The Fun of Being a Turtle

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Another night. With my movements and teasing, my wife slowly became more aroused, her breathing quickening. She told me that a man she didn't dislike, who was quite eligible, wanted to invite her to dinner.

I asked her, "Just dinner?" She hesitated, saying, "We'll see!" She didn't know what would happen.

I was nervous; after all, it had always been just fantasy, and the thought of it actually happening made my heart clench. But my desire had already risen, and I thrust into her forcefully. Maybe it was wicked, but anyway, wasn't this what I longed for?

My wife moaned and groaned as I rubbed her vulva, encouraging her, "Go ahead, I won't blame you." She asked, "Really, you won't blame me?" I promised her that as long as she loved me, she could do whatever she wanted. It was incredibly exciting; I experienced unprecedented pleasure and was truly grateful to my wife.

She said, "He's already asked me out for dinner tomorrow night."

I had repeatedly promised that I wouldn't blame her. 'It's finally coming…' I thought.

That evening, after work, I went home at my usual time. On the way, my wife texted me: "Honey, I'm going to dinner. He's picking me up." I shamelessly got an erection, pulled over, and texted her back, my hands shaking.

I replied, "Have fun, don't feel guilty."

I parked downstairs, unable to eat or watch TV. My mind kept racing: "Did they hold hands? Did they take their clothes off?" I was going crazy.

Around 9 pm, my wife texted again, saying she'd be back late, but no later than midnight. After that, she didn't text again. My penis remained erect, and I paced around the house, wanting to take care of myself several times, but I resisted.

"What's my wife like now? Is she naked and moaning under another man? Oral sex or 69?"

Midnight passed, and my wife still hadn't returned. I cursed inwardly: "Does she want to fuck my wife to death?"

Just as I was feeling incredibly anxious, my phone rang. Damn it! It really startled me. It was a text message: "Honey, I'm home."

A knock sounded at the door, and my wife finally came home. High heels, black stockings, and a business suit jacket—her eyes were alluring. What a vain woman, she'd dressed up so meticulously

. As soon as she entered, she threw herself into my arms: "Honey! I…" I hugged her tightly, ignoring my throbbing erection, and kissed her neck hard in a retaliatory manner.

Suddenly, she cried: "Are you angry? Honey, I'm sorry! Honey…"

Of course I was angry; how could I not feel angry? But desire surged again. I slipped my hand inside her collar and grabbed her breast, then hugged her with my other arm and led her to the bedroom…

"Did he kiss you?" I asked excitedly in her ear. "Yes…" My wife's face turned as red as a tomato, responding to my excitement, and she grabbed my penis.

"Oh, he really kissed you. Did he touch you?"

My wife also became excited: "Yes."

"His breasts, or down there?" My voice trembled.

"I...touched everything."

Damn! I quickly ripped off my wife's coat and pushed her onto the bed. She was still wearing a thong... My nose was practically bleeding. I roughly shoved my fingers inside. My wife had obviously cleaned up; there was no odor, but the fresh fluid had already soaked my fingers.

My wife was scared and asked, "Weren't you not angry?"

I said, "I'm not angry, I'm excited."

Without much foreplay, I positioned my wife on all fours, took out my rock-hard penis, and thrust it in. My wife's wet and slippery pussy was amazing. I thrust in and out dozens of times, and my wife cried out in pleasure.

I grabbed my wife's hand and brought my mouth close to her ear, asking, "Was it exciting?"

"Mmm," my wife said shyly, "but I was so nervous, my head was spinning, I didn't know what I was doing."

"Then tell me the details!" I adjusted my position, sitting on the bed, letting my wife wrap herself around me, her vagina swallowing my penis, her breasts pressing against my chest, slowly rubbing against me. My wife still didn't dare face me, burying her head behind my neck and telling me the whole story.

The man kept praising his wife for being young, beautiful, and having a good figure, and his wife was also very happy. After drinking some red wine, she became more talkative. After dinner, it was already past 9 o'clock. The crucial time had arrived, and my wife knew what was probably going to happen, her expression becoming awkward.

The man was very considerate: "You're tired, shall we go and rest for a bit?"

"We haven't talked enough yet!"

"Okay, I haven't talked enough either,"

my wife said, "but don't go past 12 o'clock."

Definitely, the man agreed immediately and drove to a hotel. The man in the car was very proper, registering and going upstairs. His wife, shy like a little girl, kept her head down as she entered the elevator, afraid the hotel staff would see her.

I didn't miss a single detail; his wife babbled and explained things to me… It was truly the most magical night of my life.

Reaching the room door, his wife was already a little dazed. In a novel, this might be a very ordinary story, but in reality, it was incredibly nerve-wracking. The door opened, and the man, not saying a word, reached out and pulled his wife into the room, afraid she would be too nervous. Neither of them had much experience breaking the awkward silence, so they just sat on the bed watching TV…

The man said, "You've had a long day at work, go take a shower!" What a sly fox.

His wife hummed in agreement and went into the bathroom.

She took off her coat and underwear, her mind blank. The man didn't follow, which surprised her… She thought, "He's a man of taste, after all."

My wife, wearing only her underwear and wrapped in a towel, came out and said shyly, "You should take a shower too!" The man joked, "You have such a great figure, you don't look like someone who's ever been married... Your husband is so lucky!"

After showering, the man also came out wrapped in a towel and sat next to his wife. She leaned into his arms. He massaged her shoulders, and she said his breath on her neck made her weak.

Hearing this, I vigorously massaged her breasts, suppressing the urge to ejaculate, and rubbed her vulva hard. Don't laugh at me, no one can resist this stimulation. Semen was already seeping out, so I quickly stopped and continued listening to my wife.

The man couldn't hold back any longer and began kissing her neck, his hands slipping inside her towel... My wife felt an unprecedented stimulation, her breathing rapid, just like when she first met me, her vaginal fluids flowing freely. She hugged this unfamiliar body, welcoming the man's advances.

At this point, there was nothing left to hold back. A wet kiss, gripping his penis, oral sex—the man relentlessly sucked on his wife's breasts and nipples, his fingers parting her thong, stirring her wet labia. Everything became frantic and uncontrollable. 'There's no point in being reserved anymore,' the wife thought. 'Let's just go all out tonight!'

As the actions became increasingly excessive, the man inserted his fingers into his wife's vagina, and she began to moan, vigorously masturbating him…

"Why don't you take them off?" the man said, pointing to his wife's barely-tight thong. The wife, equally wanton, replied, "I'll leave them for you to take off!"

At this point, the man was practically insane. He tore off his wife's underwear, buried his head in her clitoris, and sucked on her clitoris. The wife scratched several bloody marks on the man's back, having already let loose.

What was bound to happen eventually did. Around eleven o'clock, the man's penis breached his wife's vagina... His wife's legs were spread wide apart, her vagina turned inside out, welcoming the attack of a stranger, perhaps the fifth penis. She was soaking wet and moaning loudly.

The man was drenched in sweat. Heh, perhaps he hadn't expected his wife to be so amazing. He only lasted seven or eight minutes before suddenly pulling out his penis and ejaculating his hot semen onto his wife's stomach...

My God! I almost fainted from the stimulation. I had already ejaculated once and was hard again.

At this moment, my wife laughed lewdly and asked me, "Was it good?"

I said, "I'll fuck you to death," pushed my wife onto the balcony, and thrust vigorously. Finally, I ejaculated a second time, and it seemed there wasn't much left...

I lay on the bed, and my wife gently wiped my penis and testicles. As the heat subsided, I savored the experience.

"You're still angry," my wife said seductively, "You're the one who gave him away."

"Yeah, I'm not angry with you." I asked, "Only once?" Ugh, I'm such a fucking lecher.

"Twice..." my wife said shyly. I had already ejaculated and was exhausted, so I just held my wife and fell asleep.

[The End]

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