Brainwashing my wife

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I'm 26 years old this year, and my wife is a year younger than me. She's very pretty and well-behaved, with very, very fair skin. Perhaps because she hasn't had children yet, she's maintained a good figure. She's about 169 cm tall and weighs 51 kg. She feels a little plump to the touch but doesn't look fat. Her bust is 33D, her waist is 26.5, and her hips are quite wide, about 36, 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 a lot of upperclassmen!

Although we've only been married for a little over two years, we've been dating for five or six years since we were classmates. My sex drive is very high, and my needs are great. Luckily, I was her first intimate boyfriend, so she's quite compliant in bed, and she's very cooperative with the frequency and positions. The downside is that after dating for so long, we've already done everything we could. Gradually, I started wanting some different experiences.

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

I started eyeing my wife (is this a sign of mental instability or just too much work pressure?), but since she's an extremely introverted, shy, and conservative girl, making such a suggestion rashly would probably only lead to an argument; so starting at the end of last year, I tried showing her similar articles or pictures of threesomes on purpose, and as expected, she had absolutely no interest, initially not even bothering to look at them.

I began preparing for a long-term battle, continuing to forward relevant articles and pictures to her. After a few months, she started to look at things more carefully, and I discovered she was attracted to men with muscles but refined appearances. She would spend a lot of time looking at 3P pictures, and she would also ask questions or raise topics about some of the gentler and more romantic wife-swapping articles. At first, she would ask me questions such as, "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 hard, basically telling her that she wouldn't mind since her husband took the initiative to make the request, or that it would drive her husband crazy and increase the fun in the bedroom. Gradually, she stopped arguing or getting angry, and just said that she would never try it anyway. But I thought it was okay, I could wait, and everything would take its time.

I started by slowly inserting two fingers into her mouth during sex, asking her to close her eyes and imagine another, very refined man was having sex with us, and that he was now inserting his penis into her mouth. After several attempts, I noticed that she would actively start moving her tongue and sucking on my fingers, almost like oral sex. I also noticed that when I described a scenario where we were pretending to have a threesome, she would close her eyes and moan loudly, and her lower body would twist violently. I knew my chance had come, so I asked her if we should really try it with someone. She ignored me, so I started saying how much I really wanted to. 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 been somewhat effective.

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

I secretly searched online for information about one-night stands, narrowed it down to a few people, and asked them to send me 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, asking for no money, and promising not to bother my wife afterward. Of course, he wasn't blind. I invited him out for coffee, to see if he matched the photos, explained everything, and set up the plan, then 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 and give you a massage?" She considered it for a moment, having never had a massage therapist come to her home before, and said, "I think I could try it. 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; everything went as I expected. The programmer, wearing very dark sunglasses, and somehow got hold of a directional stick, came in wearing a white t-shirt and sweatpants, pretending to be a blind massage therapist. I noticed he had deliberately made some kind of colored badge on his chest, with a photo attached. I think he must have been incredibly excited about this gathering. In reality, who would care what kind of badge he had?!

I whispered for him to slow down a bit. After entering the room, my wife was startled 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." She said "Oh." The designer, feigning professionalism, said, "Go take a shower first; it'll be easier to massage you 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 towel and lying face down on the bed. I sat beside her, starting to get excited. He climbed onto the bed, pretending to touch her towel, and whispered, "Take the towel off." My wife looked at me with difficulty. 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 rummaging around for massage oil. My wife seemed relieved and tossed the towel aside.

He started by applying massage oil to my wife's body, beginning with her calves, and began massaging her up to her thighs. Then he straddled her buttocks and massaged her from her shoulders and neck down to her entire back. My wife closed her eyes, looking very comfortable. It seemed he had practiced his massage techniques diligently these past few days. 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 too stressed 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 no longer wary, she obediently parted them. I could vaguely see her vulva between her labia. The masseur then began to gently massage along her thighs up to her buttocks, and then back down to her calves when he reached the top of her thighs.

After a few times, I noticed that every time 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 my wife's thighs, his knuckles were essentially rubbing her vaginal opening. I noticed that my wife's vaginal opening started to glisten, and she was 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 massaging her shoulders and neck. Although he was behind my wife, because our bedside 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.

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