A belated diary entry: My wife's second experience with a single man.

A belated diary entry: My wife's second experience with a single man.
Time: Summer 2019
Location: A certain place in Zhejiang Province

From the Lunar New Year period until today, my wife has experienced three passionate encounters with single men. Previously, she had only been physically with me, but now she has experienced varying degrees of physical and mental stimulation from other men. The first encounter was unforgettable, but also somewhat regrettable. The latter two passionate encounters were with another man—Brother X.
Actually, I've known Brother X for almost two years now. He was the first like-minded person I interacted with in real life. He entered this circle many years before me. Before we started dating, he had already succeeded many times, been a single man multiple times, and successfully swapped partners. He's very experienced, so I should call him a senior. Although Brother X is a bit older than me, he doesn't have a very muscular build despite his dark skin. He has a good image and temperament, and speaks in a gentle and refined manner. My wife knew a long time ago that we often communicated online and in real life. Deep down, she gradually regarded him as an older brother. Occasionally, she would confide in him about her unhappiness in life and work, but it didn't seem that she really took our relationship seriously.
This summer, my wife and I spontaneously decided to travel to a neighboring city. While passing through a service area, my wife casually sent a WeChat message to Brother X. Brother X warmly invited us to his home and showed us around all day. Brother X and I both understood what this reunion meant, but my naive wife thought of the trip as something so simple. That evening, in the hotel room, Brother L and I exchanged glances. My wife, completely unaware, was washing up in the bathroom. At my suggestion, Brother L entered the bathroom, grabbed my wife, and began groping her body. My wife was so shocked she almost screamed. Come on, Brother X insisted on pulling his wife into a corner and kissing her. His wife's expression changed from fear to grievance. Then, Brother X tactfully left, telling me that it wasn't the right time for his wife to be so reserved, and that this was the end of it. The scene was quite awkward. After Brother X left, his wife glared at me fiercely before bursting into tears. During our conversation, I learned that his wife had never considered anything to do with him; she truly only saw him as an older brother. If it were really about playing the role of a couple, he wasn't her type, and she didn't feel anything for him. Ultimately, she felt awkward because Brother X was too old for us. After some coaxing, his wife's mood returned to normal. The next day, Brother X continued to take us sightseeing and host banquets as usual. His wife was all smiles, as if the events of the previous night had been erased by chalk. It seemed that only I felt regret about this unsuccessful experience…
And so, life returned to its usual tranquility. For over a month, still feeling resentful, I continued searching online for suitable single men for my wife, trying to find someone who met her expectations. However, after meeting several and comparing them, I realized that none particularly interested her. Aside from age, it seemed that only Brother X was truly outstanding in other aspects. Moreover, after the previous incident, Brother X's timely and sensible departure made my wife view him differently, and she felt a greater affinity for him. Plus, with the children away for summer vacation, my restless wife began to stir with desire…
After much pleading and internal struggle, my wife finally agreed to my request. I was overjoyed and immediately contacted Brother X. Surprisingly, he was still somewhat skeptical on the other end of the phone. We immediately arranged to meet up on the weekend. The waiting was agonizing. Finally, the weekend arrived. After lunch, I quickly drove with my wife to Brother X's city. My wife and I didn't seem to exchange many words in the car. We drove directly to the hotel room Brother X had booked. Although the room was clean and tidy, the soundproofing was really poor. I was worried about my wife's safety that night. The noise would annoy the surrounding guests, which would be too embarrassing... My wife and I didn't seem to have much of an appetite, so we ate dinner quickly and went to our room. Back in the room, my wife changed into the clothes I had specially prepared for her. After changing, she was a little embarrassed and went to bed to watch TV. Brother X had to go to a social event and rushed over in the evening, smelling of alcohol. My wife was a little unhappy, and Brother X quickly explained. Seeing the awkward atmosphere, my wife burst out laughing, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. But I was still a little worried about whether Brother X would be able to perform after drinking. I gave Brother X a knowing look, and he smiled knowingly. He walked over, leaned against the headboard, and embraced my wife. This time, she didn't resist too strongly, only wriggling a few times symbolically. I got up and yanked back the covers. She was wearing sexy lingerie, fishnet stockings, and a black bodysuit. Brother X was stunned for a moment and then smiled. He then pinned my wife down and began to caress her wantonly. My wife was a little uncomfortable and took the opportunity to hide in the bathroom. Brother X followed her and continued to make love to her in the bathroom. He pulled her back to the bed and quickly stripped her of all her clothes. He buried his head between her legs and began to suckle greedily. My wife's cheeks flushed from the licking, and she buried her head under the pillow, moaning softly. Seeing that my wife was already aroused, I sat back down on the sofa. I didn't want to participate in this wonderful scene; I just wanted to be a quiet observer, not to disrupt or disturb it.
A moment later, Brother X stood up, took the condom I handed him, and skillfully put it on. He then bent down again and thrust into my wife's wet cave. I slowly exhaled the cigarette from my hand. This moment, this scene, I had waited for nearly two years. Finally, this moment was before my eyes. My wife was tightly pressed beneath Brother X. I couldn't see the expression on her face, only her heart-wrenching cries. All I could see was my wife's instinctive hands tightly wrapped around Brother X's shoulders, his buttocks arching between her legs, the point of contact already glistening with white...
As it turned out, my worries were unnecessary. The alcohol seemed to have numbed X's senses. An hour had passed, and he had only paused twice to change positions a few times. X showed no sign of ejaculating and continued to ride on his wife. His wife lay on the bed, moaning rhythmically with each thrust between her buttocks. Both of them were covered in sweat. His wife suggested getting up to take a shower, and X followed her into the bathroom without even taking off his condom. As soon as his wife turned on the shower, X turned her around and made her hold onto the wall with both hands. He then thrust into her again, holding her buttocks, and continued riding. This was hardly a shower; it was just a change of scenery. The bathroom was very acoustic, and my wife's screams were terrifying. I quickly closed the bathroom door, turned up the TV volume in the room, and quietly watched through the glass. I wondered if this guy was on drugs; his stamina was terrifying. Soon after, the two of them finished drying off, and my wife was pulled to the bedside by my husband. She knelt on the bed, and L continued thrusting into her from behind. A moment later, with a long roar, he finally ejaculated, then collapsed on top of my wife, panting. He was clearly exhausted. After this intense battle, the once tidy room was now a mess. It was a deluxe standard room with two large beds. After ejaculating, we only chatted for a few words before X, drunk, fell asleep. My wife and I lay on the other bed, my wife leaning against my chest... She seemed to feel slighted, or perhaps worried that she had been too unrestrained in front of me. She stroked my body with both hands, and her body curled up in the blanket, obediently licking and sucking my already hard and swollen penis. My wife's oral skills are actually not very good, but this time she seemed to be working very hard, licking and sucking with loud smacking sounds. I leaned against the headboard and quietly enjoyed it. It was already past one o'clock in the morning, and the light outside the window was dim. I got up and pulled my wife to the window, making her lie naked by the window, and I fucked her hard. She had absorbed too much stimulation all night, and soon I ejaculated, shooting all of it inside her. My wife is easily conceived, and I usually ejaculate outside, but this time I only wanted to ejaculate inside her, not thinking about anything else, leaving not a drop. Then we fell onto the bed and fell asleep in each other's arms.
I can't remember how long I slept. I vaguely felt the bed shaking. When I opened my eyes, the sky was just beginning to lighten, and the streetlights outside were still on. With each tremor, I heard a familiar voice. Turning around, I saw my wife's face turned towards me, her eyes closed, her hand covering her mouth, making weak moans, as if afraid of waking me. Brother X was kissing my wife's cheeks, pressing her down and thrusting into her forcefully. Seeing me awake, my wife covered her face completely, embarrassed that I was watching her so closely as she slept with another man. Too tired, I got up and gave the bed to them. I went to the bathroom, and when I came back, I lay down on Brother X's bed, turned to my side, and quietly watched their performance—kissing, caressing. I could see my wife's lower body actively responding, but my heart was strangely calm, as if all of this had nothing to do with me. The two of them stayed in the same position for fifteen or sixteen minutes. X ejaculated for the second time. After a quick clean-up, X lay down on his side, pulled the blanket over them, and hugged his wife from behind. They fell asleep naturally. Everything felt so natural, as if I were the single man, lying alone on another bed watching and gradually falling asleep.
About an hour later, I was suddenly woken up by my wife. The blanket was covering them both, and X had woken up sometime earlier and was still on top of my wife, thrusting into her. When my wife saw me wake up, she said, "I think I squirted!" I quickly got up and pulled back the blanket. The sheets were soaked, and their pubic hair was completely wet. X was smiling proudly at me. This was the first time I had ever seen my wife actually squirt. I had seen her squirt a few times before, but I had always used a tool to make her squirt. This time, she squirted because another man had forcefully fucked her. For me, this was both humiliating and somewhat exciting. That's just how women are; they don't always squirt until they reach climax. At the climax, she wouldn't ejaculate, but once she reached that point, she couldn't stop. Brother X said he didn't understand why, and he'd never seen it before. I pulled my wife down and pressed her beneath me, then thrust in. Her vagina was wet and warm. After a while, I pulled out and gently patted her clitoris with my penis, causing the fluid inside to gush out like a spring. I thrust in again and pulled out. I can't remember how many times my wife ejaculated, but I saw her legs twitching constantly, and she became incredibly sensitive and aroused, with the same expression as an AV actress. We took turns with my wife for about half an hour. Brother X ejaculated for the third time, but I didn't feel like ejaculating, and I had no desire to continue. Brother X laughed and said he felt like he couldn't ejaculate anymore...
After a short rest, dragging our tired bodies, we waved goodbye to Brother X and drove back to our hideout. Along the way, my wife and I chatted non-stop. This was the first time my wife had truly experienced the difference in male physiques. She hadn't known before that some men could recover quickly after one time and could want it many times in one night, while I had never had three times in one night. Of course, I also have my advantages—relatively long-lasting, hehe~
About a month later, my wife met with Brother X a second time, again three times a night. I'll write more about that later. (The End)

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