The wife likes the young man.

This summer, there has been a lot of rain, making it cooler than usual. But these past two days have been exceptionally sunny. The college entrance exams have just ended, and a large group of students will soon be entering the much more relaxed university life.
A few days ago, a very sincere and friendly young man saw my post on an online adult dating site where I was seeking sexual partners for my charming wife to share her pleasures. He messaged us almost daily, attaching his own photos—he seemed very youthful and energetic. Later, we got to know each other better on QQ. When he saw the many selfies I sent him of my wife—some incredibly beautiful, almost artistic; others revealing her body with a hint of sensuality; still others brimming with unrestrained sexuality; and still others depicting scenes of her engaging in sexual games with various friends—he was almost unable to contain himself. He told me he could never believe that such an open, alluring, beautiful, and sexy woman truly existed right beside him, in real life, and even in the same city, indulging in a rich, exciting, and decadent sex life every day!
At first, he was simply curious, excited, and impulsive. But as he heard more and more about my wife's extraordinary sexual experiences through conversations, and experienced the various charms she possessed—her nobility, her elegance, her allure, her shyness, her aloofness, her passion, her fiery temper, her indulgence, her wantonness… such an incredible, bizarre, and perfect combination—he began to fall completely in love with my charming wife, like a child experiencing first love.
Every day, he stared at my wife's photos on the computer, his erect penis lolling out, fantasizing about her again and again. Even with his eyes closed, he could picture her snow-white, delicate, and flawless skin; her rosy, full, and alluring lips; her plump breasts, slightly sagging from being roughly handled by too many men; her smooth, white, and incredibly sensual buttocks; her still pink and delicate vulva, penetrated and enjoyed by all sorts of men; and her thick, lush, and wildly growing black pubic hair, clearly indicative of a wanton woman; even the tense expressions on her face as she was surrounded, played with, and ravaged by men, yet strangely excited and enjoying herself… All of this swirled and entangled his thoughts and desires. He had already spent countless sleepless nights offering his gushing, hot semen and love to his lustful goddess…
At his repeated pleas, I obtained my wife's consent and decided to meet him to ease his longing. Actually, my wife, now a mature woman, was well-versed in the pleasures of sex. It was a battlefield for mature men to freely roam and tease each other. She wasn't particularly interested in a young man four years younger than her who had only had one or two girlfriends. It was more of a friendly response to my description of his passionate infatuation and longing.
I called the number he had given me and arranged a time and place to meet—a historic park in our city, a place inextricably linked to the erotic legend of Yang Guifei.
The time was the evening of June 11, 2006.
The sun was already setting, its rays no longer scorching, but a lazy, warm glow hanging on the horizon. A chill was beginning to creep in. My wife and I exchanged a knowing smile. I had her change into a dress that would make it easier for the "player" to touch her body. Before leaving, I specifically instructed her to remove her underwear, leaving her wanton and obscene genitals exposed beneath the skirt. On the drive there, I teased her with lewd words, and when her desire was clearly aroused, I slipped my hand under her skirt and played with her already moist vulva.
Young man C had arrived early, and I answered two eager phone calls on the way.
Entering the park, we met at the agreed-upon pavilion. A few minutes later, I recognized him from his photo among the few tourists. After introducing each other to my wife, who was resting on a stone bench, we were both a little shy at first sight. Since I had communicated with him more online, we chatted casually… Once the initial awkwardness subsided, we both understood our purpose and gradually got to the point.
I took out my camera and snapped a few photos of my wife, then, seeing that no one was around, I gestured for her to lift her skirt, revealing her wanton vulva. C watched with intense excitement. His long-admired goddess was right beside him, vibrant and alluring, openly displaying her most private parts in broad daylight, just a few meters away. Her face was no longer shy; instead, it radiated a naked, wanton lust. Her vulva was no longer the most precious thing a girl or wife cherished; it was no longer about chastity, purity, or sanctity. From her teenage years, it had been indifferently and willingly opened to any man she found pleasing to the eye. It was merely a vulva for men to roughly penetrate and enjoy the friction of her juicy flesh, a tool she used to conquer her husband and all men, and to obtain the most intense pleasure for herself. Her eyes revealed a defiant, seductive lewdness directed at a young boy…
She noticed a visibly bulging bulge in C's crotch. She stared intently at the size of that part, her extensive experience enough to deduce its actual size, length, and hardness from its shape. She might even fantasize about experiencing the different levels of pleasure that would come from her greedy vagina swallowing it whole, enveloping and manipulating that hot steel rod. The
two of us men sandwiched her between us as we strolled along the park's tree-lined paths. If we felt the area was secluded or quiet, we'd have her pose for photos in various alluring ways—in bushes, surrounded by flowers, leaning against artificial hills, or sitting on scenic railings. She would brazenly expose her breasts, buttocks, vulva, and all the most sexually suggestive parts of her body, allowing us to casually touch and fondle them after the photos were taken. As we walked, we liked to place our hands on her round buttocks. Without the covering of underwear, her buttocks felt exceptionally smooth and shapely. We couldn't resist sliding down to lift her skirt from behind, directly caressing her smooth, plump buttocks, even running our hands along the cleft of her large, fleshy buttocks to tease her thick pubic hair. Two men's hands would simultaneously explore and play with her labia… When she was excited, she would feel a slight discomfort, moaning softly… and push us away. If any tourist happened to be hiding out of our sight, and saw from behind a noble young woman completely without underwear on the park path, her skirt fully lifted, her snow-white buttocks completely exposed, her buttocks and vulva being casually played with by two men, laughing and joking as they walked, wouldn't he think he was seeing things or hallucinating? What would he think? Perhaps he would think that at most he had encountered a shameless prostitute selling her body, even taking two clients at once? Who would have thought that she was my most beloved wife, a woman who was wanton, seductive, and promiscuous to the core, a slut who could be easily pinned down and penetrated without spending a penny! And the more she was like that, the more I loved her!
My wife's shoes weren't quite right today, and she had to sit down to rest every now and then. Watching her take off her shoes and gently rub her long, fair ankles and heels, the movement was exceptionally endearing and exuded a strange sensuality. And I stole a glance at C beside me; he seemed more attracted to the parts of my wife's body that were occasionally exposed under her skirt when she lifted her foot. It happened to be at a corner surrounded by artificial hills and bushes. I suggested we take a steamy photo of them. C sat down and embraced his goddess from behind. My wife once again fully exposed her vulva, deliberately spreading her legs wide. The sight of her vagina wide open and pubic hair swaying wildly against the stranger's chest... I wonder how many young men's sperm I'll kill when I send this back to him online.
The sky grew darker, but we deliberately went into a less crowded grove. There, I pulled down my wife's skirt, took out her breasts, and let C freely knead and suckle them. I could see his excitement and satisfaction. He kneaded for a while, licking my wife's pink nipples, praising them endlessly. My wife also became increasingly aroused, her face flushed. I took a few photos, but because I was afraid the flash would be too conspicuous in the dark and attract attention, I put the camera away. He crowded around and began sucking on my wife's breasts, while I squatted down and started licking her vulva from behind. Soon, her juices flowed down her buttocks. I inserted my fingers and quickly thrust them in and out, first one, then two or three, making smacking sounds as I thrust vigorously, and my wife moaned loudly.
I told C to take out his penis, and we were going to have my wife hold onto a tree so he could thrust his big cock into her wet, juicy pussy from behind, so we could both have some pleasure. My wife had already completely untied and pulled down her top, exposing her entire back and her two dazzlingly white breasts in the dim light. She couldn't wait to pull the hem of her skirt up to her waist. "Hurry up and take it out, my little husband, it's so itchy inside, hurry up and put it in!!!" She was holding onto a tree with one hand and lifting her skirt with the other, her buttocks sticking out high, her vulva opening and closing excitedly. Because she was leaning forward, her two slightly sagging breasts swayed, which aroused us, and we each grabbed one and started kneading it. As soon as my friend's penis entered her wet vagina, after a dozen or so thrusts, they both moaned with pleasure. C-kun, his hands gripping his wife's plump buttocks tightly, thrust into her with all his might. With each slam of his body against her buttocks, his wife's breasts bounced back and forth. I pulled out my penis, waiting a moment before inserting it, and focused on rubbing it with the back of my hand to feel the movement of her breasts, feeling their hardening nipples swaying back and forth against my skin like swings… While watching his wife's lewd game in the wild, he masturbated incessantly, filled with pleasure and excitement.
Perhaps unable to contain their moans, they were finally noticed. They approached, and because it was quite dark in the woods, and we were so engrossed, his wife only noticed them when they were about five or six meters away… She gasped softly, hurriedly pushing away C-kun, who was still happily thrusting into her vagina, and hastily lowered her skirt, only to realize her upper body was also exposed. She quickly pulled the skirt back up. As I helped my wife straighten her clothes, I nervously glanced back at the newcomers—it turned out to be a middle-aged couple who had also been hiding deep in the woods. They were probably a pair of lovers who had only pretended to be passing by to peek after hearing our excited panting. I wondered how long they had been watching the threesome between the two women… My wife turned away shyly, her hands still searching for the clasp on her bra behind her back. Little C and I were adjusting our pants. From their flustered expressions and current movements, anyone could tell what had just happened. My wife was indeed incredibly embarrassed… She quickly pulled us away in another direction… We could faintly hear the whispers and murmurs of the two people. We
practically ran out of the park, where night had already fallen.
Only then did everyone relax, joking with each other, and get into our car.

[The End]

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