated, letting him manipulate her hair.
After about ten minutes, when her hair was probably dry, he turned off the hairdryer and placed it on the table. Then, he placed his hands on her shoulders and gently kissed her freshly dried hair, saying tenderly, "Yan Yan, you are so beautiful. I was captivated the first time I saw you. It's the greatest honor of my life to have the chance to be with you." He then embraced her, kissing her neck and shoulders tenderly.
I couldn't see her expression at that moment, but she didn't resist or avoid it at all. I think she was determined to accept what was about to happen.
While I was still in a daze, he suddenly picked her up and turned to face me. I felt a sudden pang of heartbreak.
This was the first time I had seen my wife wearing a sexy nightgown, being held by another man, and I knew what was about to happen.
My wife's face was turned outwards, and I could see her face, but her eyes were tightly closed. He held my wife, looked at me, and walked towards the bedroom door. I was stunned; I could hardly breathe.
When he reached the door, he gave me a strange smile and slammed the door shut with his foot. The door clicked shut, followed by another click—it was locked from the inside, and I was locked out.
At that moment, I felt incredibly conflicted—a mix of excitement, heartache, regret, shame, and exhilaration… I knew this was the feeling I had been craving.
After the door closed, honestly, the thrill of the stimulation far outweighed the heartache of having my wife violated.
I suddenly felt an urge. I stood up, walked to the bedroom door, and pressed my ear tightly against it. I wanted to hear everything he did to my wife.
As soon as I reached the door, I heard my wife's first sound from inside: "Ah…"
My heart skipped a beat. I didn't know what he had done to make my wife make that sound. But I was certain he was now taking advantage of my wife.
I really don't know how Yan Yan is doing now. But I'm still very excited, and I unconsciously started masturbating.
Knowing full well that my wife was being played with in the room, I was eavesdropping and masturbating by the door; I simply couldn't believe myself.
I masturbated while listening intently to the sounds coming from inside, hoping to guess what was happening.
As her husband, my wife was being played with by another man in our own bedroom right in front of me, and I was willingly locked out of the room.
I could hear the man's heavy breathing; I imagined him greedily kissing and tasting every part of my wife's body. My wife wasn't making a sound, at least I didn't hear it, or if she did, it was very faint; she was definitely gritting her teeth and enduring it.
After a few minutes, I heard my wife let out an "Ah!" again, followed by the sound of the mattress heaving. I knew he had definitely inserted his thick penis into my wife's body and was thrusting violently.
My breathing quickened, and my masturbation intensified. Subconsciously, I desperately wanted him to brutally violate my wife, showing no mercy whatsoever. I was insane; I abandoned all moral constraints, my mind screaming: Fuck her! Fuck her to your heart's content! Conquer her! The masturbation
continued for a long time. "No…" came my wife's voice again. But those two words sounded very short, as if her mouth had been gagged before she could finish.
Yes, I knew it. He was about to ejaculate, so he forced my wife to give him oral sex, or rather, he forced his penis into Yan Yan's mouth, silencing her.
Yes, I think I guessed right. The continuous moans coming from my wife's nose confirmed it. He was so rough. My wife rarely gave me oral sex, and today she was forcibly having his penis inserted into her mouth, right after intercourse, and I didn't even know if he was using a condom. All of this was something I had forgotten to consider beforehand. But it was too late to say anything now; I could only accept and endure what had happened.
About ten minutes later, I heard the man groan, and my wife moaned several times. I figured he must have ejaculated directly into her mouth. At that moment, I finally couldn't hold back anymore and masturbated, ejaculating a lot. I felt an unprecedented stimulation and satisfaction, a guilty pleasure.
(V) After Offering My Wife
After hearing the man's ejaculation at the bedroom door, I masturbated and ejaculated as well. It suddenly became quiet inside. I knew he must be resting on my wife. My mood seemed to calm down a little, so I went to the sofa in the living room and sat down, waiting for the man to come out of my bedroom.
About ten minutes later, the door in front of me, which had been closed for nearly an hour, finally opened. I saw him walk out with a very satisfied expression and then close the door behind him.
My mind went blank. He walked up to me and said, "I just slept with your wife. Are you excited?" I answered him mechanically, "Yes, I'm excited."
His expression suddenly turned very serious. He said, "Kneel down! You vile man!" I don't know why, but hearing his words, my legs went weak, and I knelt at the man's feet—the man who had just raped my wife.
I felt the blood rush to my head. I felt I had lost all my dignity in front of this man; I felt an unprecedented sense of shame.
Just then, he continued, "Now it's your turn to thank me. Say a few words!"
I had already lost consciousness and said in a trembling voice, "Yes, I thank you for defiling my wife. Thank you! You've worked hard."
He nodded with satisfaction and then spread his legs in front of me. "Your wife is really beautiful! Her skin is delicate, fair, and smooth. Her breasts are very elastic, and she has almost no areolas, only two small nipples. She's never had children, so her vagina is very tight! I had a great time today and ejaculated a lot, right into your wife's mouth, and she swallowed it. Hehe... Now you can go see her, but you'll have to crawl between my legs."
I could hardly believe my ears. While I was hesitating, he shouted at me again, "Crawl!" I felt as if there was an irresistible force, making me crawl so humiliatingly between the legs of the man who had just defied my wife. After
I crawled over, he smiled with satisfaction. "Alright, I'm leaving now. Take good care of her. I'll have her again next time." After saying that, he opened the door and left.
I was stunned for a moment before I seemed to come to my senses again. I slowly pushed open the bedroom door and saw the bed in disarray. My wife was lying face down on the bed, naked, clutching a blanket, her hair disheveled—clearly, it had been pulled roughly. Her face was buried deep in the blanket, as if she didn't want to face the world anymore. Her pink underwear was thrown on the floor, and her brown pajamas were tossed nearby. Clearly, he hadn't been kind to my wife.
Seeing this, my heart ached terribly, but this was something I had initially expected. I went over and hugged my wife. Suddenly, she threw herself into my arms and cried. I didn't say anything; I didn't know what to say.
After a while, my wife gradually calmed down. She buried her head in my chest, not wanting me to see her tears: "Do you really still love me?"
I stroked her hair and said, "Yan Yan, I know you did all this for me. I will only love you more, really!"
Then I lifted her head. My wife's face was filled with shame, but I found her beautiful in that moment. I lightly kissed her lips, tasting the metallic smell of semen. My heart ached, but I said nothing. I only hoped my wife could recover quickly.
After a while, my wife said, "I want to take a shower." I felt she had recovered from her earlier confused and lost state. "Okay, go ahead, don't overthink it." And so, my first time offering my wife to someone else ended.
After my wife came out of the shower, I recalled the scene of her being played with by someone else that day, and suddenly I became unusually excited. I pulled my wife close and started having sex with her violently...
The next day, Sunday, I lied to my wife that I was going to that man's house to see his wife, and then left home and went out for a night. When I came back, my wife didn't ask anything, and our lives returned to normal for the next few days.
A few days later, one late night, I was alone in the study surfing the internet when I encountered that man. He asked me if I wanted to know how he had sex with my wife. I said I really wanted to know.
He said that after he closed the door, he put my wife on the bed, and my wife just kept her eyes tightly closed. He first caressed my wife's entire body through her pajamas, then licked and kissed every part of her body. Next, he pulled down her pink panties, at which point my wife's face flushed crimson with embarrassment.
He pulled up the hem of her pajamas and pounced on her, sucking on her genitals. My wife cried out in surprise, which only fueled his excitement. Ignoring her attempts to avoid him and struggle, he forcefully inserted his tongue into her vagina, licking and sucking relentlessly. He said my wife initially resisted, but then her body went limp, and she lay on the bed writhing and moaning.
Soon, he noticed a lot of fluid flowing from her vagina. He knew that although she was unwilling, the primal stimulation was irresistible. I think from the moment her vagina began to flow with lubrication, she had been forced to surrender herself completely to this unusual sexual act.
After discovering that my wife's vagina was already wet, he unhesitatingly thrust his already erect and thick penis all the way in. My wife cried out in pain; she had never been penetrated by such a large, unfamiliar penis before. He showed no mercy whatsoever, instead lifting my wife's legs to penetrate even deeper.
He told me that the more pain my wife showed, the more excited he became, and the greater the sense of conquest he felt.
He pressed himself against my wife for over ten minutes before suddenly lifting her onto him, making her sit on top of him, and then switching to a doggy style position. He said that when my wife was lying face down, her buttocks were very white and sexy, and felt great to the touch.
He said that in the end, he was holding my wife's buttocks while fucking her, and when he couldn't hold back any longer and was about to ejaculate, he suddenly pulled my wife's hair. My wife cried out "Ah!" from the sudden hair pull, and he took the opportunity to shove his penis into her mouth, which was covered in vaginal fluid.
He said that seeing my wife's exquisitely made-up face and her lips, painted with crystal pink lipstick, holding his penis, excited him greatly, and he immediately ejaculated. My wife struggled to move her mouth away, but he held her head firmly, forcing her to let his semen stream into her mouth.
After ejaculating, he still didn't pull his penis out of my wife's mouth and demanded that she swallow the semen. My wife naturally refused, and he said, "If you don't swallow it, I'll keep it in your mouth forever. Besides, this is the bedroom; where can you spit out the semen? Aren't you afraid your husband will find out? Do you want him to know I ejaculated in your mouth?"
My wife hesitated but still swallowed it. He then thrust a few more times before finally pulling out. My wife lay on the bed sobbing, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation. He said that seeing my wife cry made him feel particularly excited and satisfied, and he told me to arrange the next time as soon as possible.
(To be continued)
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