My wife slept with a handsome young man.

It was Sunday, the second day back at work after the National Day holiday. I worked overtime at the company for a while, had lunch at work, and then went home. When I got home, it was only eight o'clock. My wife was lying in bed. She wasn't wearing her usual loungewear; instead, she was wearing tight yoga pants, clearly showing off her leg shape. Her round, plump buttocks and the tight fit around her legs were incredibly alluring. She was wearing a short, tight-fitting top that accentuated her bust. If you didn't look at her arms or face, you would never guess that my wife is almost fifty years old.
I asked her if she had eaten, and she lazily said yes, adding that the dishes weren't washed yet and were soaking in the kitchen sink.
After I finished washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen, my wife had already gotten up, changed into her home clothes, and was lazily curled up on the sofa, fiddling with the remote control, looking for a TV program. I watched TV with her.
When it was time to sleep, I video-chatted with my friend in the school dormitory for a short while. Then, my wife and I washed our faces, brushed our teeth, and went to bed, just like any other ordinary night. We brushed our teeth, washed our faces, and went back to the bedroom. We took off our clothes and put them on the small cabinet next to the bed. We covered ourselves with the blanket, both naked. My wife leaned against me and looked at her phone for a while, then turned off the bedside lamp. She leaned against me, and her hand naturally went to my penis. I held my wife's naked body, just like every other night.
I asked my wife what time she came back. She said before five o'clock. I asked why she came back so early. She said she didn't go out in the afternoon. I said, "Did you go out to play in the afternoon?" She hummed in agreement. I said, "I went to see your son." She said, "Not him." Hearing that it wasn't him, I figured she wasn't up to anything; she probably went to see another man. I asked if she booked a hotel room. She hummed in agreement. I asked if she was old. She said no, in her twenties. I asked if she was pretty. She said, "So-so."
She took her hand off my penis, leaned against me, and hugged me tightly. I held my wife, touching her waist and back.
I held her close and placed her hand back on my semi-erect penis, letting her stroke it. Then I asked her when we met, and she said a few days ago. I let her describe the experience while touching my penis, saying it was enjoyable. My
wife hasn't gone out for casual sex in a long time; at most, she'll visit her lover for a while. To be honest, I've always hoped she would go on dates, date other men, and experience more while she's still young and attractive to men. My wife
said that guy added her on QQ, and they'd been chatting for a while. She'd seen his picture; he was okay-looking, thin, and tall. She wasn't disgusted, but she wasn't particularly fond of him either. The guy asked my wife to meet him, and since she didn't have much to do at work, she went out at noon to keep the appointment. The two of them had lunch together. My wife said he didn't look good in photos; he was much better looking in person. He was alright, not the type to shower her with sweet talk, but not the dull type either. My wife liked him. I asked who suggested getting a hotel room. My wife said, "We'd already met, why not do something?" After lunch, he suggested getting a room to chat for a while, and my wife didn't object, so they went.
I asked him if he knew how old he was, and my wife said yes, I told her he was fifty. I said, "These days young men like younger women."
My wife said, "Younger women? I'm an old woman." I said, "You two got a room, went in for a bath, and then...you know...that was you." My wife said that after they got to the room, they chatted for about half an hour. I asked what they talked about, and my wife said, "What else could we talk about? Just random chatter."
The two chatted for a while, then went to shower separately. The wife showered first, then went to bed to wait for him. When he came back, he asked if she wanted to wear stockings. She said she would if she had any. The boy took a pair of stockings out of his bag. I asked if they were open-crotch, and she said no, just the regular kind that goes down to the thigh. She said she didn't like those stockings, the color was bad. I asked what color they were, and she said flesh-colored. I said she liked dark colors, they made her legs look thinner.
After she put on the stockings, the two kissed in bed for a while. The boy touched her vagina, but very roughly, making her uncomfortable. She asked him to lick her, so he did. I asked if she had given him oral sex, and she said yes. I said, "Give me some oral sex too." She lifted the covers, knelt on the bed, and bent over to give me oral sex. My penis got hard in no time.
I asked her if his was big. She said not as big as hers. "Is it thick?" she said. I told my wife to find someone with a thick and big penis next time, and she said she'd check it out first before booking a room. I said, "You really want that?" She replied, "Since we're going out to have fun, shouldn't we find someone to enjoy it to
the fullest?" After my wife sucked on me for a while, I patted her big ass and said, "Let me serve you too." She naturally straddled my face, clamping my head between her legs. I moved the pillow around, finding the most comfortable one, and started 69 with her, licking her ass while asking if she used a condom. She mumbled "yes" while sucking on me. My
wife lay down and inserted my penis. As I moved, I listened to her and the young man's bedroom conversation.
My wife put a condom on him, and then the young man pressed down on her, holding her legs and starting to fuck her. Later, they changed positions several times—fucked on the bed, fucked while standing on the floor, fucked while standing on the bed, fucked while kneeling on a chair—they changed positions quite a few times.
I asked him if he was hard, and my wife said yes, much harder than his. I asked her to ride on top of me, but she said she was tired and didn't want to. I asked her if he was good at it, and she said so-so, adding that he couldn't last long in one position before having to pull out and change positions. I asked her if she had an orgasm, and she said yes. I asked her if she enjoyed it, and she said it was okay. Later, she urged me to hurry up so we could go to sleep early. While I was on top of her, I asked her how long we lasted, and she said about half an hour. I said we only came once, and she said just once. I asked her if she would go back to him, and she said no, if she were to find someone, she'd want someone with a big, thick penis, long duration, and good technique, saying this one was just so-so.
After we finished, we cuddled for a while, and she quickly fell asleep.
Even after she fell asleep, I couldn't sleep. My body wanted to rest, but my mind kept wandering.
My wife and her lover have been together for many years. They sleep together, chat constantly on their phones, meet up, eat together, and watch movies together, just like any other couple in love. Although they have disagreements, they always make up quickly. There's a significant age gap between them; one is overly maternal, the other has a mother complex, but marriage isn't on their minds. I don't object to my wife seeing other men, or even developing a relationship, as long as it doesn't affect our family. A woman should feel happier having several men devoted to her, and that's what I, as her husband, want. However, I'm also a little uneasy. Perhaps my wife has given some of her affection to someone else, and she thought a few years would be enough, but it's dragged on for ten years. We're almost fifty, and while my wife can continue this relationship, I hope they don't do it too frequently. I also hope she'll meet other men.
Since my wife got together with her lover, I've been constantly encouraging her to see other men, from sixty or seventy to sixteen or seventeen, even two at a time. My wife has also looked for men, and I've introduced some to her. Fellow 69-year-olds, many people think about introducing men to their wives, but not everyone can actually do it. I introduced three to my wife. She rejected one after just looking at his photo. Another she added on QQ, chatted for a while, and then nothing came of it. And the last one, she chatted with him on QQ for a bit, met him, sat in a coffee shop for a while, and then lost contact. My wife has also looked for men outside the marriage, but she always compares each man to her lover or me, and nothing comes of it.
Men and women are different in many ways, including when it comes to sleeping with someone. For men, it's easy to look at women with sex as the goal; for women, sex is one aspect, but there might be other factors involved. My wife is that kind of woman.
When I found out my wife had slept with his high school crush and was also having an affair with my best friend's husband, I was incredibly excited—excited, happy, and thrilled all at once. It felt so good.
Whether my wife had come to terms with it or simply liked that guy, I won't speculate, but the fact that she's seeing other men makes me so excited, so happy, so thrilled.

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