My wife finally won over the young heartthrob next door today. (The End)

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I'm currently on a business trip, and my wife is home alone. I just video-chatted with her and learned that the young, handsome guy next door she'd been eyeing for months finally slept with her today. This story begins in a building with six apartments per floor, and our apartment is to the left of the elevator. Last May, a young couple moved into the apartment to the right of the elevator, supposedly the landlord's nephew or something, having graduated from university two or three years ago. The guy was around 180cm tall, with a decent build and handsome looks—we'll call him "young, handsome guy." The woman was nearly 170cm, slightly overweight, with average breasts (B-C), and average looks, but her butt was truly amazing—round and perky. The first time I saw her, I told my wife, "This woman is definitely a slut." My wife didn't believe me, saying I was just being lewd and accusing women of promiscuity. It wasn't until later that my wife believed me. I'll explain the details later. That's roughly the situation. After all, neighbors these days aren't like the neighbors in the old compound; you'd just nod to each other when you bumped into each other in the elevator. That's all the information I had, and I only found out because my wife had developed feelings for that young man. That's the gist of it. Anyway, back to the story. About a month after that young couple moved in, the weather was a bit warm, but we didn't need air conditioning yet, so we slept with the window open. One night, after turning off the lights and drifting off to sleep, I vaguely heard a woman moaning outside the window. At first, I didn't pay much attention, but after a while, the sounds grew louder and clearer. I quickly nudged my wife to listen, but she was even more excited than I was and immediately ran to the window to listen more closely. We usually sleep naked, and I told my wife, "You can just listen, you don't need to stick your head out like that. Be careful someone sees your two big, white breasts." Unexpectedly, my wife, in her youthful exuberance, said, "Let them watch, consider it adding to their fun." Later, through the sounds and the opening and closing of the opposite window, we confirmed it was indeed the young couple across the street. They say youth is a time for romance, and it's true what they say. For a while, we could hear their moaning almost every day. My wife would often lean on the windowsill, listening to their sounds, while I fucked her from behind. It felt like a return to the days of our school days, going to hotels and having sex with each other in opposite rooms. Men, after all, are competitive in these matters, so I also tried to compete with them a few times, albeit one-sidedly. But time waits for no one, and I had to admit I couldn't compare to that young hunk. My wife and I had experience with swapping and threesomes. One time during sex, the topic of the young couple across the street came up, and it turned out my wife had been eyeing that young man for a while. I told her, "Since you're interested, go seduce him." The usual rules: play around, but be careful, don't let it affect our lives, and communicate as a couple immediately if anything happens. If she succeeded, judging by the woman's sultry moans across the way, there was a good chance we could switch partners; that ass was incredibly alluring. From then on, my wife would greet the couple across the street whenever they met, and they gradually became a little familiar with each other. But the couple was always together, so there weren't many good opportunities. Around September, one Saturday, knowing the guy was home alone, she made her move. The gist of it was that she turned off the light switch, then pretended the light was broken and went to ask the young man for help. When he entered the room, my wife said the ceiling light wasn't working, probably broken, and she was too scared to fix it herself, so she asked him to change the bulb. He stood on a stool to look at the light, while my wife, wearing only my t-shirt and no bra, pretended to hold the stool. If he just looked down, through the loose neckline, my wife's breasts would be completely exposed, even her nipples. He changed the bulb, but the light still wouldn't turn on. Later, my wife thought he had seen enough, so she let him into the bedroom, saying the bedroom light wasn't working. But it was an LED light, and there was no way to change it. Actually, my wife had another purpose in letting him into the bedroom. She had previously partially opened the bedside table drawer, which contained our condoms and a vibrator, and there was also one of my wife's bras on the bed. Anyway, I think my wife's hints were very sincere, but I don't know if it was too direct or if the young man was too timid, but in the end, my wife didn't succeed. But I believe that from then on, in the young man's mind, my wife was definitely a promiscuous slut. Later, as work got busier at the end of the year, my wife's feelings faded. Unexpectedly, today, things took an unexpected turn. At noon, my wife went out to buy groceries and ran into the young man in the elevator. He offered to help my wife carry her things, and during their conversation, he learned she was home alone. He walked my wife to her door, and when he returned her things, their hands touched—who knows if it was intentional or not. My wife's mind immediately started working again. She said, "Your older brother's away on a business trip. You probably can't cook by yourself, right? Come over to my place, I'll cook for you." The young man politely declined. Unexpectedly, a little while later, he knocked on the door again, saying they were out of salt and wanted some. He probably struggled with the decision for a long time before finally deciding to come. The excuse was clumsy, but the wolf was interested, and the concubine wanted it; an excuse was all that mattered. My wife said, "Then don't bother cooking. I'll cook anyway, one more won't make a difference. Come in and eat."
(When my wife told me this, I said, "Wow, that's quite a profound statement!") The young man, seizing the opportunity, readily entered the house. Since my wife hadn't expected him and wasn't prepared, seeing an opportunity, she told him to watch TV in the living room while she changed. They say it's easier for a woman than a man to pursue a man. My wife went into the bedroom and changed into a nightgown, a style reminiscent of lingerie. It was mostly silk, but the breast area was lace. While not completely covered by a thin veil, her nipples and areolas were still visible, and a small portion of her white breasts was exposed – even a prostitute couldn't compare. According to my wife, when she came out of the bedroom, the young man's eyes were glued to her. My wife pretended to go to the kitchen to cook, and the young man immediately followed, claiming to help, but his eyes were constantly fixed on her large breasts. (My guess) Then, while the two were getting something from the kitchen, my wife deliberately rubbed her buttocks against the young man's crotch, and soon she was aroused. The young man hugged my wife from behind, and she didn't even try to hide it or show the slightest resistance, readily wrapping her arms around him. Then they went straight into the bedroom for a passionate encounter. After a round of intense lovemaking, they were both exhausted. The young man, playing with my wife's large breasts, said he had wanted to fuck my wife for a long time. After resting for a while, the young man fucked my wife again, then left in a hurry without even eating. My wife was extremely satisfied and slept for the entire afternoon before waking up to video chat with me to report back. After the young man left that day, my wife was probably too excited about successfully seducing him and having her desires satisfied, so she slept for the entire afternoon. She immediately video chatted with me to report back after waking up. I was definitely hard when I heard it, but unfortunately I had things to do and didn't have time to ask for details. Otherwise, I definitely would have asked to be sure, and then video-chatted with my wife to masturbate. Later that night, before going to bed, I chatted with my wife on WeChat and learned that the young man had disappeared without a trace after leaving and hadn't contacted her since. My wife was anxious all night, constantly imagining her phone ringing, checking it every now and then to see if there were any messages. She asked me if that guy wasn't satisfied with her. I thought about it carefully and realized that the young man probably got his way too easily, and since my wife is practically a local, he might have felt it was all too unreal and hadn't quite come to his senses. Or maybe he felt guilty and was afraid his girlfriend would find out and didn't dare contact her. Besides, after all these years of my training, my wife's technique is unparalleled, and her oral skills are absolutely top-notch; she could definitely make money off her. Furthermore, we've both been going to the gym. While our figures aren't as youthful as they were in our teenage years, years of teaching have instilled in us a natural, refined elegance, a mature charm. A couple we exchanged ideas with once remarked that a woman like my wife, just entering her prime, is absolutely the most fun and resilient! I wholeheartedly agree. So I reassured my wife, saying, "No cat is immune to lust. Just like a virgin who's just tasted meat, he's bound to be insatiable. There's no reason for him to be heartless after he's done. Don't worry, that young man will definitely contact you." I know my wife; her libido grows stronger every day. Having just tasted a young man, she's bound to be incredibly horny, and a meal or two won't be enough to satisfy her. But for the long haul, I still cautioned my wife that the first time was too easy for that guy, so she absolutely mustn't let him get his way again so easily, otherwise he'll quickly grow tired of her. Later, I learned that after talking to me that night, my wife, recalling the passion of the day, couldn't resist masturbating again. Sure enough, big breasts mean a slut! The next afternoon, the young man contacted my wife. As I expected, the guy, having tasted the sweetness, asked if my wife was home while his girlfriend went to yoga, hoping to take advantage of the free time to have a deeper conversation with Xiaoqian at my house. But my wife refused him, citing inconvenience at home, and then, to avoid succumbing to temptation, she stopped contacting him. I guess the guy was still a little guilty, after all, he had done something wrong to his girlfriend right at their doorstep, and was afraid of being discovered, so he didn't contact my wife all night. On Monday, my wife contacted the young man. The young man thought that calling my wife a slut the day before had annoyed her, which was why she hadn't contacted him all night. Little did he know that my wife was playing hard to get. After learning that Xiaoqian wasn't angry, he immediately and decisively made his move. Actually, my wife was just as excited as he was, so why wouldn't she agree? I told the young man we could have a proper "communication" after get off work. Unfortunately, he was a bit timid and didn't dare use overtime as an excuse to stay out late, which made me underestimate him. In the end, my wife, that horny, big-breasted slut, took the initiative, saying she didn't have class on Tuesday afternoon and could meet him at his company at noon. They agreed to have lunch together. (Damn, who knows what these adulterous couple really wanted!) Since my wife contacted him at school, she was careful and deleted the chat history as soon as they started, so I can't share it with you all, and I didn't see it either—what a pity! On Tuesday, which was yesterday, my wife rushed to the young man's place after class. Unexpectedly, he was even more eager. When my wife arrived near his company, he had already booked a room, telling her he missed her terribly, saying she was more important than food. What a sweet talker! But when my wife told me about it, perhaps because she was a little jealous, she thought to herself, "He's taking advantage of a free woman who comes to him, yet he can't even afford a meal. So stingy!" The two went into the room, not even closing the door properly, and eagerly embraced, sharing a passionate kiss that left my wife dizzy and confused. By the time the young man's hand slipped inside her panties, they were already soaking wet. Since I'm just sharing what happened, not writing a novel, I won't go into too much detail. In short, according to Xiaoqian's report, it was basically like a scene from a movie about having an affair. Their clothes were scattered all over the floor, and they rolled around on the bed for a good time. After resting for a while, they went to take a bath together. Seeing that the young man's girlfriend was only a B-cup, I didn't expect that he, like me, was a breast enthusiast. He offered to lather up my wife's body with shower gel. In my wife's words, he wasn't just washing her body; he was clearly washing her breasts. His lecherous hands practically never left her large breasts. Soon after, my wife's nipples became erect. The young man noticed and shifted his attention to her pubic area, almost bringing her to orgasm. Whether he was deliberately teasing her or simply obeying her, he didn't continue when she was about to climax, saying no and pushing his hands away. He then asked her to wash him and specifically demanded she thank his penis by giving him a blowjob. My wife claimed she didn't know how, saying she'd never tried it with me before, which only piqued his interest. She then pretended to be inexperienced and gave him a few strokes. Actually, my wife's large breasts are quite nice for blowjobs, but after trying them a few times, I found them less interesting than oral sex and didn't do it much. What my wife said was basically true. Then the young man wanted her to give him oral sex, which she refused. Later, after they left the bathroom and returned to bed, he again asked for oral sex, and after being refused again, he offered to give her oral sex. Perhaps it's a bit of my own fastidiousness, but although I enjoy my wife's oral skills, I rarely perform oral sex on her. While I don't mind other men entering my wife's body, I always feel that it's a place other men have been, and if I use my mouth on her, it feels like I'm indirectly giving those men oral sex, which I find very objectionable. After talking to Xiaoqian about it once, my wife never asked me to give her oral sex again, which was very considerate. So I felt somewhat indebted to her, and I was particularly indulgent towards her pursuit of sexual satisfaction. But that's beside the point. Back to the main topic. I don't know if it's true, as my wife said, that the young man's technique was top-notch, or if my wife was just experiencing a long-awaited rain, but she was always in heaven. When the young man asked my wife to give him oral sex again, she didn't refuse. The two of them practiced Tai Chi and then started a second round of physical intimacy. My wife was subjected to all sorts of positions by the young man, experiencing two orgasms, and finally, she was limp and powerless, letting the young man mercilessly perform piston-like movements on her. When the young man's children eagerly left him, both of them were extremely satisfied (so cliché, I despise my own choice of words). To avoid being late for work, the young man hurriedly left first. Later, based on my wife's analysis, the young man was probably a playful and skilled player, with good technique and stamina. The "good technique" part was probably a euphemism my wife used to avoid hurting my pride. Damn, I'm into the process, the style! I guess the young man was also cautiously "communicating" with my wife, afraid of rushing things. During their rest afterwards, he subtly expressed his hope to have sex with my wife in a short skirt, stockings, and business attire sometime. Sigh, another victim of Japanese adult films! Want to play the teacher's lover? [The End]

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