Real experiences of training an innocent wife

(I)

I am 26 years old this year, and my wife is one year younger than me. She is very pretty and has very fair skin. Perhaps because she hasn't had children yet, she has maintained a good figure. She is about 169 cm tall and weighs 51 kg. She feels a little plump but not fat. Her bust is 34D, her waist is 26.5 cm, and her hips are about 36 cm wide, but when she sticks out her butt, it drives me crazy.

Don't let her age fool you; back in school, she was the most beautiful girl in our department, pursued by many senior students! Although we have only been married for a little over two years, we have been dating for five or six years since we were a class couple. I have a very strong sex drive and a high demand. Fortunately, I am her first intimate boyfriend, so she is quite obedient to me in bed and is quite cooperative with the frequency and positions. The downside is that after dating for so long, we have already done everything we can do, and I have gradually started to want some different changes.

Last year, I saw many articles about wife-swapping or exposing girlfriends, and I also heard that wife-swapping was gradually becoming popular in Taiwan. I don't know why, but I had a special urge to see this kind of news, and even wanted other men to see my wife's beautiful figure, or even have sex with her in front of me.

I started to set my sights on my wife (is this a mental problem, or is it because of too much work pressure?). However, since she is the kind of introverted, shy, and conservative girl who is extremely conservative, I was afraid that making such a suggestion would only lead to an argument. So, starting from the end of last year, I tried to show her similar articles or pictures of threesomes on purpose . As expected, she had no interest at all, and at first, she was too lazy to even look at them.

I started to prepare for a long battle and continued to forward the relevant articles and pictures to her. After a few months, she started to look at them more carefully. I found that she would look at some pictures of threesomes with muscular but gentle-looking men for a longer time, and she would also ask questions or topics about some gentler and more romantic wife-swapping articles. She started asking me questions like, "Don't their husbands get jealous?" or "Does this mean that their husbands don't love their wives anymore?"

Of course, I started to brainwash her, basically telling her things like, "Since your husband made the request, of course he won't mind," or "This will drive him crazy and add more fun to your bedroom." She gradually stopped arguing or getting angry, only saying that she would never try it anyway; but I thought it was okay, I could wait, everything would take its time.

I started putting two fingers in her mouth and slowly thrusting them in and out during sex, asking her to close her eyes and imagine that another very refined man was having sex with us, and that he was putting his penis in her mouth. After trying it several times, I found that she would actively start to move her tongue and suck on my fingers, just like oral sex; I also found that when I described to her the scenario of pretending we were having a threesome, she would close her eyes and make louder moans, and her lower body would twist violently.

I knew my chance had come, so I started asking her, "Shall we really try finding someone?" She ignored me. I told her I really, really wanted to, but she didn't answer. Later, I deliberately brought it up a few more times when she was in a good mood, and she still shyly said, "No, I don't want anyone to see my body." But from her expression and reaction, I knew that my efforts over the past year had probably yielded some results.

Last month, I deliberately asked her, "If the other person is blind and can't see us at all, would you be willing to try?" She blushed and said, "How could that be?" I said, "If you're willing, I'll find a way to find one!" I don't know if she was serious or not, but she actually answered half-jokingly, "I don't want someone ugly." I knew my chance had finally come.

I secretly searched online for information about one-night stands, narrowed it down to a few people, and asked them to send me their photos. Finally, I selected a programmer: 181 cm tall, with a refined appearance and a strong physique, claiming to have super sexual prowess, only wanting one-night stands, not asking for money, and not bothering my wife afterward. Unfortunately, of course, he wasn't blind. I invited him out for coffee, partly to check if he matched the photo, and after explaining everything and setting things up, I asked him to wait for my call.

On my wife's birthday, I asked her, "You've been complaining of neck and shoulder pain lately. How about we get a massage therapist to come to our house?" She considered it for a moment, having never had a massage therapist come to her home before, and said, "It seems like I could try. My shoulders are really sore, but is the massage therapist male or female?" I deliberately said, "I don't know, I'll check the newspaper and call to ask."

Forty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Just as I expected, the programmer, wearing very dark sunglasses, and somehow a directional stick, dressed in a white t-shirt and sweatpants, came in pretending to be a blind massage therapist. I noticed he had some kind of colored badge on his chest with a photo attached. I figured he must be incredibly excited about this party; who would even notice what his badge was?!

I whispered for him to slow down a bit. After leading him into the room, my wife was surprised and whispered, "It's a man!" I said, "Men are stronger and have better massage techniques. Besides, we're already here; we can't just send him back, can we?" She said "Oh."

The designer, feigning professionalism, said, "Go take a shower first; it'll be easier to get a massage later." My wife was a little hesitant but obediently went in to shower. I took the opportunity to quickly remind the designer of a few key points. After my wife came out, she was wrapped in a bath towel and lay face down on the bed. I sat next to her and started getting excited.

He climbed onto the bed, pretending to touch her bath towel, and whispered, "Please take off the bath towel." My wife looked at me with difficulty, and I added, "He can't see." My wife looked back at him more carefully. He was wearing sunglasses and deliberately pretending to be blind, reaching into his bag and seriously rummaging around for massage oil. My wife seemed relieved and threw the bath towel aside.

He started with my wife's calves, applying massage oil and massaging her up to her thighs. Then he straddled her buttocks and massaged her from her shoulders and neck down her back. My wife closed her eyes, looking very comfortable; it seemed he had practiced his massage techniques these past few days.

While massaging, he said a lot of things like, "Your shoulder muscles are very tight; it's probably because of too much work stress. Don't be so tense at work." Then he climbed to the edge of the bed and started massaging her thighs again. He slightly parted my wife's legs, and perhaps because she was less wary, she obediently parted them. I could vaguely see her vulva between her labia minora.

The masseur then began to gently massage up her thighs to her buttocks, returning to her calves when he reached the groin. After a few times, I noticed that whenever he massaged my wife's inner thighs, he would arch his knuckles and intentionally or unintentionally touch her genitals. The first few times, my wife would tremble slightly from sensitivity, but she thought it was inevitable. After a few more rounds, his fingers massaged closer and closer to the inner thighs. At this point, although he continued to massage her thighs, his knuckles were essentially rubbing lightly against her vaginal opening. I noticed that my wife's vaginal opening began to shimmer, and she was actually slowly producing vaginal fluid.

Her eyes were tightly closed, and she became completely silent, unable to utter a single word. I saw that the designer's crotch was also erect. He seemed unsatisfied and asked my wife to sit up. He sat cross-legged behind her and continued to massage her shoulders and neck. Although he was behind my wife, because our bed faced a mirror, he could actually see my wife's face clearly in the mirror. My wife's face flushed, and she began to carefully examine the masseur's refined appearance in the mirror.

At this point, I deliberately said, "You're all sweaty and your shirt is soaked. Do you want me to take it off and let you dry it?" He didn't refuse and immediately took off his shirt, revealing his well-defined chest muscles—clearly someone who'd worked out at the gym. I was quite envious; after years of working, my white muscles were starting to look a bit flabby.

He deliberately wandered over to the table to get a drink of water and rest. I noticed my wife's gaze never left his muscular physique, and she looked incredibly shy.

I asked him to sit down and rest for ten minutes, then climbed into bed, kissed my wife, and whispered, "Was that good?" She nodded.

I knew her lower body had already been aroused and she was sexually aroused, so I quickly added more stimulation. Taking the opportunity, I started to caress her breasts and nipples. She pushed me away and said, "Someone's here." I whispered, "He can't see." Then I started sucking on her nipples and gently touching her vagina and clitoris with my fingers. Her lower body kept writhing, making my fingers covered in her juices.

After touching her like this for seven or eight minutes, I knew from her reaction that she was close to orgasm. I glanced at the masseur, who deliberately asked suddenly, "Miss, would you like to continue?"

I pretended to be startled and pulled my fingers out, abruptly stopping the stimulation. Based on my past experience, I knew she was in the most pain at this moment, eagerly anticipating something to fill her vagina and bring her to a peak.

My wife was breathing rapidly and looked very uncomfortable, but I said, "We can start the massage again."

She seemed unsatisfied and reluctantly lay back down on the bed. The masseur sat down beside her and deliberately started massaging her thighs again. Sure enough, his knuckles began rubbing her clitoris. Since that area was already very wet, I was sure my wife's vagina was incredibly itchy.

After about three to five minutes, I deliberately asked, "Are you visually impaired or completely blind?" He said he had been completely blind since childhood and couldn't see anything. My wife remained silent, only her rapid breathing could be heard.

I suddenly asked him directly, "You have a really great figure. Have any female customers ever asked you for more passionate services?" He replied, "About three or five times." I said, "Were they satisfied?" He replied, "Perhaps God took pity on me. Although I'm blind, I seem to be superior in this area. Everyone says they're extremely satisfied, and I treat them as consensual one-night stands..."

I thought my wife was probably already very aroused, so I quickly pressed my advantage and said, "Can we try it today?" He said, "If you're willing, you can try it!" My wife looked surprised, but weakly whispered, "No, that's not good!"

I quickly went over and whispered to comfort her, "It's okay, he can't see anything anyway, he doesn't know who you are, and he won't recognize us after he leaves today." My wife didn't reply, and I continued to kiss and caress her, specifically targeting sensitive areas. My wife began to close her eyes and moan.

Two minutes later, he suddenly walked naked to my wife's side and began to caress her breasts with me. My wife felt two hands on her body and opened her eyes in fright. We were both startled by his enormous, erect penis: this was no ordinary size for an Asian man! To my eyes, it was nearly 20 centimeters long, and most importantly, it was thick and black. The erect penis was a deep brown color, with faint blue veins showing through; the purplish-black glans was a large oval, like a small egg, enough to excite even a man.

My wife flinched slightly, and I quickly kissed her, saying, "I love you, I'm so excited right now!" She was probably overwhelmed by desire and closed her eyes again, letting our hands roam over her body.

I took a dark silk scarf and covered her eyes to ease her tension, and then the two men kissed and touched every inch of her skin, taking turns sucking her nipples and playing with her clitoris and vulva.

My wife's body began to contort. I pulled her up slightly and put my penis in her mouth, thrusting it in and out. She automatically knelt on the bed, raising her buttocks, her small labia slightly parted, revealing the tender red flesh inside. The masseur took the opportunity to bury his head between her buttocks, licking her clitoris and labia, and then began to lick her anus rapidly with the tip of his tongue. She let out a low growl of excitement, like a wild beast. I teased her with obscene words while gesturing to the masseur that it was time.

He stood by the bed, grasped his thick, black penis, aimed it at my wife's already overflowing vagina, and thrust his hips. With a "whoosh," it went in a third of the way. My wife let out a loud "Oh," and said, "No... don't do this..." She tried to stop him with her right hand, but unexpectedly grabbed the thick, black penis that was already a third of the way in. "Oh..." she made a sound that was hard to tell whether it was excitement or something else. She didn't seem to really want to pull it out. I quickly went to comfort her.

Seeing her with her back to the masseur, lightly pinching my hot, wet penis with her fingers, seemingly trying to test its thickness and length, I sped up my movements in her mouth. She had no choice but to pull her hand back and brace herself on the bed.

At that moment, the masseur pulled back and then thrust forcefully. My wife screamed, spat out my penis, pulled down the silk scarf over her eyes, and couldn't help but look back. His thick, dark penis was completely inside my wife's vagina! Only a tuft of dark pubic hair was visible outside.

Then the masseur, holding my wife's buttocks, began a series of rapid, frenzied thrusts, continuing for nearly seven or eight minutes without stopping. I have to admit, I had never heard my wife make such a shrill and frantic moan in my life.

She kept shouting, "I can't... I really can't! Oh... I'm going to fly... Oh... Oh... I'm going to fly... Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh..." It sounded like a cry, like hysteria, as he kept shouting with the rapid rhythm of his thrusts.

"Ohhhhhh... I'm going to cum... Oh... Oh... I really can't take it anymore... Ohhhhhhh... I'm coming... I'm coming... Ohhhhhh... Oh... Ohh

...

After only two or three minutes of thrusting, the wife was once again driven to madness, screaming, "Oh...oh...I can't take it...it's...it's coming again...I'm going to cum...stop...stop...oh...oh...oh...if you keep going...I...I can't take it...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...stop...please...stop...oh...oh...oh..."

The masseur thrust harder and harder, pulling the wife's hands to wrap around his neck and her legs around his waist. Then, he lifted her up by her buttocks and carried her around his waist, thrusting as he walked around the room. The wife seemed to be going crazy with pleasure, screaming incessantly. It was impossible to tell if she was crying, joyful, or excited. Her vaginal fluid kept gushing out, flowing down the masseur's penis onto his scrotum, and then accumulating at the bottom, dripping onto the ground.

The masseur's thick penis had been thrusting wildly for over thirty minutes since it entered my wife's vagina. She had already orgasmed twice, but there was still no sign of him ejaculating, which I couldn't help but admire.

He then laid my wife back on the bed, his penis still inside her. Her legs dangled limply beside his waist, she was covered in sweat, barely breathing, and clearly exhausted. Her vulva was red and swollen from the intense stimulation, even her labia minora were hard and erect, but her vaginal fluids continued to gush out, quickly soaking a large patch of the sheet beneath her buttocks.

He adjusted his body and began thrusting again, the only sounds being the "slap slap" of their genitals colliding and the masseur's own muttering: "So tight...so tight...so tight..." Soon, my wife began moaning again.

As the thrusting speed increased, her "oh..." sounds grew longer and longer, it seemed her third orgasm was imminent. I could no longer hold back, so I quickly inserted my penis back into my wife's mouth and thrust hard. Occasionally, my wife would forget to lick my penis because she was too excited, and sometimes she would spit out my penis and shout because he had penetrated too deeply.

I saw my wife's hands gripping his waist, her legs stretched straight up in excitement, desperately trying to spread them apart so his penis could penetrate even deeper. I saw her legs clench and tremble wildly with excessive excitement.

"Ohhhhhh...ohhh...I can't take it anymore...I really can't...ohhhhh...you're so amazing...you're going in so deep...ohhhhh...I'm going to cum again..."

Amidst the frantic "slapping" sounds, I did what I usually avoided during oral sex, afraid she'd vomit, forcefully inserting my penis to the deepest part of her throat. She shook her head repeatedly because it was too deep. I no longer showed her any mercy, pressing down on her shoulders, watching as a muscle bulged in her throat from the deep insertion, her throat convulsing and heaving as if she wanted to vomit.

Seeing the pain on her face, her upper body struggling but unable to move, while her lower body endured the frenzied thrusting of the masseur's enormous penis, I became even more excited.

My glans was being squeezed by my wife's throat muscles, and I watched as the masseur's bulging, veiny penis thrust in and out of her vagina. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and forcefully ejaculated deep into her throat. She clearly had difficulty swallowing, but I, as if losing my mind, pressed down on her even harder. Later, I noticed her face seemed contorted and had turned purplish-red. Afraid of choking her, I quickly withdrew my penis. She gagged two or three times but couldn't vomit anything.

I saw the masseur press his hands tightly against my wife's arms and begin thrusting as fast as he could; based on my experience, he should be finishing soon.

After three minutes of deep and rapid thrusting, amidst his wife's piercing cries of "Oh...oh...

oh

...

I winked at him with great satisfaction. He smiled at me, seemingly very satisfied and tired, before slowly withdrawing his semi-erect penis from my wife's vagina. After showering, we thanked each other repeatedly as I saw him off. I had satisfied my curiosity and expectations of recent years without spending a penny, making my sexual fantasies a reality, and he had also gotten to play with such a pure and conservative girl for free without spending a penny. In this strange atmosphere of mutual satisfaction, I saw him off.

Back in the room, my wife, perhaps having recovered, was wiping the semen from her chest and hair with toilet paper, her face flushed. She pulled the covers over herself and went to sleep without even taking a shower. I asked her if she was satisfied, and she closed her eyes and nodded shyly. I knew I had successfully taken the first step, and my journey of training my pure wife was about to begin.

(II)

I'm sorry! I kept you all waiting. To avoid disappointing you and keeping you waiting, I stayed up all night while my wife was at her parents' house to finish this. I hope it's good enough for you all!

After much persuasion, I finally got a second chance. It wasn't a huge success, but it was a good start!

After publishing my first post about my exciting experience of watching my wife being penetrated (interested readers can use the search function above to search by "author" or "title"), I was happy to receive many comments and discussions. I love that feeling! So before I start sharing my second experience, please allow me to share some of my thoughts.

Actually, I was puzzled when I started having these strange thoughts. I think the key is that my wife is just too innocent and adorable. I remember hearing a long time ago that "men all hope to see innocent girls do evil things; the more innocent the girl, the more evil the things she does, the more excited the men will be." I think this is also why Japanese AV actresses with an innocent and naive appearance are more popular in Asia!

In addition, from my perspective, I am very satisfied with my wife's face and figure. For a long time, I have fantasized about seeing other men's uneasy reactions when they see her naked. This would make me more certain of my good taste in choosing a wife and cherish her even more. I feel truly happy.

After our first try, my long-held fantasies were completely fulfilled. What I didn't expect was seeing her burning with desire, her expression a mixture of intense longing and shy embarrassment, wanting to try yet afraid. That struggle ignited my most primal instincts and a touch of sadistic pleasure. I don't know if others feel the same way, but that's exactly how I feel!

People often say, "Homegrown flowers never smell as sweet as wild ones," but honestly, after so many years of dating, I'm still very satisfied with my wife. Although I've had many close girlfriends before, and I'm a playful and adventurous person, having dated many promiscuous women, since being with her, I've been completely captivated by her pure, lily-like appearance and temperament. Furthermore, because she had a very strict upbringing (she was even beaten by her father for coming home too late in college, just kidding!), I've been determined to have her since I met her, and I've lost all interest in other girls. I truly love her, and although I don't know how long it will last, I believe I will always think she's the best!

I've been choosing a wife for many years, going through one close girlfriend after another. Either I felt she lacked charisma, or her figure wasn't good enough; either her breasts weren't big enough, or her legs weren't long or straight enough. And I have this inexplicable attraction to fair-skinned girls. Her figure was truly impeccable, her skin so fair. When her white buttocks were upturned towards me, I never wanted to be intimate with any other girl again. It

took me almost a year to win her over in school. To match her naivety and conservatism, I cut off all relationships with my other girlfriends during our courtship, remaining a celibate for over a year until we finally slept together. Afterwards, when I watched a trickle of blood flow down her buttocks and thighs, I was so moved I wanted to cry.

I've written too much, I seem to have gone off-topic. If anyone is interested in the details of our deflowering in the comments, perhaps I can write a separate piece about it later.

Returning to the main point, what I want to say is that my desire to see her have sex with someone else doesn't stem from a lack of love or boredom with her. We have a very good relationship; she's gentle and obedient, has a beautiful voice, and I indulge her every whim. We've argued so many times in our relationship that one hand could count them all. We love each other deeply. In her eyes, I'm her eternal idol (although I know I have many flaws), and in my heart, she'll always be the brightest star (some might find this cheesy, but it's true).

I believe that when a man sees his partner having sex with someone else, he feels extremely angry, inferior, and heartbroken. The main reason is that her "heart" has wandered; she no longer loves him. Women often "love first, then have sex," meaning they only engage in more intimate behavior after falling in love. Discovering that she no longer loves him, that her feelings have changed, and that she's even about to leave him for someone else—that heartache and sadness is the biggest reason why men absolutely refuse to let another man touch a single hair on their wife's head.

We are different. We love each other very much. Her heart has always been with me. When I saw her having a relationship with someone else after I half-coaxed and half-tricked her, the man in my eyes was just a living "vibrator." There was no emotional infidelity or cheating involved. She still loves me; it's just that I come up with all sorts of novel methods to bring extreme pleasure and excitement to our sex life. Think about it, would anyone get angry or jealous about a "vibrator" that makes their wife go to heaven during sex?

Since the first incident with the masseur, when we exchanged thoughts, I've been constantly trying to instill this "vibrator" concept in her. However, she still thinks he was really blind. So, if I were to openly ask her for a threesome, it might take some time and a bit more effort.

Actually, after that day, I didn't harbor any resentment towards her. On the contrary, every time I made love with her, as long as the scene from that day flashed through my mind, my stamina would unconsciously increase several times over, and I would become more excited and perform better. I really felt that it was just part of our sex life or that I had discovered another sexual technique.

Getting back to the point, since that time, I've been completely immersed in this unforgettable feeling, thinking every day about how to try something new and do it again. Finally, I came up with a good idea... For

a while now, I've been secretly visiting many partner-swapping websites behind my wife's back. After contacting several couples privately, I found that most of the partners they wanted to swap with weren't my wife's type. Recently, I finally found a couple. The man works at a bank, is about thirty years old, has a rather refined appearance, is about 175 cm tall, and is tall and thin. His girlfriend runs her own brokerage firm. They've already had seven or eight successful wife-swapping experiences.

I brought a picture of my wife and frankly told her, "I really want to, but I'm not sure if my wife will agree. We'll try to seduce her as much as possible, but if it doesn't work, we won't force it and will wait for another opportunity." He was quite polite and agreed to give it a try. The two of us even reached an understanding and rehearsed our moves.

When I got home, I told my wife that I had found a couple on a website who did live sex shows. This couple was willing to perform real sex shows in front of people, allowing only one or two people to watch at a time, and only charging 1,000 yuan. I really wanted to go with her to see it (of course, I was lying to her; it used to be true, but it seems that such performances don't exist anymore). She originally wanted to go by herself, but after I talked to her, she became interested and wanted to see how other couples were intimate and whether it was different from ours, so after considering it, she agreed.

We arranged to meet near a hotel that day. I dressed my wife up beautifully, in a white mini-skirt that showed off her very shapely, fair legs, and a light blue spaghetti-strap t-shirt. She wore no makeup, just a touch of lipstick. This was my favorite style of hers in recent years, perfectly showcasing her best features.

What others couldn't see was that I had specifically asked her to wear my favorite bright red lace thong. From the front, you could see her pubic hair, and because there was only a very thin string in the back, her fair buttocks were practically bare—extremely sexy. Every time she wore this kind of thong, I would praise her for ages, and she would happily say, "A woman dresses up for the one she loves." I always felt a pang of regret that others wouldn't have the chance to see it, unable to share in my vanity about my wife's great figure.

After waiting for fifteen minutes, the couple finally appeared. The man was impeccably dressed in a suit, and the girl wore a black short jumpsuit. She was about 160 centimeters tall, with good proportions—small but perfectly proportioned.

We first chose a coffee shop and chatted about all sorts of unrelated topics, with the girls discussing how they maintained their figures. After about 20 minutes, my wife asked one of the girls if they were really going to do it later. The girl, quite knowingly, started talking about her experiences and feelings about "being watched," but didn't mention wife-swapping; she also mentioned that times have changed, and many couples end up doing it together in the same room, finding it very strange—a kind of "brainwashing" process.

My wife's eyes widened, her expression incredulous, and she could only keep saying, "Huh?! Really? Really?" as the girl's content and experiences became increasingly exciting. I, meanwhile, kept whispering, "See? See? I'm not the only one who's weird."

After about 40 minutes, seeing that everyone had gotten to know each other and the initial awkwardness had subsided, I said, "Shall we start the performance?" He wanted us to go upstairs and book a room first, call them to tell them the room number, and then they would go in. I figured I'd have to pay for the room myself!

Once everyone had arrived, they unhesitatingly took off their clothes and went to shower first, asking if we wanted to shower with them. My wife quickly shook her head and said, "Just watch."

It was a semi-transparent frosted glass bathroom, and we could vaguely see them showering from the outside, and we could hear the woman's screams and laughter from time to time. My wife blushed and her heart was pounding, and she kept saying, "It's real! They're really going to put on a show!"

After they finished showering, they went to bed first. I carefully observed them. The man wasn't fat, about 65 kilograms, and was fair-skinned. The woman was petite and slender, but her flesh was evenly distributed throughout her body. She had a good bust, probably a C-cup, and a small bottom.

We sat obediently on the sofa, eyes wide. The girl knelt facing us to her boyfriend's left, first gently licking his nipples. He closed his eyes, looking completely unfazed. She gradually moved her licking to his chest, then his lower abdomen, and finally his inner thighs, occasionally sucking on his testicles. Next, she grasped his penis and licked the frenulum beneath the glans. His penis gradually hardened; it was probably a normal size, about 12 or 13 centimeters when erect.

My wife whispered in my ear, "Not as long as yours!" I joked, "Don't let anyone hear. Just know you're happy."

A minute later, the girl looked up and smiled at my wife, then began to take her boyfriend's entire penis into her mouth and move it up and down, her cheeks hollowing from the sucking. Every minute or so, she switched to her right hand, then her mouth, alternating between the two. My wife involuntarily leaned forward to see more clearly.

Gradually, the man's face began to show an expression of extreme pleasure. The girl paused and said to my wife, "You can do this to your husband in the future. Use your mouth to stimulate him while circling your tongue around the glans. I guarantee your husband will love you to death." Then she continued to perform oral sex. My wife was stunned and couldn't answer.

After about five or six minutes of this, the man got up, and the woman lay back down. He rubbed and squeezed her breasts with both hands while sucking and licking her nipples with his tongue, making "tsk tsk" sounds. Her nipples gradually became erect, but unfortunately, her areolas were a little too large and dark, which marred her beauty. Then he spread her legs and buried his face between them, gently licking her private parts.

I pulled my wife up and walked behind them so that I could see her private parts more clearly. Her labia minora were large and dark brown, with about one-fifth of the edges being even darker. It seemed she had a lot of sexual experience, which gave her a different kind of sexiness, but I didn't think her private parts were as beautiful as my wife's.

Her labia minora were now covered in saliva, one curled up while the other spread open. The man's tongue moved skillfully, sometimes on the labia, sometimes on the vaginal opening, sometimes gently biting the labia, sometimes sucking on the clitoris... making his girlfriend gasp and moan softly, her lower body twisting involuntarily, involuntarily raising her buttocks as the man sucked on her clitoris, repeatedly shouting, "That's enough, that's enough, come in!" The man ignored her and inserted two fingers into her vagina, from light to heavy, from slow to fast, repeatedly going in and out. After five minutes, his girlfriend's moans grew louder and louder.

I nudged my wife: "Are you excited?" She nodded, murmuring, "So outrageous..." I didn't know what she meant. I told her I was so hard I was about to die, and my wife reached out and gently stroked me through my casual pants, but her eyes remained fixed on them.

At this moment, the man lifted the woman's legs onto his shoulders and slowly inserted his penis into her vagina. A soft "Oh..." was heard, not from his girlfriend... but from my wife. She really had no taste of the world!

As the man gradually increased the speed of his thrusting, the woman's moans grew louder and louder. For some reason, my wife moved closer and closer to me, and her right hand began to stroke my genitals more and more heavily. I reached my hand inside her bra from behind and gently stroked her nipples and breasts. She blushed but did not object.

The girl said to my wife, "Don't be so reserved. The bed is big. You can do it next to us. It feels great to do it together!" My wife quickly retreated to the chair and said, "No need! No need!"

I followed her and said, "I'm so excited! I really want to do it." My wife looked at me apologetically and said, "Really? What should we do?" I said, "I don't know! I really want to do it." My wife looked at me helplessly and didn't say anything. Suddenly she said, "How about I help you get it done with my hand?" I was already so hard I could barely stand it. I thought it was okay even without sex, so I sat on the sofa and pulled my pants down halfway.

She started gently stroking me with her hand. My penis was already soaking wet; when I took off my pants, I noticed even my casual trousers were showing some watermarks. It felt much better being stroked by her. My hand, through her skirt, restlessly slipped inside her. Wow! Her panties were already incredibly wet.

I slipped my fingers inside her panties from the edge, gently rubbing her clitoris. It was wet and slippery, and she hummed softly, "Mmm... mmm..." Then, as if sensing something, she shifted her body slightly so the people on the bed wouldn't see under her skirt. I spread her thighs slightly to allow my fingers more room to move.

The couple then said, "It's really okay, if you want to do it, just do it in bed. Lots of people do it." My wife gently pressed my hand down, saying, "Okay, okay! I'll help you." I said, "It's okay, I'm all covered up like a dumpling, no one can see anything!" Only then did she stop me.

I whispered, "How about using your mouth?"

"No! People will see!"

"So what if they see? We've already seen everything. Using your mouth is more comfortable, it's really uncomfortable!"

My wife reluctantly turned around and knelt between my legs, gently taking my penis into her mouth and stroking it up and down. It felt incredibly good. Watching my penis go in and out of my wife's small mouth, especially when she was giving me oral sex in front of others, I felt a strange excitement.

My hand went back under her skirt and gently touched her buttocks, but unfortunately, my arms weren't long enough to reach her vaginal opening. I gently pulled her upper body forward a little, and she obediently adjusted her position, leaning forward and kneeling on the ground, her buttocks naturally sticking up so that I could easily touch her private parts.

With one hand, I continued to gently tease and rub her clitoris, while with the other, I mischievously increased the intensity of my caresses on her buttocks, gradually lifting her mini-skirt higher and higher until at least half of her buttocks were exposed to them. Because she was focused on giving me oral sex with her back to them, she didn't immediately notice anything amiss.

I saw that the man had already stopped thrusting, and I didn't even notice if they were finished. I only noticed him staring intently in our direction. From the direction of his gaze, I knew he was deeply attracted to my wife's nearly naked, white buttocks beneath her lace thong. I was confident that there were probably few men in the world who wouldn't be moved by my wife's raised buttocks.

My wife closed her eyes, giving me oral sex while slowly swaying her buttocks in rhythm with the friction I was applying to her genitals; following the direction of my caresses, I gently pulled the back strap of her thong, which was held between her buttocks, to the left slightly, allowing my three fingers to slide up and down her genitals more quickly.

At this moment, my wife's genitals were completely exposed to them. I saw the man secretly give me a thumbs-up behind my wife's back and point to the bed, hoping we would come over and do it. I pointed to the back of my wife's head, making a helpless expression.

Perhaps because her genitals were being touched too arousingly, my wife stopped and half-closed her eyes, her eyes hazy and her lips slightly parted, gently panting, "Oh...oh..." Looking at her lips still covered with my semen, the area around her mouth slightly glistening with saliva, I was burning with lust. I really wanted to tear off her clothes immediately, throw her on the bed, and have sex with her.

I quietly put her skirt back on, touched her face, and asked softly, "Shall we do it on the bed?" She shook her head unconsciously. I said, "Your legs will go numb like this. How about we lie down on the bed and I touch you?" I helped her to the bedside. Seeing her limping, I guessed her legs were already numb. Lying on the bed, she saw the two naked people next to her, and her face turned red with embarrassment.

The woman took out a dark strip of cloth from her purse and said to my wife, "Don't be shy! If you feel nervous, just blindfold yourself and let your husband touch you. It's dark, so there's a lot of room for imagination! You can imagine things you usually fantasize about but dare not say, it's very exciting! We're going to take a shower, you can do whatever you want, we won't peek, just call us when you're done!" As she spoke, she wrapped the cloth around my wife's eyes, twirled it twice, and then tied a knot behind her head. (I thought to myself, they're really experienced!)

My wife lay on the bed with her eyes closed, not saying a word, just breathing heavily. A few seconds later, I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. I asked my wife, "Are you done now?" My wife said, "Just touch me! At most, take off my bra, but don't take off my clothes!"

Helplessly, I took off all my pants, which were already half off, then took off her strapless bra and threw it on the chair. I then took off her thong as well. She struggled a little, and I said, "You haven't taken off your clothes or skirt, so it looks exactly the same as before!" Then I quickly reached into her clothes and began to caress her wantonly, especially focusing on her clitoris and vaginal opening, and then inserted my fingers into her vagina and moved them back and forth.

My wife's lower body was already incredibly wet, and soon I heard moans again. I said, "Don't hold back, if you want to moan, just moan! The water is loud, they can't hear you."

I touched her for a while, then flipped up her clothes and kissed her nipples. Perhaps she still heard the water, because this time she didn't object. As the moans grew louder, I inserted my penis into her vagina from under her skirt, thrusting in and out, telling her, "Don't worry! I'll call you when they come out."

A few minutes later, I saw the woman peeking out of the bathroom, while the man, pressed against the semi-transparent glass, was probably watching too. Cleverly, they hadn't turned off the water; the showerhead was still running.

I secretly beckoned to them, and they tiptoed out to stand by the bed and watch. I suddenly felt incredibly excited and increased the speed of my thrusting. My wife moaned in rhythm, "Oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh..."

A few minutes later, I stopped thrusting and got off the bed. I told my wife to turn over and kneel on the edge of the bed. I gently stroked her buttocks, which were now facing me and the couple next to us. Her vulva was soaking wet, and her vagina was wide open. She asked, "Why aren't you going in yet?" I said, "I'm too excited. I need to rest for a bit, or I'll ejaculate."

I stroked her for a while, then pointed at the man and then at my wife's buttocks. He stood quietly by the bed, and when I removed my hand, he quickly switched hands and continued stroking her. The sound of water running in the bathroom continued...

He had only been touching my wife's buttocks for a few seconds when he boldly inserted a finger into her hot and tight vagina and began to thrust. My wife started moaning again. Her girlfriend held my penis and gently stroked it. I also half-embraced her and stroked her vulva, but my eyes never left my wife and the man.

To be honest, although his girlfriend was nice, I still preferred watching him have sex with my wife, especially seeing her moaning and writhing her hips while I wasn't the one doing it. That gave me a strange sense of excitement.

The man used his fingers to thrust in and out for nearly five minutes, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. My wife kept crying out, "Okay...no more fingers...I want to use that...faster...it hurts...it feels so empty...faster...faster..."

I quickly gestured to him, and after he pulled his fingers out, I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and, following her heightened emotions, said, "You little slut! You want this, right? I'll fuck you to death...fuck you to death..." while thrusting in from behind, pumping wildly.

"Is this what you want? You say, isn't it?"

"Oh...oh oh oh oh oh...oh oh oh...yes...yes...oh oh...oh...so good, so good...oh oh oh oh oh...oh...oh...yes...oh oh oh..." Her snow-white, full breasts swayed violently back and forth.

"Imagine me fucking you from behind...and now there's another guy touching your breasts...sucking your nipples...sucking hard, sucking hard..."

"Oh...oh..."

"I'll fuck you to death...fuck you to death...tell me if it feels good?"

"...Good...good...oh..."

"Is it deep? Is it deep?"

"So deep...oh...so deep...so good...so good...oh..."

"Louder! I can't hear you."

"So...good...oh...oh...oh...I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum...I'm flying...oh...oh...oh..."

"Scream louder, like you're at home, scream it out!"

"Oh...oh...I really cum...woo...woo...oh...I really cum..."

"Imagine another man you like is fucking you from behind, and you're giving me oral sex...both your mouths are full...is it good? Is it good..."

"Oh...don't say it...don't say it...oh...oh...oh..."

I put two fingers around her mouth from behind and stirred them around: "Think about it! Are you thinking about it? Is it good? Two people are fucking you from the front and back...are you excited? Tell me! Are you excited?" "

Excited...excited...oh...oh...yes...oh...oh...I want...oh..."

"Do you want it? Tell me!"

"Yes...oh...oh..."

"Do you want to be fucked by two people at the same time?"

"Yes..."

"Do you want it?"

"Oh...oh...yes...yes..."

"I'll fuck you hard! That guy was fucking you hard just now...was it good?"

"Good...oh...so exciting...don't say anymore...oh oh oh oh...I'm going to fly...oh...I'm coming..."

"Tell me you really want to be fucked by two people. Say it! Do you want it?"

"...I want you two to fuck me..."

"Do you really want it?"

"...Really want it..."

"Is it comfortable?"

"So good...so good...oh...oh oh oh..."

After thrusting for about ten minutes, I saw the woman kneeling on the floor, helping the man with his mouth. I couldn't hold back any longer and sped up, shouting, "Oh...so good...so tight and wet...I love fucking you...I love fucking you the most...I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum..."

My wife screamed hysterically, "Cum inside...cum inside...oh oh oh oh oh oh...I really can't take it anymore...oh oh..." I thrust deeply into the deepest part of her vagina and ejaculated with all my might, shooting all of it into her uterus...

She collapsed onto the bed, unable to breathe. I gently stroked her back, slowly waiting for her orgasm to subside, stroking her from her neck to her buttocks. The two of them were also wiping the man's glans with toilet paper; presumably, he had also ejaculated into his girlfriend's mouth! They wisely retreated quietly back to the bathroom.

I stroked my wife for a while, then used the sheet to wipe the sweat from her back. I whispered, "Should we call them out? Don't keep them waiting too long." She quickly sat up, straightened her dress, and reached behind her head to untie the fabric strips: "Wait...it's so tight..." I saw two knots, so I quickly went to help her, and it took us ages to untie them.

Seeing me get out of bed, she said慌张地, "Wait a minute...I'll put on my underwear first..." After she finished dressing, I went into the bathroom to call them. They dried themselves off and came out, deliberately saying, "You guys just touching each other here doesn't really enjoy it. Next time you can try doing it together, it's really exciting..."

My wife sat on the edge of the bed, blushing: "We'll see next time."

We walked out of the hotel together and went our separate ways. Although I didn't see him penetrate my wife's wet vagina, I knew I had taken another big step forward. With a little more time, I'll definitely succeed. Good luck to me!

(III)

I'm so sorry to have kept you all waiting. I know you've all been looking forward to this report for a long time, but I haven't been idle either. Ever since I met that couple last time, I've been looking forward to having sex with them every day, but my wife is just being coy and hesitant. I don't know what she's insisting on. Although she's never explicitly objected, she's never mentioned going to a hotel with them again. After waiting for a while, I decided to take a different approach...

After contacting the couple who work at the bank, I asked his girlfriend, who runs a brokerage firm, to call my wife every day to chat. They talked about everything under the sun. As they gradually became more familiar, I started asking her to go shopping with my wife when she had time. Most importantly, I helped to guide her thinking. Neither of us men interfered.

She's really amazing. My wife seems to have become her best friend. Every time I come back, I don't ask her what they talked about, but in fact, I call Ms. Yuan every day to hear her report on the process and progress.

In recent months, besides shopping, chatting, and having afternoon tea, they've also been shopping for sexy lingerie and browsing adult stores together. Occasionally, she'd show my wife some provocative news articles or pictures, including, of course, photos of threesomes or even group sex. During these outings, they'd often exchange opinions or make suggestive remarks to my wife. Judging from their daily reports, I felt my wife was becoming increasingly accustomed to threesomes. The prostitute said that if the atmosphere and timing were right, she guaranteed my wife wouldn't object to threesomes and might even be starting to look forward to them.

After several months of this, we felt the time was right, so she invited my wife to take a short vacation together in central and southern Taiwan, purely to relax from the stress of work. Of course, she wasn't foolish enough to bring up group sex with my wife before the trip even started.

After my wife came home and told me she wanted to go on vacation with them, I pretended not to agree right away that night, just to whet her appetite. I pretended to say I needed to check my calendar at the office the next day to see if I could find the time. It wasn't until after work the next day that I told her, "No problem, we can go together." She jumped for joy, saying she hadn't had a vacation in ages.

A while ago, I took a few days off, and finally, our five-day, four-night blissful trip began.

Day 1.

We decided to go to Kenting for a few days of fun. After confirming the departure date, I booked a hotel. After work, I told my wife that because there were many people and the hotel was full, and to save money, we had to book a room with two double beds for the first day, and we would separate the following night if a room became available.

Upon arriving in Kenting, we spent the entire first day eating, drinking, and having fun together. Before we knew it, we had grown much closer. On the beach, the two girls were wearing two-piece swimsuits they had picked out together the previous week. The tops were short, cropped swimsuits that revealed their waists and tummy below the chest, while the bottoms were simple, low-cut triangle-style bottoms. Because they were so flattering, they both looked sexy and beautiful. Unfortunately, my wife got shy and insisted on wearing only the triangle bottoms, so she added a pair of white, tight-fitting hot pants over them.

We ran around on the beach, and later her girlfriend suggested playing horseback riding and close-quarters combat. We playfully wrestled, with the winner teasing the loser. We even switched girlfriends' backs from time to time to see who was stronger.

To be honest, these games were all tricks my girlfriend and I had planned before we left. According to her, these intimate games would allow my wife to relax and be less guarded, using playful fighting, pushing, hugging, carrying, kneading, and bumping to subtly get her used to being touched and hugged by different men, and to the direct friction between her private parts and the bare back of someone carrying her.

After a day of playing, we went back to our room in the evening to play cards and drink beer. The two couples showered and went to their own beds. As I was embracing and caressing my wife in bed, I suddenly heard loud, undisguised moans coming from the next bed. Looking up, I saw the two of them already having sex on the bed next to me!

My wife and I peeked over. Although the main lights were off, for safety reasons, a bathroom light had been left on in the hotel before we went to bed, so we could still see quite clearly. My wife and I watched them make love intently. After a few minutes, my wife was blushing.

I couldn't resist, so I rolled over and started having sex with my wife under the covers. After a while, a loud "bang" startled us both. The man, still inside his girlfriend, picked her up and carried her to our bed, continuing his vigorous act next to us. My wife pulled the covers up and sat up, stopping our own sex session, becoming a stunned spectator as he frantically fucked his girlfriend in a doggy-style position on our bed.

Listening to his girlfriend's increasingly urgent moans beside us, she suddenly pulled my wife's hand to her breast and said, "Oh! So good...so deep...can you touch my breasts for me?" My wife innocently stroked her breasts, and I seized the opportunity to flip over to his girlfriend's other side and frantically licked her other nipple, while my hands roamed all over her body. She became even more frenzied, her lower body constantly thrusting upwards to meet her boyfriend's thrusts.

A few minutes later, the man seemed a bit tired and pulled his penis out. His girlfriend was still shouting, "Don't pull it out! I want more! I want more!"

Her boyfriend wiped his sweat and yelled, "You've been wanting her for so long, today I'll grant your wish." He gently pushed me and said, "She's been waiting for you for so long, it's your turn!"

I didn't stand on ceremony at this point. I put on a condom, turned her over, held her upturned buttocks, and thrust into her from behind. Warm, wet fluids gushed out of her vagina with my thrusts. She arched her back to meet my rhythm while moaning loudly, "Oh...oh...so thick! So thick! Oh...so good...oh oh oh...so good..." My

wife was stunned. Her boyfriend sat down next to her, almost thigh to thigh, to rest. My wife turned slightly to the side, probably confused by my actions. She opened her eyes and watched me having sex with another woman, but didn't run away.

After about eight or nine minutes of this, the sheets were all crumpled from his girlfriend's movements. I saw that the man had somehow placed one hand on my wife's thighs as she sat cross-legged, gently stroking them, saying, "Is it comfortable? Don't be tense, you need to relax sometimes." Then he moved his hand back and forth along my wife's back to her buttocks.

I thrust in and out a dozen more times, then said to the man, "Have you rested enough? Want to take over again?" After I pulled out, the man slid down under his girlfriend's kneeling body and continued to suck and lick her genitals in a "69" position. She also took her boyfriend's penis into her mouth and started sucking it.

I threw away the condom, pulled my wife down to lie next to them, and said, "Let's do it too!" So we sat shoulder to shoulder, licking our partners in a "69" position. My wife seemed to be getting excited too, her moans getting louder and louder. Sometimes, she would even lift her head and forget to give me oral sex because she was so excited. I concentrated all my energy on sucking my wife's clitoris, occasionally pulling it outwards with a tight suck – this was my surefire way to get her, and each time I could hear her moan and cry out loudly; it never failed.

The man reached over with his right hand and inserted a finger into my wife's vagina, moving it in and out, while I continued sucking her clitoris. After a while, with the copious amount of vaginal fluid, he switched to inserting two fingers simultaneously to increase the thickness. My wife's plump, white buttocks swayed back and forth with her increasingly loud moans.

Whether it was from excessive excitement or from thinking it was my finger that was inserted, my wife didn't object or try to escape from beginning to end. Sometimes she looked up and moaned, sometimes she closed her eyes to concentrate on feeling, and sometimes she lowered her head to swallow and release my penis.

Three to five minutes later, my wife said, "I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore! Oh... my legs are weak... I really want it in... I really want it in... Oh oh..."

I continued lying down and gently pushed my wife's buttocks forward, saying, "You do it yourself." My wife couldn't wait and crawled forward on her knees, then half-squatted with her back to me, holding my hard, hot penis and sitting inside. I immediately felt the wetness and

heat inside my wife's vagina. Watching her half-squat like a thirsty lion, using her soft vagina to quickly move up and down on my penis, I liked this position because I could easily and clearly see my wife's snow-white, round buttocks and the movement of my penis going in and out of her vagina, as well as the tender flesh inside her vagina, which was filled with my penis, being constantly pulled out and inserted.

At this time, his girlfriend also kindly accommodated us, quietly lying on the bed watching. The three of us quietly admired from behind my wife's plump vagina tightly gripping my penis, sometimes pulling it out completely, and then quickly plunging it back into her body just before it left the vaginal opening.

The man, probably unable to hold back any longer, hurriedly straddled my stomach, wrapping his arms around my wife's breasts from behind. His hands alternated between gently kneading and roughly squeezing and kneading her two mounds of white flesh, occasionally lightly rubbing and pinching her nipples with his fingers.

Lying behind her, I panted, "Excited? These aren't my hands..." My

wife let out a long "Oh..." and instead of flinching, she began to stroke my penis even faster, as if possessed.

He got up and moved around to face my wife, standing on the bed and waving his erect penis in front of her. With my back to her, I couldn't see her expression, but I heard the man gently say, "Could you use your hand to help me?"

While thrusting into me, my wife obediently extended her right hand and slowly began to stroke him, her panting and moaning never ceasing. I got up, pulled my wife's legs to the edge of the bed, and spread them apart with my elbows. I changed positions and continued to thrust into her forcefully. Her moans were gradually becoming hoarse. The other man sat beside her, gently sucking and licking her nipples, his hands roaming freely over her body.

My wife was now so excited she had lost all reason. Besides yelling at me, "Don't stop," "Oh," "Harder, harder," her hands were also rapidly stroking the other man's penis.

After a few minutes, I saw the man's face turn red as he shouted, "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" Then a white stream shot across the sky, gushing out and landing all over my wife's chest. My wife cried out excitedly, panting. The room was filled with the sounds of her lewd cries and panting, along with the "slap slap" of my genitals violently pounding against her vulva.

As I continued thrusting, I felt myself gradually losing strength. My glans throbbed with an unbearable itch, and I felt it swell and swell deep inside her vagina. Amidst my wife's screams, I let out a powerful "Ah!" and thrust deep inside her, ejaculating a torrent of semen into her cervix.

My wife lay exhausted on the bed. I went over and held her tightly, gently stroking her, telling her, "You were amazing today. I've never been so excited."

The four of us, in our debauchery, lay panting on the bed. I asked my wife how she felt. She didn't answer, only covering her face and giggling. After asking her a few more times, she covered her face and laughed, saying, "So embarrassing!"

I exchanged a glance with his girlfriend, who smiled confidently and slyly and nodded. It seemed that my wife, influenced by her over the past few months, was gradually becoming more aware of things.

After showering, we chatted for a while, but we were all too tired, so we each embraced our partners and fell into a deep sleep. Although I felt a little apologetic to the man, and regretted not seeing him penetrate his wife, I was quite satisfied with today's progress. I couldn't help but secretly admire his girlfriend's "brainwashing" skills over the past few months. I thought to myself: today is only the first day of our trip; there will definitely be more exciting developments in the next few days.

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