Sex video of my wife and male colleague

I've known my wife for eleven years and been married for four, yet I still vividly remember our first meeting.

It was at a friend's dinner party, and she, fresh out of high school, was also there. The first thing that struck me was her above-average looks and her long legs encased in tight jeans. She had no idea how alluring those legs were to men.

I got her phone number from a friend and immediately launched a fierce pursuit. To my surprise, she came from a strict family and, having focused solely on her studies, had never been in a relationship. Many men pursued her, but none had succeeded. This delighted me, but also made me a little worried, and I secretly resolved to win her over.

After more than two months of relentless pursuit and persistent pleading, she finally agreed to be my girlfriend.

We studied in different cities, so every time we met was difficult, but we cherished each other. Each time we booked a hotel room, it was always just flirting, never actually going to bed. It wasn't until six months later that we finally had sex. It was our first time, and it took us ages to get inside. I ejaculated within minutes, and the thought of it was embarrassing. But who doesn't have an embarrassing first time?

After all these years of trials and tribulations, the love between us has transcended romantic love; it's become more like familial love.

They say there's a seven-year itch, but I've been with my wife for ten years, and the initial passion has faded. I have to find ways to keep things fresh.

When we were in school, I often read her novels, and naturally, her sex education included porn.

At first, she was embarrassed to watch, and seeing how explicit the characters were, she found it unbelievable. That's when she realized that love could be done this way. Almost all our experience and skills were self-taught on the computer; we learned through trial and error.

She knew I had a thing for stockings, and when we were together, weather permitting, she would wear a short skirt with sheer stockings and high heels. Her naturally beautiful legs, combined with the allure of the stockings, made me want to push her down immediately.

Sometimes we would take photos and short videos of our lovemaking. She also knew I liked visiting smut sites, and when I uploaded her photos there, she didn't scold me; in fact, she was somewhat supportive. Women are always a little vain, and seeing other netizens' compliments always makes them happy.

Sometimes I would let her go shopping without underwear, wearing stockings and a very short skirt. It was easy for her to accidentally expose herself, so she had to walk around cautiously. But I was secretly enjoying it, waiting for her to be exposed. Sometimes at night, when I knew it was safe, I would deliberately lift her skirt, startling her so much that she would quickly grab my hand and look around to see if anyone noticed.

Every time I let her go out without underwear, I would find her vagina wet when we got home; she still craved that kind of stimulation. The once obedient girl was slowly being brought out of her true nature.

We tried all sorts of places to make love: underground parking garages, rooftops, groves, tea houses, even the restrooms in school buildings—anything safe enough, she was willing to try. What women need most is security; if you give her that, she'll be willing to go crazy with you.

I've had this cuckolding idea for a long time, perhaps related to the first adult novel I read. It was a cuckolding novel that got my blood pumping; that pleasure and excitement was deeply buried in my heart.

My wife was surprised when she found out about this idea, followed by anger. She felt I didn't love her and only used her as a tool for sexual gratification, and she ignored me for days.

Later, through sweet talk and sending her over a hundred text messages every day, I finally made her understand that I truly loved her, and that my cuckolding thoughts were just a way to make her happy and deepen our relationship. I also found many classic novels for her to read, such as "Young Woman Bai Jie," "Young Woman Ya Qi," and "The Silk Wife and the Green-Hat Husband," etc. She was very engrossed in them and felt something while reading.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change. Gradually, she became less resistant to my cuckolding ideas. Sometimes during sex, I would let her imagine a handsome classmate licking her ear, whispering "little slut" in her ear, and licking her nipples. Whenever she had this fantasy, she seemed to get much wetter than usual, which made me even happier.

Deep down, she was a little slut, craving excitement, but traditional thinking limited her actions. Things can't be rushed; everything has to take time. The seed of cuckolding was slowly sprouting and growing, and it would only be realized when the right time, place, and people were all in place. There was still a long way to go. She

had a male colleague, W, who had been flirting with my wife since she started working there. He would chat with her whenever he had nothing to say, and if he ran out of things to say, he would find something to talk about. My wife found it quite annoying, feeling he was too talkative. And having someone she didn't like constantly bothering her was unpleasant; I'm sure some people understand this feeling.

W is a married man. I've seen him before when picking my wife up from work. He's about 176cm tall, has a decent build, and is fairly good-looking—at least physically attractive to women.

I don't mind his presence at all. First, it shows my wife is quite charming; second, I don't feel he poses any threat to me, so I've never paid him any attention. Sometimes when my wife and I are having sex, I'll tease her about wanting him to have sex with her, but she always pouts and ignores me.

That male colleague really likes my wife's legs in stockings and sometimes secretly takes pictures of them. What's worse, he even sends the photos to my wife.

My wife gets angry and ignores him, telling me about it when she gets home. Hearing this makes me happy, and I'm especially enthusiastic that night. My wife seems to sense this. Every time she tells me how W teases her, I react, and I'm even happier that night, which makes her feel better too.

W's sweet talk gradually made her start chatting with him more. After all, W's looks and figure weren't the kind that would be disliked, and she liked to hear flattery and be admired.

The turning point came on my wife's birthday. W bought her a sexy silk nightgown and a bouquet of roses. When my wife opened the box and saw it was a nightgown, she refused to accept it. W had to coax and plead with her before she finally accepted it.

That day, she came home from work beaming. I asked her what made her so happy, and she told me. I got excited and asked her to wear it for me. The dress fit her perfectly and looked very sexy. I felt my blood rush to my head, grabbed her, and took her to the bed, where I had my way with her. She screamed loudly, and her juices soaked the sheets.

After we finished, I teased her, "Honey, you're so wet today! You haven't been this happy in a long time! Is it because of W?" She nestled shyly into my arms and said, "You're so annoying! It's all because you pounced on me like a hungry wolf, so aggressively, making me feel so good!" "Baby, you're so beautiful! No wonder W was so attracted to you." "You little rascal, you just want him to take advantage of me!" I looked firmly into her eyes and told her, "Yes, I hope W will fuck you hard!" This time, she didn't scold me, but blushed and hid in my arms, hugging me tightly. At least she didn't explicitly object.

I felt the opportunity was slowly ripening, so I secretly used my alternate account to buy a photography pen on Taobao. At this moment, I was like a hunting leopard, patiently waiting for that day to arrive.

The next day, W asked my wife if her clothes fit, if she liked them, and even asked her to take a picture of herself in her pajamas for him to see.

When she got home that evening, she put on her pajamas and first took a picture of her lower body to show W. W refused, insisting on seeing her full body. Unable to resist his nagging, my wife took a full-body picture of herself in the dressing mirror for him. I didn't know any of this at first; my wife told me later. W praised her profusely after seeing the photo, making my wife very happy.

After this incident, W probably felt he could take things further and started asking my wife out for dinner and tea. My wife, being a bit of a flirt, didn't refuse, dressing up beautifully and going out with him without telling me who she was going out with. She also knew W liked stockings, so she wore them even more frequently now.

Their conversations on QQ became increasingly open. W said he sometimes fantasized about holding my wife's long, white legs and having sex with her. Every time my wife heard him say such explicit things, she would try to change the subject, or if she couldn't, she would just ignore him. She's a bit shy and doesn't know how to deflect such blatant teasing.

With W and my persistent efforts, their body language also began to become closer. Sometimes W would put his arm around her waist, sometimes he would hold her hand. Gradually, it progressed to touching her stockinged thighs and kissing.

Why do I say I also contributed? All that time I spent guiding my wife, showing her cuckold novels and porn, wasn't it all to lay the foundation for her to become a womanizer?

After her first French kiss with W, she told me about it when she got home that night. I was immediately aroused and kept pressing her for details, asking what had happened over the past month. She finally told me everything in detail, even showing me their chat history.

I pulled her into my arms, lifted her skirt, and damn it, the little slut wasn't even wearing panties, running off on a date without any underwear or stockings. I tore open her stockings, feeling her wet vulva; it seemed the French kiss had aroused her.

I fucked my slutty wife hard, and she cried out in pleasure, clinging to my neck, at least twice as loud as usual. I had to cover her mouth with my hand to avoid disturbing the neighbors in the building.

She was particularly sensitive that day, her climaxing fast and intense, her juices flowing like a tidal wave. Watching her flushed and panting in my arms, I whispered in her ear, asking her how it felt to French kiss W.

She told me it was very exciting and enjoyable, bringing back the feeling of her first French kiss with me. Then she asked me if I would dislike her. Silly girl, how could I dislike her? I'll only love you more.

After that day, things got out of control. Sometimes at work, we'd sneak off to a secluded corner to French kiss, sometimes in W's car, sometimes on the rooftop, and of course, in private dining rooms. Like two people deeply in love.

W's hands weren't honest either, touching this and that. Sometimes, when he found my wife wasn't wearing underwear, it was even worse. He'd start by touching her vulva through her stockings, soaking the crotch with her juices. Touching her through the stockings wasn't enough, so he'd slip his fingers inside, probing her vulva, making her moan and groan, but he never took anything further, which disappointed him. He was incredibly patient, which also showed he respected my wife.

Actually, my wife was itching for more too. Every time she came home, she was like a hungry wolf, almost draining me dry.

I told her that it was okay to play around outside, but first, safety was paramount, since her colleagues all knew she was married. Second, she should enjoy herself to the fullest, let loose, and experience the pleasure. Third, she shouldn't develop real emotions and ruin our family.

Almost a month passed like this, and W felt it was about time, so he asked his wife to give him a handjob, which she agreed to.

One afternoon, instead of going home for a nap, she went to W's house. W took a shower, and the two of them cuddled on the sofa watching TV. After a while, they started kissing. W's penis was rock hard, like a steel pipe. He took his wife's hand and placed it on his crotch. His wife started rubbing his penis and testicles through his pants. W, finding it insufficient, got up and took off his pants and clothes, his penis, freed from the confinement of his underwear, standing erect in front of his wife.

This was the first time she had seen another man's large penis so closely, and her face flushed even more.

Looking at the penis that had pressed against her countless times through her pants, she gradually felt a stronger desire, but she restrained herself. The wife gently stroked W's large penis with her hand, her thumb lightly caressing the glans, where a clear liquid was already flowing. W sat on the sofa, and his wife, while stroking him, French kissed him, making him moan softly. Unconsciously, W had stripped her naked, gently touching her clitoris, causing her to writhe and become wet.

At that moment, how much she longed for that hard penis to plunge into her vagina, to fuck her forcefully, to make her moan with pleasure, to make her feel numb all over—even though it wasn't her husband's penis. But she restrained herself, not letting the penis she craved enter her empty body, still only giving W a handjob. How much willpower that required! I really admire my wife's self-control.

After more than ten minutes of masturbation, W still hadn't reached his climax. He began to beg, hoping to penetrate his wife deeply and bring her pleasure and the climax she craved. His wife still refused, her arm aching from masturbating him, so she simply started giving him oral sex.

This sudden action thrilled W, as his wife had never done this before. Watching his wife's small mouth diligently working on his large penis, the joy and gratitude he felt were incomparable.

His wife's oral skills were quite good, thanks to my training. She licked his glans, then his urethra, then deep throat, and even his testicles weren't spared, all covered in her saliva, making W moan and groan. His wife's right hand wasn't idle either, stroking him up and down. After a few minutes, W released his climax, forcefully holding his wife's head, letting out a low growl, and shooting his hot semen into her mouth, choking her and making her cough until tears streamed down her face.

After rinsing her mouth, my wife returned to the sofa. I held her tightly, unwilling to let go. Seeing her bare chest, I buried my head in it, sucking and licking her nipples. Then I slowly kissed my way down, seeing my beloved wife's pink nipples, wet and soaking in her juices. I buried my head between her long, white legs, greedily sucking and licking, until her moans of pleasure were incessant, until her juices flowed freely, and she reached orgasm. We rested contentedly on the sofa, embracing each other.

When I returned home that evening, my wife told me the whole story in detail. My eyes lit up, and my underwear was soaked. I quickly ran to the study, took out the camera pen I had bought, and showed her how to use it, telling her to secretly film me during our next intimate moment.

After hearing my intention, she raised her small fist and punched my chest several times. "Honey, do you really want to see me having sex with other men?" I told her I really wanted to see how slutty she was in front of other men, and I really wanted to see her moaning under other men's legs.

She asked me if I would leave her, and I said I would never leave her in this life unless she left me.

"Wife, will you film the video of you two having sex and show it to me?" She looked into my eyes, blushed, and nodded.

That night we made love twice. My wife was much happier than usual. During sex, she hugged me tightly and shouted loudly, "Honey, fuck me, fuck me hard, honey, call me your little slut, hurry, I'm going numb, hurry up!" "Whose slut are you?" "I'm my husband's little slut!" "You're also W's little slut, right?"

"Yes, I'm both your sluts, hurry, ah..."

My slutty wife climaxed, her vagina twitching and sucking my big cock. We were both exhausted after those two sessions; it had been years since we'd felt this excited and exhilarated. Life really does need a little spice.

I held her as we drifted off to sleep, and she was already beginning to absorb my plan.

From then on, whenever we went on a date, she would carry a photography pen in her bag. Who knows, you never know when you might need it.

She even filmed a video of them being intimate, without sex, just her giving W a blowjob. When I got home, I couldn't wait to turn on my computer, connect the camera pen, and the feeling of watching my beloved wife give another man a blowjob was indescribable. Excitement, fear, pleasure, and so on, all mixed together; I was breathing heavily, my face was flushed, my lower body was erect, and fluid kept flowing from my penis. I watched that video countless times, sometimes alone, sometimes with my slutty wife.

Not long after, one day I came home from work, and my wife was already home. Seeing me, she rushed to hug me, and soon started crying.

I asked her what was wrong? She still hugged me tightly, saying she was sorry.

After I pressed her repeatedly, she finally told me that she had slept with W. My mind went blank for a moment, but I quickly forced myself to calm down. I said, "It's okay, it's my permission. Don't cry, you're still my darling, and I'll still love you like before! No, I'll love you even more than before!" Only then did my wife let go of my hand, looking at me with teary eyes. I felt a pang of heartache and hugged her, gently kissing away her tears.

I changed my shoes, pulled her to the sofa, and sat down to ask her what had happened. She gave a brief explanation, and I hugged her, comforting her constantly. Getting to this point was indeed very difficult for a woman who had always been well-behaved. That's why, at first, she was only willing to give W oral sex, even when she was incredibly itchy and uncomfortable, she refused to have sex with him.

After she calmed down, I asked her if she had filmed it, and she said she had. I brought out the laptop, and we watched her masterpiece together.

She had adjusted the camera pen, placed it on the opening of her bag, and pointed it at the sofa. W was still showering, while his wife had finished and was wearing the silk nightgown W had given her. He had asked her to take it with her because he wanted to see how sexy she looked in it. She was leaning against the sofa watching TV when W came out, wearing only pajama bottoms.

They began to kiss passionately, their kiss lasting five or six minutes. His wife's face was already flushed; she seemed to be aroused. She wrapped her arms around W's neck, responding enthusiastically to his kisses, letting out soft moans.

W slowly pulled down his wife's bra straps, revealing her breasts. He knew her nipples were very sensitive, and he attacked them relentlessly with his tongue, sucking and licking. His wife's moans began to rise. While licking her breasts, W's hand began to caress her vulva through her light pink silk panties; her panties were already soaked with her juices.

At this point, W took off all of his wife's pajamas, impatiently pulled down her silk panties, buried his head between her legs, and licked for two or three minutes. His wife's eyes were already glazed over, and she kept moaning and panting. She sat up, took off W's pajama bottoms, grabbed W's penis, and put it in her mouth. Although the video image quality wasn't very high, it was still clear that the penis was quite large, the glans was about the size of a small egg, and the veins on the penis were bulging. His wife greedily sucked on it, and her expression showed that she really loved eating this big penis. Then W laid his wife flat on the sofa and licked from her nipples to her vulva, making sucking sounds.

After a while, he lay on top of his wife and began to beg her, saying that he would just rub against her without going in. His wife was also itching unbearably, so she agreed. She lay flat on the sofa, and W raised his big penis and rubbed it against her vulva several times. His penis was definitely covered with his wife's vaginal fluid, but he didn't actually penetrate her because he respected his wife. Then he began to attack his wife's nipples and earlobes. After kissing for a while, he pleaded again, "Let me in, I'll go in and not move, I promise!" I laughed at this. I turned to look at my wife, who smiled shyly too. Isn't this the most common trick men use? First, they say they'll just rub against each other, then they say they'll go in and not move. Our first sexual experience was just like that.

My wife was blinded by lust. She said she remembered what I'd said: if you're going to play, you should let loose and have fun, so she agreed.

Seeing my wife nod, W was overjoyed. He immediately straightened up, separated her long, white legs, and thrust his huge penis inside without any trouble. It seemed my wife was really wet.

W didn't move after going in, then asked my wife if he could move a few times. I knew his tricks. Every man knows that moving a few times and then pulling out would only make my horny wife even more itchy and eager for his penis to go in again.

Sure enough, that's how it happened. Next came re-entry, and he slowly began thrusting. His wife's legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, her tongue lolling out as she passionately kissed him. Soon, her head was thrown back, her face flushed, and her moans grew louder. I knew she was about to climax.

"Ah, ah, ah... Husband, fuck me, fuck me harder, I'm almost there, faster, ah..." She reached her climax, her neck and chest flushed, her hands hanging limply at her sides.

W lay on top of his wife, panting heavily. He hadn't ejaculated yet. After a short rest, he lifted his wife, letting her sit on him and writhe. He could use his tongue and mouth to attack her nipples.

After about six or seven minutes, W growled and ejaculated all his semen into his wife's vagina, and she climaxed again. Even after ejaculating, he was reluctant to pull out, and the two of them embraced and kissed passionately, seemingly satisfied, savoring the pleasure they had just experienced.

The entire act of lovemaking lasted only fifteen minutes, and his wife had two climaxes. Their lower bodies were still tightly connected. It was then I remembered he hadn't used a condom. I turned to ask my wife, and she confirmed it was true, but she was in her safe period, and lowered her head shyly.

Looking back at the video, they seemed to be getting aroused again. My wife started slowly writhing. That little slut, so greedy! W also looked like he'd been thirsty for a long time, given his wife's long absence.

My wife was moaning softly, her lower body pounding against mine. They changed positions several times, and my wife had at least three orgasms. Finally, W lifted my wife's legs and thrust his seed deep into her.

This time it lasted longer, about half an hour. Both were exhausted, panting heavily, but their faces were flushed with satisfaction.

Afterwards, they went to shower, and my wife ran out first to turn off the camera and put it in her bag.

After I closed the laptop, I teased her, "You seemed pretty happy in the video, so why are you crying when you get home?" "I felt so bad afterwards, my mind was all foggy, I can't even remember how I got home." "Okay, it's something I supported and agreed to, it's alright, the important thing is whether you're happy?" My wife blushed again, buried her head in my chest and said, "Yes, were you happy watching it? Do you think I'm dirty?" "Silly girl, you're my darling, how could I dislike you? I was very happy watching the video!" I hugged her tightly, I really love her.

I put my hand inside her panties, her little pussy was very wet and hot, maybe she was aroused again from watching the video.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, "Honey, I love you, I want you to fuck me!" Faced with such a sexy wife, the fire ignited while watching the video exploded instantly. Without hesitation, I mounted her and fucked my beloved wife, my beloved little slut, hard.

In just half a day, she had sex with two men three times, and she was truly exhausted. After showering, I took a close look at my beloved little pussy; it was a bit swollen.

After that, the two of us became less intimate at work, and every few days we'd go to a hotel for a short stay. We filmed the first few times, and one time in particular left a deep impression on me. That time, my wife specially brought a sheer thong and black stockings from home to the hotel.

In the video, my wife's long legs, clad in black stockings, were draped over W's shoulders, and W was like a pile driver, forcefully pounding into her pussy, making it foam.

W really loves his wife wearing stockings. He often sucks on her feet, licking her calves and toes through the stockings. The stockings, wet with saliva, gleam, making his wife moan and groan, her juices flowing freely.

His wife also told me that W loves her used stockings. Sometimes, when no one's around, he grabs her stockinged feet and greedily smells them, even licking them through the stockings. This makes his wife very embarrassed, as she's been wearing stockings all day and is quite sweaty.

His wife secretly told me that she really enjoys W licking her stockinged feet; it makes her incredibly happy and itchy, and she gets even wetter.

His wife is getting more and more into it, and their activities are becoming increasingly varied. She's even willing to give W a "dragon drill" (a traditional Chinese sexual act). Her anus, which had never been explored before, was suddenly opened by W. This little slut has been trained by W to be even more horny.

But I'm also a beneficiary; I can finally enjoy my anus too. My relationship with my wife deepened, truly rekindling the feelings we had when we were deeply in love.

Later, I felt things had gotten a bit too much, so I stopped filming every time.

We kept the secret of the videos from W, and I never suggested the three of us playing together. It was better to keep it from him, lest he become impotent from the shock, and then my wife wouldn't have anything to do with it.

I kept all those videos and watched them whenever I had time. Each time, I felt a surge of interest, and making love with her felt more passionate. Their relationship continued, and my wife said that if she ever got tired of it, she would end it.

As for me, as long as my wife could experience different kinds of pleasure from it, and as long as she was by my side, I was content.

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