Honey, are you happy?

Wife, are you happy?

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Preface:

(I've been reading Xinghu's articles for a while now, and I've slowly developed the idea of writing something to share with fellow enthusiasts. Fortunately, I have some writing skills, but this is my first time writing this kind of article, so it's inevitably a bit rough. However, my life experiences can still provide some inspiration for my writing, making it less difficult for me. Here, I've recorded some fragments of my life, divided into chapters. I hope I can continue writing, and of course, this requires your support. If you brothers and sisters find it acceptable, please give me some feedback; consider it encouragement to continue writing, how about that?)

My wife and I were classmates in high school. From dating to marriage, we were together for four years. My wife is of average height and build, with a delicate face; she's the type everyone would say, "Hmm, quite pretty." We were both born in the countryside, but when we got married, we were already living in a large provincial capital city. Perhaps due to our backgrounds, we were both very traditional in our thinking, so much so that nothing too outrageous happened during the four years we were together until two days before our wedding, when we finally consummated our marriage. We were very happy after marriage; she devoted herself to the household and took meticulous care of me, and I loved her deeply.

For the first two years of our marriage, our sex life was quite ordinary, evolving from initial passion to a state of calm. Then one night… after we got into bed, we talked about the news, about a woman in the newspaper who was raped and insisted on reporting it. Her husband, fearing shame, wouldn't let her call the police. Unexpectedly, the woman was furious and secretly called the police, which caused a huge uproar. The husband, feeling utterly ashamed, sent his wife back to her parents' home, ending their marriage. As we chatted, my wife suddenly asked me, "If I were... you know... what would you do?"

An image immediately flashed in my mind: a man on top of her, his thick, dark penis thrusting wildly into her, while she desperately struggled, hitting the man with her fists... Thinking of this, I felt a strange urge.

I turned and picked her up, saying, "So... what would you do?" One hand began to caress her breasts. Her

face flushed, and she said, thinking, "I would... um... I'm not sure, maybe... I'd listen to you."

My hand had already slid down to her genitals, past the pubic hair, and I found it was already wet. I smiled mischievously and said, "I've heard that women have fantasies about being raped, have you ever?"

My wife punched me lightly, "Who said that? You men just love to think about these things."

I gently touched her clitoris and said, "Then why are you all wet down there when you mention it?"

My wife became even more shy, turning over and hugging me, saying repeatedly, "You're so bad, so bad." My penis was also incredibly hard, so I got up and pressed myself against her, thrusting in hard. My wife let out a soft moan and sighed, "Ah...so hard!"

The image of my wife being raped flashed through my mind again, and this image excited me immensely. After a few thrusts, I slowed down and asked her, "Tell the truth, have you ever thought about having sex with other men?"

My wife was clearly engrossed, and her shyness only intensified when she heard my question. "No... I... I haven't," she said.

I teased her, stopping my movements and saying, "If you don't tell the truth, I won't move anymore."

My wife was in the heat of the moment, and seeing my question, she seemed a little anxious. She said, "Then... don't be angry when I tell you."

I said, "Of course."

She stammered, "Sometimes... I've thought about it."

I quickly asked, "With whom?"

"With... with... oh, I won't say anymore."

I resumed my rapid thrusting, saying as I moved, "Tell me, it's okay, I won't be angry, tell me quickly!"

My wife was now panting heavily, having abandoned her shyness and reservations. "I've thought about... about having sex with that... that Xiao Lu from your workplace and that... Song Ming from our workplace."

So that's it! Xiao Lu and Song Ming had only been to my house a few times. Both of them were the strong type and quite handsome. It turned out that my wife had actually considered having sex with them. I never imagined my usually dignified and quiet wife would have such desires. Strangely enough, instead of feeling uncomfortable hearing her words, I became even more excited. Looking at my equally excited wife, I felt an unprecedented thrill.

I continued to ask her, "How do you want them to do you?"

My wife, completely uninhibited in her excitement, said lasciviously, "I want...I want their dicks...inserting into me, forcefully...inserting, from the front...from the back...so powerful...so...comfortable!"

I felt myself about to climax; the pleasure was unparalleled. I said, "Then let them do you. I am Xiao Lu, I am Song Ming, and they are...fucking you."

My wife was also at her peak of excitement, shouting, "Come on...Xiao Lu...come on, Song Ming...fuck me! I want you...let you fuck me!"

A surge of heat erupted within me, and my wife tensed her body, moaning ecstatically. We both climaxed simultaneously. We lay down, utterly exhausted, the unprecedented pleasure leaving us with an unprecedented fatigue. A moment later, my wife rested her head on my chest and whispered, "Honey, just now... I... I..."

I knew what she was thinking; she was afraid I might have a bad impression of her. I smiled, gently stroked her hair, and said, "It's nothing. It doesn't matter what you say or think in bed. It's not real. As long as we're both comfortable, that's all that matters."

My wife hugged me tightly and said, "Honey, you're so good."

I hugged her back and said, "I will always love you."

I could feel my wife's happiness; it came from the bottom of her heart. I also had a vague premonition that our sex life might become more colorful in the future.

(I) The Impulse on the Bus

Since that night, my wife and I's sex life has taken on a new color. We always express our fantasies during sex without any reservations. We've even agreed that we can say and think anything during sex, but we'll still act the same as usual in our daily lives to avoid any negative impact on our family. That being said, I still felt somewhat uncomfortable when I saw Xiao Lu at work, but then I thought it wasn't really a problem, and besides, it was a secret between my wife and me, something no one else would ever know. So, I felt a mischievous joy in keeping it a secret.

My wife also seemed more energetic than before, always with a charming smile on her face. People say that a harmonious sex life has beauty benefits for women, and it seems that's true. About four months later, something happened that added a touch of color to that.

It was a Sunday, and we went shopping in the downtown shopping district. We had to take a bus from our house to the shopping district, and that bus was always known for being crowded. Crowded buses are always a hotbed of stories, and what I didn't expect was that my wife would become the protagonist of one of those stories that day.

It was the height of summer, and extremely hot. That day, my wife was dressed very lightly—a tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt and a knee-length skirt—simple, bright, and sexy all at once. We boarded the bus near our house. Because it was midway along the line, it was crowded, and we were already in close contact with others as we boarded. We had to stand by the door. At the next stop, a few more people got on, and my wife and I had to squeeze in, climbing up the steps by the door. Two of the people who boarded after us were standing at the bottom of the steps. At first, I didn't think anything was wrong, but then I noticed a boy of about seventeen or eighteen standing at the bottom of the steps staring intently. I followed his gaze and discovered he was looking at my wife's thighs! Because of the crowd, my wife's skirt had ridden up, revealing almost her buttocks. Moreover, the boy was standing very low; his head was level with my wife's chest, so he could see even more clearly. My wife, with her back to the door, had no idea that a pair of lustful eyes were staring at her smooth, white thighs. I felt my penis slowly getting engorged.

At the next stop, some people got off, and some got on. I saw the boy step onto the steps by the door and casually lean against my wife from behind. I knew his intentions, but I didn't react. I even hoped something would happen. Sure enough, the boy stopped behind my wife. I was facing him sideways and could clearly see his face, but not his hands hanging down. He pretended to be nonchalant and pressed his body tightly against my wife's back. After a while, I saw my wife start to feel uneasy, her body shifting slightly. I knew the boy had begun his actions. My wife seemed to not want others to know she was being violated, only frowning, her face gradually turning red.

I casually moved my body back a little, and in that instant, I saw the boy's hands caressing my wife's buttocks. My wife's buttocks were very perky and the flesh was very elastic; the boy must have been enjoying it immensely. After a while, I noticed my wife's face was getting increasingly red, and her eyes were becoming hazy. I glanced down again, using my usual method, and saw that the boy's right hand was inside her skirt, rubbing against her inner thigh. My wife was clamping her legs tightly together, seemingly trying to stop the boy from touching her, yet also trying to hold onto his hand. Looking at her face, she seemed somewhat intoxicated.

I found it very exciting; I never imagined that I would feel excited to see my wife being touched by a boy right in front of me. I had a vague feeling that I should do something, but this excitement prevented me from doing anything; I just watched silently from the side. Slowly, my wife sensed something was wrong. It seemed that the boy's hand had slipped inside her underwear. She let out a soft gasp and looked at me. As if possessed, I put my right index finger to my lips and shushed him. My wife's mouth dropped open. She'd seen my left hand gripping the handrail, while my right wasn't down there. She'd initially thought I was touching her, but now she realized it wasn't, and I'd even gestured for her to be quiet…

My wife was quick-witted; she immediately understood what was happening. Her face flushed even more, and she froze, staring blankly out the window. The boy, completely oblivious to our brief exchange, continued enjoying himself. Seeing my wife's lack of resistance, he grew bolder. I inadvertently saw him unzip his fly and quickly pull out his penis. In an instant, I noticed it was quite thick, veins bulging, very impressive.

I wasn't worried; in this environment, he couldn't possibly penetrate my wife. He leaned forward again, and I guessed his penis was between her legs. My wife's eyes were closed, looking very pleased. I think he understood my feelings; at that moment, we seemed to be truly in sync. Her face was flushed, and she was panting softly. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand tightly from below, while the boy began to tremble, letting out a few muffled groans before collapsing. I knew he and my wife had reached their climax at the same time.

We arrived at our stop. My wife and I got off the bus, and from behind I saw white fluid flowing down between her legs. She quickly stopped and whispered to me, "Cover me up, don't let anyone see." I stood behind her and looked back into the bus. I saw the boy looking at us. The bus drove off again, carrying that innocent, surprised face away. I gave him a smile that left him utterly bewildered.

That day, when I got home, I couldn't wait to push my wife onto the bed, lift her skirt, and touch the stains she hadn't wiped off. I said, "Wife, you have someone else's semen on you."

My wife was so ashamed that she wanted to disappear. She covered her face and said, "It's all your fault. You watched your wife being humiliated by someone else, and you didn't say anything, and you even..."

I smiled and said, "Weren't you enjoying it too? As long as you're happy, it doesn't matter."

My wife lowered her hands and said shyly, "Honey, are you really not bothered? You really won't think I'm a bad woman?"

I said, "As long as you love me and I love you, what does it matter if we seek some pleasure?"

My wife hugged me excitedly, "Come on, honey, let's be happy together!"

We became one.

(II) A Secret Encounter at Home

That day, when I got home from work, my wife wasn't home yet. She would be home half an hour later than me. As soon as I entered the house, it started raining outside. The rain came quickly and heavily, and I was worried that my wife wouldn't be able to get home. So I called her workplace to ask if she needed me to pick her up. She said it was fine and she'd leave once the rain stopped. I went to the kitchen to cook, and an hour later, I finally heard a knock at the door. When I opened it, I was surprised to see my wife's colleague, Song Ming, standing behind her.

My wife smiled and said, "The rain just wouldn't stop, and I was so worried. Luckily, Song Ming drove to my workplace and gave me a ride home."

I knew Song Ming was my wife's driver, so I smiled and said to him, "Thank you so much. Come in, have a seat, and have dinner before you leave." My wife also invited Song Ming to stay for dinner, and he agreed. Actually, as soon as I saw Song Ming, I had a strange feeling. I immediately thought of the intimate words my wife and I had exchanged in bed, and I felt a little sour. But that was in bed, after all. In real life, we should act normally. He kindly gave my wife a ride home; I had no reason to think of anything else, and I couldn't be impolite.

Song Ming looked to be in his early thirties, a few years older than me. He was married, robust, with a square, angular face—very masculine, no wonder my wife had those fantasies. Song Ming was very outgoing; after agreeing to stay for dinner, we sat in the living room chatting about everything under the sun. My wife went to the kitchen and prepared a few dishes, and then we started drinking. At first, Song Ming said he wouldn't drink because he had to drive, but to express my gratitude, I enthusiastically urged him, and my wife also told him it was okay to drink a little, so he started drinking. But who knew he was the kind of person who, once he started drinking, couldn't stop himself. Without me having to persuade him, he poured himself a drink and drank it all, eventually collapsing onto the table and falling fast asleep. My wife and I were both amused and exasperated, so we had to help him to the single bed in the study and let him sleep soundly. It seemed he would be sleeping at our house for the night.

After tidying up and washing up, my wife and I also went to bed. I felt uneasy. Lying there silently, my wife nudged me and asked, "What's wrong? What are you thinking about?"

I was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "I never thought Song Ming would stay with us."

Perhaps sensing a hint of jealousy in my voice, she pinched me and said, "Are you thinking about something? We agreed you couldn't think about anything else."

I laughed and said, "No, you're overthinking it. Don't worry about him, we..." As I spoke, I took off her nightgown and began to caress her breasts. My wife didn't say anything, closing her eyes and letting me touch them. Actually, I couldn't shake the image of Song Ming from my mind. Looking at my wife's fair skin and feeling the delicate touch, I wondered what Song Ming would think if he saw such a beautiful woman. Would my wife really let me touch her? As I thought about it, my lower body became erect. After a while, my wife became wet from my touch and began to moan softly. She then grabbed my erect penis and gently rubbed it. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I said to my wife, "Give me a blowjob."

Because my wife and I rarely perform oral sex—she always says it's unclean—she only reluctantly agrees when I pester her. Even then, it's just a perfunctory act. But today, I suddenly really wanted her to give me oral sex. She hesitated for a moment, then leaned down, buried her head between my legs, licked my glans, and then took it into her mouth. I let out a long, comfortable sigh. A little while later, I turned over and gave her oral sex too. After a few licks, my wife couldn't take it anymore and said, "Come on, put it in."

I immediately responded, pulled my penis out of her mouth, and started fucking her hard. My wife was clearly enjoying it, but she was a little afraid that Song Ming in the other room would hear, so her voice was somewhat suppressed. I asked her, "Do you want someone else to do it?"

My wife hummed softly for a moment, then whispered, "Yes."

I said excitedly, "Let Song Ming do it to you, he's at our house."

My wife hugged me tightly, panting, "Honey, you're so bad, you... if you keep being so bad, I... I... I'll really let him do it to me."

I was also extremely excited and said, "Okay, let's go over there now, let him do it to you, okay?"

After saying that, I was about to get up, but my wife quickly hugged me and said, "Oh, I... I'm not serious, if people find out... how can I face them, I won't."

I thrust a few more times, and perhaps stimulated by what I had just said, my wife cried out loudly, "So good!

You're fucking me so... good!" I asked her again, "Didn't you miss Song Ming? Why are you scared now?"

My wife said, "I do miss him, but... but..."

I quickly asked, "What do you miss about him?"

My wife said bluntly, "I miss his... cock... cock... fucking me!"

I felt so excited, I decided to take further action. I slowed down and said, "Honey, he's drunk right now, sleeping like a log. Why don't we go over there and do it next to him? That would be so much fun! Let's be careful not to wake him, okay?"

My wife was excited too. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Okay, but we have to be careful."

I said, "Don't worry."

So, I stood up, and my wife got up too, giving me a mischievous smile. Like two children about to play a prank, we quietly went to the study, naked. Song Ming was still asleep in bed, snoring loudly. I think he never dreamed he'd have such good fortune. My wife quietly crouched down beside Song Ming's bed, looking at his sleeping posture. I whispered, "Take a good look. He's the one you always want to make love to."

My wife pinched my thigh, her face flushed. I squatted at the head of the bed, touching her wet vulva, and said, "Want to kiss him?"

My wife's eyes shimmered, and she hesitated. I quickly rubbed her clitoris again, saying, "It's okay, he won't know. Kiss me, you've never been kissed by another man besides me."

My wife finally made up her mind, bringing her small, red lips to Song Ming's. Slowly, slowly, my heart pounded, a thousand sensations merging into a tremendous stimulation. We watched as our lips met. Afraid of waking Song Ming, my wife's movements were gentle; first she touched him a few times, then rubbed, and then she licked him with her tongue until his lips glistened with moisture. Watching this unbelievable scene, I was utterly aroused. I couldn't wait to get behind my wife, raise my penis, and thrust it inside. My wife quickly raised her head, covering her mouth, afraid of making a sound. I began to slowly thrust in and out, leaning down to whisper to her, "Finally, you've kissed the man of your dreams, isn't it great?"

My wife hummed softly, "Honey, I feel so...exciting."

I asked again, "Do you really want to do it with him now?"

My wife said, "Yes...yes...I really want to...but..."

I said, "Why don't you see...his...penis?"

Without me saying anything more, my wife slowly moved her head towards Song Ming's crotch. Song Ming was wearing those thin-material trousers, and when he lay down, a noticeable bulge was visible between his legs. My wife stopped at that bulge. To make it easier for her to move, I also stopped, watching her carefully place her right hand on it, and she let out a long "Ah!" Then, she lowered her head and kissed it a few times.

Watching my wife make such lewd movements, I asked her, "Do you want it so badly?"

My wife said in a voice so low it was almost inaudible, "I want... this... cock... to fuck me... husband, I love his... cock so much." Then she buried her head between Song Ming's legs, kissing his penis through his pants. My blood was boiling; I even had a strong urge to see that cock inside my wife's vagina. But I knew what the consequences would be if I woke Song Ming up, what the future would hold. We could only play around while Song Ming was unconscious. At that moment, Song Ming was still snoring loudly; I knew he wouldn't wake up easily.

So I said, "Honey, let's be gentle, he won't wake up."

My wife looked back at me, her expression completely absorbed in lust. She asked, "Are you sure it's okay?"

I said, "It's fine, take it out, that's the cock you've been wanting for so long."

Without hesitation, my wife gently unzipped Song Ming's pants, reached inside, and slowly pulled his penis out from the side of his underwear. Indeed, even when limp, it was about ten centimeters long and white. My wife held it in her hand, gently pulling back the foreskin, seemingly talking to herself, "What a cute cock, Song Ming, is this your cock? I love it."

Unable to resist the stimulation, I started thrusting again, very gently, afraid of waking Song Ming. At this moment, my wife whispered to me, "Honey, I want to eat it."

I said, "Go ahead. See if his tastes the same as mine."

I turned my upper body behind my wife and watched as she touched Song Ming's glans with the tip of her tongue, then opened her mouth and took the entire glans into her mouth. As I moved, her mouth moved up and down in response. Suddenly, Song Ming's snoring stopped abruptly, replaced by a strange sound. My wife quickly pulled her mouth away, not daring to move. Song Ming mumbled a few times, rolled over, and resumed snoring, his exposed penis noticeably more erect. I knew it was a natural reaction; he must be having a wet dream. My wife looked back at me, and I gently shushed her. My wife whispered, "Maybe... let's stop playing."

I sensed a hint of fear and reluctance in her voice, so I said, "Be careful, it's okay."

My wife didn't say anything more. Since Song Ming had turned to his side, it was inconvenient for my wife to stand bent over, so she knelt down. Now, my penis was in front of her again, and I knelt down as well, beginning to thrust again. I asked her, "Wife, does Song Ming's cock smell good?"

My wife said lewdly, "It smells good...it's delicious, much better than yours..."

I said, "Then you can eat it every day."

My wife was extremely aroused by my penetration and was already very lustful. I knew that at this point she could say anything, and these lewd words would arouse my lust the most. So I teased her to make more lewd noises. Sure enough, my wife said, "I also want...to eat it every day...I also want...for him to fuck me every day..."

I said, "Then you should bring him home every day, find opportunities to suck his cock, and let him fuck you."

My wife said, "Then...then won't you be jealous?"

I said, "No, if you're happy, you can even be his concubine, let him fuck you every day, and I'll watch from the side."

My wife said, "Then...then I...will have two husbands."

I said, "Yes, call him that, call him husband."

My wife whispered, "Song Ming, my...husband, from now on...I'm...your wife, Song Ming...did you hear me? My good husband...from now on, you...you can...fuck me every day, you...I'll do anything you want..." Her excitement was reaching its peak. She leaned towards Song Ming, who was lying on his side, and cupped her right breast with her right hand, putting her nipple into Song Ming's slightly open mouth, murmuring, "Husband, suck my...milk, husband, good...good husband...ah...oh...ah~~"

I also felt my climax approaching, and I started thrusting rapidly: "Wife, you...you're so horny! You really need to be fucked..." "Quick, quick, go suck your husband's cock."

Hearing this, my wife quickly moved back, saying, "Song Ming... my good husband... let me suck... suck your... cock, make it hard, you... you're so good... fuck me... ah~~ fuck me... fuck..." Before she finished speaking, she grabbed Song Ming's cock and sucked on it desperately, then immediately threw her head back and let out a long, heart-wrenching moan. We both came at the same time.

My wife and I knelt on the ground, exhausted. My wife leaned against me, panting softly, while Song Ming was still fast asleep, his erect penis sticking out, the glans glistening from my wife's mouth. I pointed there for my wife to see, and she glanced at it shyly, then buried her head in my arms. I patted her, gesturing for her to return to our bedroom. She tiptoed back, and I gently put Song Ming's penis back into his underwear. It remained erect. After zipping up his pants, a bulge appeared in Song Ming's crotch. I patted it lightly and said to the lifeless Song Ming, "You're quite the lucky guy. Keep dreaming." Back in

the bedroom, I saw my wife lying there with her back to me, motionless. I knew she couldn't be asleep. I lay down too and gently turned her body. My wife turned around, her face still flushed, head bowed, avoiding my gaze. I asked, "What's wrong? Are you embarrassed?" She remained silent. I lifted her face and suddenly realized she was crying. I hugged her tenderly, stroking her long, beautiful hair, and said, "My dear wife, don't think too much. We were just playing a game. We didn't lose anything; on the contrary, weren't we very happy?"

My wife's voice trembled as she said, "Honey, I believe you won't look down on me because of this. But, did we go too far today?"

I said, "No, this is a secret just between the two of us. Besides, we both need the joy that this secret brings, so why not?"

My wife punched me lightly, laughed, and said, "You always have an excuse, but it felt really exciting."

I said, "If you want, there will be other opportunities in the future."

My wife smiled sweetly again, nestled in my arms, and fell asleep. In the morning, I went to the study and saw Song Ming sitting on the bed in a daze, his genitals still bulging. Seeing me come in, he quickly covered himself with his arm, stood up, and said, "I'm sorry, I drank too much. I'm sorry you had to see me like this."

I waved my hand and said, "Not at all, getting drunk at the dinner table is common. Come on, let's have breakfast."

At the dinner table, my wife simply greeted Song Ming and then lowered her head to eat. I knew my wife must be incredibly embarrassed, so I just said a few words to smooth things over. After dinner, I told her, "You go with Song Ming first, I'll clean up."

Watching my wife get into Song Ming's car, and seeing Song Ming's impeccably gentlemanly demeanor, I couldn't help but laugh. My wife glanced back at me and made a playful face. I thought: Another happy day has begun. [ Last edited by tim118 on 2011-6-5 04:26 ]
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