From raping his wife to wife swapping

I've been married to my wife for five years, but we don't have children yet. My wife is a classic beauty, with fair skin, much like the woman in the Olay commercials.
Our married life was initially sweet, but after a while, it became dull and monotonous. Especially in our sex life, I tried some new methods, techniques, and even porn to fill the void, but my wife wouldn't cooperate; she was always reserved. She found watching porn disgusting, thinking that foreigners' penises were too big and terrifying, which disappointed me greatly.
Not long ago, I saw articles about wife-swapping on a sex website that piqued my interest. I read all the articles and became very fascinated, but my wife is so traditional; she definitely wouldn't accept it, so we had to give up.
Then one day, I was chatting with a netizen who was a wife-swapping expert. He had successfully persuaded my wife to participate and was enjoying it immensely. I told him about my troubles. He gave me an idea that suddenly gave me hope. He told me that, according to Freud, women actually have a deep-seated desire to be raped and to have sex with other men, but they are bound by traditional ideas.
I asked, "Then what should I do?" He said, "You can break this bondage and let your wife experience pleasure, then there won't be a problem."
I said, "But my wife is completely unwilling to try, how can I break this bond?"
He said, "Then let her try! You can impersonate someone else and possess her, let her feel pleasure! Even if she can't accept it, once she finds out it's you, it won't matter anymore, and maybe you'll succeed."
I said, "Do you want me to pretend to be someone else and rape her?" He said, "It's not rape, just treat it as a different way of having sex."
After thinking about it for a few days, I decided to give it a try. Even if something went wrong, it wouldn't be a big deal, and my wife would accept it, after all, he's her husband! So I started planning this scheme.
To avoid arousing my wife's suspicion, I specially ordered a custom-made realistic penis, the same size as the ones used by black men in porn movies, which could be fitted over my real penis. I also prepared some other items. Once everything was ready, I began to put my plan into action.
On Wednesday, after my wife left for work, I called to ask for leave and then made some arrangements to make it look like someone was entering through the window, since I live on the first floor. After setting everything up, I called my wife and told her I was with clients that night and wouldn't be back until late. I also mentioned that there was construction going on in the neighborhood, making it a bit chaotic, and asked her to close the balcony doors and windows when she got home. Then I patiently waited for her to return.
At 7 PM, my wife came home on time. She changed her shoes and went into the bedroom to change into her pajamas, while I hid in the closet. Just as my wife finished changing and was about to leave, I quietly stepped out of the closet, grabbed her from behind, and took out a handkerchief laced with ether that I had prepared beforehand, covering her mouth and nose. My wife immediately lost consciousness.
I took off my wife's pajamas, placed her on the bed, and then used the rope and blindfold I had prepared to tie her hands and eyes. My wife lay on the bed in a spread-eagle position, which looked somewhat like a SM scenario. Then I gagged her with packing tape and slowly began to gently wake her.
She gradually woke up, initially unaware of what was happening, but slowly she came to her senses and began to struggle desperately, all in vain. I slowly began to unhook her bra, revealing her snow-white breasts. For the first time, I realized how sexy and alluring her breasts were.
I started to rub her nipples repeatedly, and gradually they hardened. Although she continued to struggle, she paused for a moment when I started rubbing them; I knew this meant a stimulating pleasure. Before this plan, I had deliberately abstained from sex with her for a long time.
My hands began to roam over my wife's body, constantly caressing her sensitive areas. I licked her entire body with the tip of my tongue, like a sauna attendant, gently and delicately licking her from her neck to her nipples, then her lower abdomen, thighs, and all the way to her toes.
It was the first time I had done such a delicate foreplay. My wife's struggles gradually transformed into a responsive struggle, no longer the aimless, violent struggles, but a rhythmic swaying from side to side.
I saw that a patch of my wife's panties was wet with her vaginal fluid, shaped like a fan. Without hesitation, I tore off her panties, and my wife's vulva was immediately revealed before my eyes. A pink slit was hidden between her pink labia, and her pubic hair was already wet with vaginal fluid. My wife's pubic hair was my favorite; it wasn't as thick and black as others', but rather lightly distributed above and to the sides of her vagina, giving it a youthful appearance.
I put on my dildo, applied the lubricant I had prepared beforehand, and gently inserted it into my wife's vagina. As soon as the head of my penis entered, my wife began to struggle, putting up a final resistance. I pressed down on her legs and thrust my hips in, inching forward. Although there was some resistance, most of it went in smoothly. This was unexpected; I had thought it would be difficult. It seemed my wife's vagina had a larger capacity than I imagined.
As I pushed further in, her vagina was stretched full and even shifted slightly inward. I suddenly pulled out forcefully, and my wife let out a muffled groan, tears streaming down her cheeks. It seemed my wife's heart had been conquered. I began to thrust vigorously, each stroke deep. With each thrust, her vagina became even wetter, the folds of skin at the vaginal opening moving in and out with each stroke. It seemed my penis had truly filled her vagina completely.
I began to thrust wildly, and my wife's struggles turned into cooperative back-and-forth rocking. I knelt down and kissed her deeply, her tongue swirling wildly in my mouth. I secretly untied the rope binding my wife's hands, and she began to moan. At first, she tried to control herself, but then the moans grew louder. With each thrust, she cried out loudly, her voice filled with desire and satisfaction—the first time I'd ever heard her moan so loudly since we got married.
Her vaginal fluids had soaked the sheets, and a large amount of white, foamy liquid, like beer foam, was gushing out. Her face was flushed with excitement; I knew she was close to orgasm, so I thrust even more frantically. Suddenly, she grabbed me, let out a few rapid, loud moans, and then collapsed onto the bed as if in a daze. I withdrew my penis, and a lot of vaginal fluid came out with it.
I quietly packed everything up, left a prepared note by the bed, and slipped out of the house. I hid all the tools and returned home around 11 PM. My wife had already cleaned up the mess and was watching TV—clearly a pretense. The note by the bed was gone. Actually, I left a message on it: "Come find me when you miss me," followed by a QQ number my wife didn't know. (By the way, I filmed the whole thing on DV.)
For the next few days, I made excuses to come home late, and unusually, my wife agreed without saying much. I hid at the office, surfing the internet and waiting for my wife to appear. Finally, I received a message from her.
At first, she barely spoke, so I said to her, "You were so wet that day!" She still ignored me. I said again, "Is my penis bigger than your husband's?" She still wouldn't answer. So I said, "I filmed us having sex that day."
My wife finally said, "Why did you want to ruin my life?" I said, "Life is actually very diverse. Is it wrong to enjoy some happiness and indulge yourself a little? Besides, I never thought of ruining your life!"
After my persuasion, my wife gradually began to emerge from the shadows and started talking to me about everything. She even called me "wife" and "husband" online. In fact, she didn't realize that this was her real husband.
Next, I began the second step of my plan. I invited my online friend (the wife-swapping expert) to meet me. He was indeed tall and imposing; no wonder he attracted other men's wives. I discussed my plan with him, and he agreed to impersonate her, bringing his wife to meet me. His wife was very beautiful, a dancer with an amazing figure and a captivating charm; she had large, well-maintained breasts.
We went to his house, which was tastefully decorated, with large photos of his wife performing on the walls. His wife chatted with us for a while before taking a shower. Meanwhile, he went to my house as planned.
After showering, she came out wearing only a small towel. I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, placing her on the bed. I pulled her head to the edge of the bed, letting it dangle so her mouth and throat were in a straight line. Standing taller, I thrust my penis in as far as I could, all the way down her throat, my entire penis inside her mouth.
This was my first time wife-swapping. I thrust forcefully into her mouth, increasing the frequency of my hip movements. After a while, my penis was rock hard, and I couldn't wait to get her off the bed, make her lie face down on the edge, legs spread wide. I aimed at her buttocks, pressing my penis comfortably against her bare vulva, and thrust my hips forward, the glans parting her slightly closed labia, my penis plunging deep into her deep and unfamiliar vagina.
Because of the tension, my sister-in-law's body trembled violently, and I felt her vagina contract, causing her to let out a soft "ah." I thrust in roughly, pumping wildly, my hard penis rubbing against her tender flesh. Fine beads of sweat appeared on my sister-in-law's smooth, white forehead, her pretty face contorting in pain with each piston-like movement.
To ease the pain, she tried to spread her legs wider, accommodating my thrusts. She closed her eyes, as if she could see her husband looking at her resentfully, watching him abuse his power over her.
I comfortably enjoyed the immense pleasure brought by the contractions of her soft vaginal walls. My sister-in-law's snow-white fingers gripped the sheets tightly, her delicate features contorted in pain, her slender eyebrows furrowed, and large beads of sweat mingled with tears on her smooth cheeks. Her sensual lips parted slightly, emitting soft, baby-like moans with each thrust.
After another hundred or so vigorous thrusts, I reached my climax. With each contraction of her vagina, I abruptly withdrew my penis, causing her to turn and kneel beside me. Opening her mouth, I forcefully forced my penis through her lips, letting out a loud "whoosh" as I ejaculated streams of hot semen into her mouth

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