The Art of Sharing a Wife 0102

1.
The *Sima Xinfa* records that
thieves are divided into three classes:
the highest steals a country,
the next steals a heart , and the lowest steals
treasures
. Theft is one of the most enduring forms of human behavior. However, in a place called Chunman, there is a small group of people who steal their partners' hearts, but for others, not for themselves…
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"So, you allow me to travel with him? That means… tonight, we'll be alone in a room… You're not just being sarcastic, are you…?" Encouraged by me, my wife shyly voiced her thoughts. The "
him" she spoke of was her first love, Wan Ge.
"No, annoying…" I replied 'deliberately' with the impatient tone I've said many times before; but only I knew that 'deliberately' was to hide the chaotic thoughts in my heart.
This kind of game of adultery… men can separate the body from the heart, but women are different.
Before a woman lets someone into her vagina, she might tell herself that she'll kick the other person's penis after she's had her fill, but what she kicks afterward is often the opposite—those without… The method had given him pleasure; and... this time, the one entering his wife's vagina was someone who had died peacefully more than ten years ago, yet now gave her several orgasms in one night. In fact, according to her,
this first love, whom she had half-heartedly allowed to ejaculate inside her last time, and who had even climaxed again from the heat of his semen, was incredibly stimulating for both his wife and him... and various tests.
"Won't get angry..." The impatient tone masked something, but some things had to be made clear; the next second: "But you must love me as always." The tone was affectionate.
"Silly girl... you're the one I love most." His wife said seriously,
"You can love him... but you're not allowed to love him more than me."
"What are you saying? I just... just liked him a little bit... After all, back then, if I hadn't gone abroad to study... maybe now..." Sweetie hesitated,
"Now you're married to him?" I picked up on what she hadn't said.
"Damn it." I feigned forgiveness: "How can even you say that... I'm your wife..." She playfully punched me. "Don't you think so too?" I said to my wife. Then I swallowed the rest of the sentence: "You just said it yourself—in a tone of acknowledging this possibility."
"No way..." A woman who knows shame is most adorable when she's being wanton.
"No?" I slipped my hand inside my wife's panties.
"No... Oh... Don't..." She twisted her waist weakly
. "You're all wet." I raised my hand, revealing a glistening sheen on my four fingertips.
"No..." I opened and closed my four fingers close to my wife's eyes, letting her see her own juices flowing between them, making her more embarrassed the more she denied it.
"Nothing... Hmm... Look at this water, for whom is it flowing?"
"You..."
"Are you lying? The water a woman flows for different men tastes different." I suddenly felt I had a talent for teasing people, and continued—
"I can tell if you're wet because of me or because of Brother Wan just by tasting it..." As I spoke, my finger slowly moved to my mouth, then I stuck out my tongue, pretending to study it.
"No... don't..." My wife naturally stopped me, and then she probably felt guilty and amused, having discovered the flaw in this theory of taste? "How could you possibly taste it?" she protested.
"I just know," I said playfully.
"As punishment, you'll taste me too, and see if you can tell what I'm feeling right now."
With that, I pressed her down, making her kneel before my groin.
My wife understood, obediently removing the restraints from my lower body and opening her mouth.
"Bitter..." she said, referring to the taste.
"Yes, a little bitter..." I said, referring to something else.
"Are you jealous?"
"A little, but even more excited."
"Ugh... pervert... seeing your wife has reached the point of... preparing for a romantic trip with Brother Wan, and you still say you're more excited. Aren't you worried that I might get too... good... from him... and just run away with him and never come back...?"
"I'm not worried. You just said you love me the most... as long as you don't hide anything from me, I'm at ease..."
"Hmm... ugh... I know... ugh..."
Watching my wife's head bobbing back and forth energetically, I enjoyed her skillful oral sex while reminiscing about the key stages of successfully reaching this point
.
Two
months ago, my wife's first love, Brother Wan, became a regular in our role-playing games. Although my wife had also played around with other men, regardless of right or wrong, most men who seduce other men's wives and daughters choose between stealing hearts and stealing treasures, and their psychological state tends to lean towards the latter...
After having fun and eating delicious food, she did less of those things. Although she didn't say it out loud, I could sense that my wife was a little unsatisfied
. Therefore, Brother Wan was born in the role-playing game, and the story continued in a reasonable way. "Slut... what if I told Brother Wan that you had slept with a bunch of men besides him, ruining your pure image in his mind?" One of Brother Wan's appearances was after a round of foreplay, during the piston-like movement, when I said this.
"No..." she immediately objected. After all, she was my first love, and she had a different way of playing.
Not only did she object, but she also counterattacked me.
"If you tell him, I'll tell him that you love being cuckolded, that you asked me to go out and seduce him, and that he shouldn't be afraid. He can openly fuck your wife in front of you while humiliating you. Let's see if you dare!" She said,
"Humiliate me? How will you humiliate me?" My hips sank lower and lower, not quickly, and I asked, "Tell me... you're a useless pimp..." She endured the impact of my lower body while saying things that would excite me: "Your wife is being fucked by him in front of you, and you don't even dare to groan..."
"And what else?"
"Your wife has been fucked to orgasm by him many times... her body and mind are almost conquered by him..."
"And what else?"
"From now on... I won't use a condom every time I fuck your wife... until she gets pregnant... until she's all over..."
Observing the use of subject and object is one of the easiest ways to grasp the psychological state of the role-player in a role-playing game where the brain is oxygen-deprived.
"Her?" I asked knowingly, to bring her into a deeper state.
"Your wife..."
"Hmm... if that's the case, how would you respond..."
"Then... I'd let him... ejaculate inside... ah..." Her body swayed up and down from my thrusts, and her panting was also a way to gauge how into the mood she was.
"If that's the case, would you humiliate me with Brother Wan?"
There was no answer
. "Brother Wan, in front of me, fucking you while humiliating your husband, saying I'm a useless pimp, saying you're about to be conquered by him, saying he won't use a condom every time he fucks you, until he gets you pregnant... that... is very exciting, isn't it..." I summarized it again while fucking, making my wife more aware of 'the scene she was in'.
"Will you join Brother Wan in humiliating me too?" I asked repeatedly.
"Yes..." she finally said
. "What? Now I'm Brother Wan, and your husband is right here. How would you humiliate your husband? Demonstrate..."
"Kiss me..."
"Who kissed you? Call out your name!"
"Brother Wan! It was Brother Wan... Brother Wan kissed me! Kissed me in front of my husband!" As if struggling to breathe, she used a lot of strength to shout the last part of the sentence.
"Okay, brother, you see? It was your wife who asked for it, I didn't force her." I, temporarily assuming the identity of Brother Wan, finished speaking and
then French kissed her. She responded passionately
, "Was it good?"
"Good! I'm dying..."
"Brother, I was with your wife long before you. I only lent her to you later. It's been so long, it's only natural that I want her back now." As Wan Ge, I have a knack for blurring the lines between right and wrong. "..." The silent me couldn't refute.
"Take off the wedding ring your husband gave you and give it back to him. Humiliate him." Anyone who's been watching my wife knows her wedding ring often comes loose. Without explanation, I said,
"Here, put on both of ours." I slipped the other ring I'd prepared onto her ring finger. "Now whose wife are you... tell your husband." As I asked, I sped up, the squelching sounds of her juices echoing throughout the room.
"Now... now... I... I'm Wan Ge's wife! Ah..." Before being swallowed by the immoral pleasure, before being engulfed by the vortex of orgasm, before losing consciousness, my wife cried out.
And I, with a little more effort
... I don't know who said it, but human sexual organs reside in the brain.
"Is it good...?"
"I'm going to die... I'm so turned on, I'm dizzy..." Her eyes were closed, her penis twitching.
I kissed her cold, trembling lips.
"It's not over yet... Now, Wan-ge says something, and you repeat after him." Then, before her orgasm had completely subsided, my penis entered and exited again, moderately.
"...What should I say..." Without opening her eyes, enjoying the lingering feeling of her orgasm, she asked in a cloying voice,
"I, Wan-ge, am willing to marry Xiao-zhen..."
"I..." My wife paused, finally opening her eyes to glance at me,
but I quickly covered them with my palm, gesturing for her to keep them closed.
"Say it... let that cuckolded pimp over there hear, keep humiliating him, make him masturbate." My penis continued to move in and out, the muscles of her vagina began to soften, unlike the tightness she had during her orgasm, gripping my glans tightly, sucking on my penis,
not just moving in and out, but thrusting .
"Ah... ah... I... Xiao Zhen... am willing to marry Brother Wan..." After I had been deeply penetrating her for a while, my wife cooperated, playing along.
"Regardless of wealth, fat or thin, we will love each other." Thrusting.
"Regardless of wealth... fat or thin... we will love each other... ah..." Being thrust into.
"No matter when I, A-Wan, ask... Xiao Zhen will have sex with me, A-Wan... I have the right to use her body..." Rapid thrusting.
"No matter when Brother Wan... asks... Xiao Zhen will..." "Brother Wan...making love...the right to use my body belongs to...Brother Wan..." He was thrusting rapidly.
"If Xiao Zhen gets pregnant with my child in the future...no matter who objects...I will give birth to the child..." *slap slap slap slap
* "If I get pregnant with...Brother Wan's... child...no matter who...objects...I will give birth to...the child...ah..." *sizzle sizzle sizzle* "
Is it exciting...huff?" I was also a little out of breath.
A blush appeared on my wife's white skin, and under the shine of sweat, it looked like her skin would emit a thin wine-red mist.
"I...I'm going to die...it's really...too exciting!" My wife's eyes lost focus, and she said with difficulty, "Come on, tell your husband that you want a divorce and marry me, Brother Wan, and have children..." I knew she was about to explode again, and it was time to play even more intensely.
Although under normal circumstances, some words are a big taboo for some people, but—
"Husband...let's get a divorce...I want to marry Brother Wan and have children...ah ah ah!!" At this moment, she couldn't think about what she should care about, because she was just one step away from breaking the record and crossing the edge of orgasm. To overcome this obstacle, she cast aside all moral constraints and fluently recited the lines considered taboo by the outside world:
"Tell him not to turn his eyes, to watch you open your uterus, to let me ejaculate into your uterus, to make you pregnant."
"Ah!! Stop! Husband, don't turn your eyes! Watch me open my uterus, to watch me get pregnant with Brother Wan's child! Ah!!!" Had she already reached the point of interpreting the lines according to her own understanding? However, this also shows that my wife's mind has been stunned by the orgasm.
"Let your husband raise my bastard child for Wan, and you will continue to let Wan ejaculate inside you every day, and keep having children for Wan." I couldn't hold back either. While I was happily ejaculating into my wife's vagina, I said the last line of the script
, "Let your husband raise my bastard child for Wan! I will continue to let... Wan ejaculate inside you every day! Non-stop! Non-stop... have children for... Wan... Ahhhhh!!!" She also used her last breath to shout it out, not caring whether the obscene content would break out of the door and be heard by others. Anyway, it was to respond to the ending of my script. Then, her back arched, her eyes rolled back, and saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth as she spoke. Such undignified manners were, in my opinion, the most beautiful manners.
"Was this role enjoyable?" My tired little brother was still lying in the wet and collapsed flesh hole. I asked, "..." but she didn't respond, only making nasal noises.
"Awesome, because this isn't acting..."
Looking at her, exhausted but fast asleep, I answered myself—
"It's rehearsing..."

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