Private Wives Club

I lit a cigarette and slowly told him.

I don't know when it started, but perhaps due to work pressure and the children's schooling, my wife and I have been silently supporting my work and diligently managing our household for years. Finally, my job stabilized, and our child started school.

One day, as a special guest, I attended a private wives' club gathering organized by a partner from another city. I was surprised to discover that life can be lived in another way. This way might violate the traditional morality and laws we've known since childhood, but it also highlights the human nature of pursuing happiness.

It satisfies a man's vanity, possessiveness, and sense of success, while also highlighting a wife's love of beauty, the recognition and care she receives from her husband, and the confidence and satisfaction that "your husband doesn't want me, there are plenty of men who can pursue me." Even a little jealousy can strengthen the marriage and family.

This is a game for responsible, confident, and courageous people. Participating in moderation, like using sex toys, can spice up the marriage, increase intimacy, and make the marriage more fulfilling. However, it's best not to try it purely for sexual stimulation, with voyeuristic or other morbid motives. At best, it can lead to broken families; at worst, it can cause psychological distortion and a life of living like a walking corpse.

That day, when I saw my wife and I return home, busy preparing my favorite dishes in the kitchen, I suddenly realized that her back view was still the same as when we were dating—her slender waist and long, straight, snow-white legs were still so beautiful.

After dinner, as usual, my wife made me a cup of tea, arranged for the children to bathe and get ready for bed. Turning around, she saw me staring at her and said with a half-smile, half-tsk, "What are you staring at? Don't you recognize me?" I didn't say anything, just gently pulled her into my arms and showed her a marital novel I had just downloaded. She curled up in my arms, first surprised, then giggling, and then quietly reading. I could clearly feel her trembling with arousal in my arms…

Finally, she didn't want to read anymore, her face flushed, and she coaxed me to go to sleep.

Perhaps stimulated by the article, my wife, unlike her usual reserved self, clung to me even after the passion subsided. I gently brushed aside a strand of long hair damp with sweat and stuck to her face, observing her closely. People say time is a cruel mistress, and perhaps that's true in other people's eyes, but my wife hadn't changed much. Only, upon closer inspection, were faint wrinkles appearing at the corners of her eyes.

I sighed softly, and my wife, noticing this, asked anxiously, "Honey, did I not do it well? Did you not enjoy it enough?"

I laughed, "No! It was very comfortable. I was just lamenting how long it had been since we'd done this." My wife carefully examined my face, looking at me with suspicion, unsure how to answer.

That night, we talked like that, from dating to marriage and having children. From marriage to sex, from morality to clubs, threesomes, partner swapping, talking, then doing it, then talking again… continuing until dawn.

Later, when I teased her about her seduction that night, she blushed and refused to admit it, thinking it was just because I had returned from a business trip and our absence made the heart grow fonder.

In the days that followed, we often discussed this topic, and with her tacit approval, we gradually began to try and put it into action today.

After listening, Xiao Zhang was silent for a long time before saying, "Brother, I understand... Actually, you only came to me because you treat me like a toy..."

I chuckled and said, "As a single man, your participation in this game between us

is firstly an affirmation of your previous chats on QQ. Your arrival, and the arrangement for your sister-in-law to chat and play with you, is not only to facilitate communication between you, but also a sign of respect for you. So this respect is mutual. You knew to buy some small gifts for your sister-in-law; although they weren't expensive, at least you won her favor and eliminated the awkwardness."

"Although you seemed a bit rash, your flattery still pleased your sister-in-law. As a single man, only by respecting yourself can you respect other men's wives. Couples looking for single men aren't looking for toys. Those single men who boast about their size and duration have already treated themselves as toys and certainly won't earn the respect of couples." "The logic is simple: is your size and duration bigger than a sex toy or longer than silicone? Some single men even shamelessly beg for a night of intimacy, thinking it's sincerity and devotion, which is even more disrespectful to themselves.

The most hateful are a few single men who fantasize that their husbands are inadequate, and they bear the responsibility of saving all wives in the world..." "Meeting a rich woman means not only embracing a beautiful woman, but also gaining both wealth and sex. Sigh! Let him find that in his fantasy novels. As for those perverted single men who only want photos and videos for voyeuristic fantasies, those with lustful desires but no guts, their psychology is pathological, let's not even mention them."

Seeing Xiao Zhang remain silent, I continued, "You, on the other hand, make us feel that you are a friend. Actually, finding a couple, from an economic perspective, costs more for food, lodging, and travel expenses than eating fast food on the street, but what you gain is the warm hospitality of a couple and mutual respect. Perhaps we won't keep in touch afterward. But this experience is something we will never forget."

Xiao Zhang nodded. We discussed the relationship between couples and single men along the way, understanding each other's feelings.

Before we knew it, we had reached the halfway point of the mountain. Although it was late summer, the wind blowing from the quiet mountainside was still a bit chilly. Xiao Zhang considerately took off his coat and draped it over his wife. Well, this guy has completely taken over all my work. However, I was happy to be an observer, watching the city's springtime beauty unfold.

Xiao Zhang hesitated before walking up to me, muttering, "Brother, I'd like to sit here with my wife.

What do you think you are...?" What the hell? Damn it! What do you take me for? I've been your driver and tour guide all day, and now you two are all lovey-dovey and you think I'm in your way? Frustrating...

I had no choice but to walk to a spot where I could see them. An inappropriate line from a Peking Opera song popped into my head: "I stand on the city wall, watching the scenery..."

Xiao Zhang and his wife sat on a small patch of flat grass. At first, his wife politely avoided his embrace, but later, I don't know how, she slowly rested her head on his shoulder. Although I couldn't see Xiao Zhang's subtle movements, the bright moonlight revealed that his wife's long skirt had been pulled up, making her slender, white legs appear even whiter in the moonlight.

I knew his wife was no longer wearing underwear; every tremor in her body was clearly caused by Xiao Zhang's restless hands. Years ago, during my courtship with my wife, that scene in the secluded park replayed before my eyes today.

I closed my eyes, and I could still see my wife's shy, alluring expression. And now, that same shyness and allure was being admired by another man. A pang of jealousy welled up inside me… The city's hustle and bustle slowly faded, and I knew the moment I'd been waiting for was approaching. I deliberately walked loudly to them. My wife hurriedly pulled up her clothes to cover half of her exposed breast, her crotch completely exposed. She hastily stood up, smoothed her hair, and quickly hid behind me, clinging to my arm in a pleading manner, her blush still lingering.

On the way down the mountain, ignoring my wife's objections, I roughly touched her genitals in front of Xiao Zhang. Good heavens! The water was flowing like a flood!

When we arrived at the parking lot, my wife actually sat in the back seat without hesitation. I was stunned!

To ease the tension, I continued to describe the local customs. At first, Xiao Zhang kept making small talk, but after a while, I felt my wife's leg suddenly bump against the back of my seat. Damn the rearview mirror; you couldn't see anything in the back at night, but I knew Xiao Zhang's hands weren't idle.

I fell silent. Aside from the occasional tremor when my wife's leg bumped against the back of my seat, I could slowly hear her suppressed breathing.

Back in the hotel room, no one seemed to know what to do. Xiao Zhang busied himself adjusting the air conditioning, my wife sat timidly on the edge of the bed, watching TV absentmindedly, and I pretended to be serious as I drank my tea.

Xiao Zhang couldn't hold back any longer. He reluctantly sat down on the sofa next to me and ingratiatingly refilled my glass with water. Hmph! Now he knows I'm here?!

I originally wanted to tease Xiao Zhang a little longer, but looking at my watch, it was almost midnight. So I went to my wife's side, picked up the remote, turned the volume down slightly, and said to her, "Let's take a shower and get ready to rest, okay?"

My wife immediately blushed again and whispered, "Let's go back. It's so late, I wonder how the baby is?" Ugh! At this hour, she's still backing down. Sister, can we stop acting cute?

My wife got up and walked towards the shower. To me, she looked like a female martyr going to her execution in a 60s or 70s movie.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud. My wife turned around and glared at me fiercely before going into the shower. A moment later, I heard the sound of running water.

Xiao Zhang looked at me excitedly. I knew what he wanted to do, but I wouldn't tell him; I wanted to suffocate him. Xiao Zhang finally couldn't resist and tentatively asked, "Brother, should we get some clothes for your wife?" "No need, she didn't bring any pajamas."

Xiao Zhang said disappointedly, "Oh!"

At that moment, I wanted to play a prank on my wife. I walked to the bathroom door, knocked, and my wife asked nervously, "Who is it? What do you want?"

I said, "It's me, I just came in to pee." I pushed the door open and came in.

My wife nervously covered her chest with a towel, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was me. "Couldn't you have waited a bit?" my wife scolded. I continued showering, and while she wasn't looking, I took out all her clothes, including her underwear and skirt.

Hehe, let's see how she gets out of there.

When Xiao Zhang saw me come out with my wife's clothes, he immediately understood everything and grinned. I made a shushing gesture. Xiao Zhang quickly took the clothes and put them away, then said shamelessly in a low voice, "Brother, your wife is showering alone, she can't scrub her back properly, how about I take the blame and be her back scrubber?"

"Can you?" I rolled my eyes at him.

"Don't look down on me, this back-rubbing skill is a family tradition. My dad's been rubbing my mom's back since she was a kid. And now it's passed down to me. I was hoping to show off my skills when I got married, but I haven't had a chance yet. Today, I'm using it on my sister-in-law; it's a burst of my helpful nature!" Xiao Zhang said earnestly, his face thick with shamelessness. For a moment, I couldn't tell if he was telling the truth.

"Go, go, go... stop talking nonsense, go do what you're supposed to do..." I waved him away. Hearing this, he happily started taking off—no, I should say immediately ripping off—his clothes, saying, "Thanks, bro..." and rushed into the bathroom without looking back.

Until my wife screamed "Ah!", I still hadn't reacted. When did I agree to let this kid rub her back? I clearly told him to go somewhere cool and stay put. Is this kid really stupid or just pretending?

I knew the event was about to begin, and a surge of adrenaline made me feel dizzy.

I grabbed my camera, hesitated for a moment, and then rushed in.

The shower water cascaded over my wife's struggling, smooth, delicate body, while Xiao Zhang clung tightly to her from behind. Seeing me enter, my wife was startled at first, then helplessly pleaded, "Get him out of here..." After the dizziness subsided, I forgot my husband's duty; the scene before me only fueled my primal male excitement. I raised my camera and snapped several pictures.

My wife desperately tried to avoid the camera while simultaneously attempting to push Xiao Zhang away with her other hand, but her hand gripped his already erect penis. My wife quickly let go of his hand, but didn't know how to push Xiao Zhang away, so she pleaded, "Not here, okay?... "

Xiao Zhang seized the opportunity and said, "Sister-in-law, don't be nervous, I'm just wiping your back. As long as you don't move, I promise I won't do anything to you!"

"You mean what you say!" Seeing that I didn't say anything, my wife placed her hopes on Xiao Zhang, slowly stopped struggling, covered her face with her hands to avoid my camera, and let Xiao Zhang's hands roam freely over her body.

Xiao Zhang first pretended to apply shower gel to my wife's back, but soon his hands reached my wife's small but firm breasts. My wife tried to stop him, but she quickly realized it was useless, so she let him do as he pleased.

Seeing that my wife no longer objected, Xiao Zhang's left hand still lingered on my wife's breasts, while his right hand moved towards my wife's lower abdomen. My wife desperately squeezed her legs together, whispering, "No..." while continuing to try to stop Xiao Zhang with her hands. Unfortunately, the lubrication of the shower gel exceeded her expectations, and her territory was quickly breached.

A series of thrilling pleasures surged through her clitoris, causing her to gasp softly in moments. Her tightly pressed thighs slowly loosened, and she leaned back against Xiao Zhang. Xiao Zhang kissed his wife's cheek while quickening his movements.

His wife had lost all her initial reserve, using her remaining rationality to suppress her moans. She rested her head on Xiao Zhang's shoulder, her long neck and thrusting breasts forming a beautiful arc. Her flat stomach contracted and rose with Xiao Zhang's movements. And her hand, without her noticing, had already grasped Xiao Zhang's penis, unconsciously stroking it…

Finally, her abdomen arched upwards, her long, white legs straightened, and with an uncontrollable soft moan, she trembled for a moment before collapsing limply against Xiao Zhang. I knew my wife had reached orgasm.

After a while, she arched her back, weakly supporting herself against the wall, letting out a soft gasp. Xiao Zhang lovingly embraced his wife from behind, his erect penis rubbing against her buttocks... This cool shower... besides the lustful couple, it also aroused my blood. I quietly closed the bathroom door, half-lying on the bed, lighting a cigarette, trying to calm myself. But what kept appearing in my mind were those taut, trembling long legs... My wife, wrapped in

a large bath towel, soon came out. Although she had searched for clothes for a while without success, a blush, whether from the hot water or the afterglow of passion, still lingered on her face beneath her wet hair.

She stood half-shyly, half-angry, searching for her clothes by the bed. The large bath towel couldn't cover her at all; her already pert buttocks swayed incessantly before my eyes. I threw away my cigarette, pulled her into my arms, and groped between her legs. Her clean genitals exuded the lingering scent of shower gel, and the slit below her slightly protruding clitoris was moist and slippery.

My wife hooked her arms around my neck, her eyes half-closed, searching for my lips. I kissed—no!—fiercely,

biting and nibbling at her rosy lips. She let out a soft "Mmm..." in pain, then her tongue, which had initially been avoiding mine, hesitantly slipped into my mouth. She furrowed her brow slightly, enduring my rough bites and the vigorous rubbing of her lower body.

As I calmed down and began to kiss her gently, she whispered in my ear, "Husband…don't feel sorry for me…however you want to release…I'm willing…as long as you like it…" A surge of emotion welled up inside me. I gently stroked her face, and she nestled her head against my chest, her arms wrapped tightly around my waist…

Xiao Zhang had entered sometime earlier, standing beside me in only his underwear. My wife, embarrassed, quickly stood up, straightening her towel, and reached for her clothes to change in the bathroom, but Xiao Zhang snatched them away, grinning mischievously, refusing to give them to her. My wife, feeling helpless, wrapped herself in a towel and went to the bathroom to dry her wet hair.

Xiao Zhang scratched his head sheepishly and asked softly, "Brother, later, would you like to...?" I hesitated for a moment and said, "You can have your fun tonight. I'll just be an observer. I'll take photos, nothing else!" Xiao Zhang was a little surprised, looking at me incredulously, "Then... can I go without a condom?" "Absolutely not!" I answered firmly. "For your safety, and for my wife's safety.

Condoms are a must!"

Looking at Xiao Zhang's disappointed eyes, I understood his feelings perfectly. But there was a deeper thought I didn't tell him. I always had this feeling that as long as his semen hadn't entered my wife's body, it was as if she hadn't truly been possessed by him.

My wife lingered inside for a long time, finally emerging from the bathroom under our urging. She sat shyly beside me, her hands gripping my arm tightly, impossible to push away. Xiao Zhang sat awkwardly on the other bed, unsure what to do.

I got up and gently pushed my wife towards Xiao Zhang. He tried several times to pull her wrists away, but to no avail. I forcefully pried her hands off, turned, and went back to my own bed, adjusting the camera.

In the lens, my wife, under Xiao Zhang's caresses, had her eyes tightly closed. Her slender fingers slowly loosened the towel she had been clutching to her chest. As Xiao Zhang gently removed the towel, her firm, rosy nipples hung on her snow-white breasts. Her fair body trembled slightly under Xiao Zhang's caresses, whether from tension or arousal.

Xiao Zhang gently lifted one of his wife's legs, which was hanging over the edge of the bed, and removed her high heels. Beneath the not-so-dense patch of dark hair exposed before my eyes, Xiao Zhang's fingers caressed the slit, and a small, tender pink bud playfully peeked out every now and then. Her fair and rosy toes were painted with transparent pink nail polish, like five small flowers, sometimes blooming upright, sometimes curling up like blushing smiles.

Xiao Zhang couldn't resist grabbing that smile, bending down to sniff it, then taking one of the flowers into his mouth, as if to swallow it whole.

His wife, embarrassed, tried to avoid him, whispering, "No...it's dirty...it's so itchy..." She accidentally fell onto the bed...

His wife lay on the bed like a naked lamb awaiting slaughter, her long, black hair scattered on the snow-white pillow. One arm covered her eyes, and the other hand, which seemed to be trying to push Xiao Zhang away, was firmly pressed down on the pillow by him.

Two pinkish-red grapes, one greedily sucked in Xiao Zhang's mouth, the other clutched in his hand. Two slender, white thighs struggled weakly beneath Xiao Zhang's thick thighs.

Once his wife gave up, Xiao Zhang climbed on top of her, continuing to caress her breasts while his hands moved towards her lower body, his mouth attempting to kiss her. He occasionally pressed his genitals, still clad in underwear, against her, but never forgetting to hold her legs down, preventing her from resisting… Finally, Xiao Zhang got up, pulled off his underwear, rolled off the bed, and rummaged through his bag for condoms. His

wife slowly opened her eyes, staring at me, a blush spreading across her cheeks. Her delicate, rosy lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

I felt uneasy and excited, like a child who had done something wrong, avoiding her gaze. When Xiao Zhang forcefully parted her tightly closed legs with one of his thighs and entered her body, she let out a soft moan. A mist began to rise from her eyes, slowly closing her eyelids, leaving only her long eyelashes trembling slightly. A single, crystal-clear tear slid down onto her long hair on the pillow…

Xiao Zhang worked diligently, clearly captivated by his wife's body. Whether to demonstrate his prowess or stamina, even after ejaculating, he didn't withdraw, crawling, sitting, lying down… repeatedly tormenting his wife for nearly an hour.

Of course, from the several tense and relaxed, slightly trembling toes and the suppressed moans, I could tell she had reached climax several times. But Xiao Zhang's almost theatrical performance made me both angry and amused.

Finally, exhausted but satisfied, he climbed off his wife, grabbed a few gulps of water from the bedside table, and sat down beside her, still savoring her naked body.

My wife covered her eyes with her arm, embarrassed. Her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing. Her body was limp and powerless on the bed, allowing us to comment and caress her without restraint.

Xiao Zhang parted my wife's legs. She struggled slightly, but then let us do as we pleased. Under the not-so-dense pubic hair, the once tight slit was slightly open, and two pink labia involuntarily closed and opened, exposed to the orange light of the bedside lamp, appearing even more moist and mysterious.

Xiao Zhang couldn't resist trying to suck on her, but my wife pushed him away forcefully, grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it around herself, and ran to the bathroom without even putting on her shoes properly.

While my wife was in the bathroom, I told Xiao Zhang to sit on the bed opposite mine, handed him a glass of water, and gestured for him to rest for a while.

"She's already showered, it'll be a while," I said sourly after he sat down. "How was it? Is my wife satisfied?"

Xiao Zhang smiled contentedly. "It was great! Bro, your wife is so comfortable! Bro, don't be jealous of me, I'm jealous of you! You can do it whenever you want, I can only have her this once, and who knows if I'll have her again." Xiao Zhang glanced at me tentatively, and seeing that I had no expression, he sighed and continued, "When I find a wife in the future, I must find one like your wife..." He glanced greedily towards the bathroom as

he savored the memory. I beckoned him closer and asked, "What method did you use to make my wife so obedient?"

Xiao Zhang was initially nervous as he slowly leaned closer, but when I asked, his grin widened, startling me.

"Hehe, bro, want to know? Hmm..." He pretended to think, and I raised my fist, pretending to punch him—not pretending, but really wanting to. He quickly smiled and said, "Brother, promise me two things, and I'll tell you. Otherwise, I'll lie to you, and you won't know, right?"

This shameless guy, he's my wife, and he still wants to negotiate with me?

"Damn it, are you going to tell me or not? If you piss me off, I'll loosen your anal sphincter and make you regenerate from there, you believe me?!"

Seeing that I was really getting a little anxious, Xiao Zhang was stunned for a moment, then he chuckled and said, "Brother, no!

I believe you! When you beckoned me over, I really thought you wanted to beat me up. Hehe, hey... Brother... I'll talk... I'll talk, okay."

Xiao Zhang grabbed the glass of water on the bedside table, gulped down a mouthful, and pleaded with a grin, "Brother, it's so late, don't go back, your wife is tired too..." I smiled helplessly.

When Xiao Zhang saw that I was being nice to him, he became beaming again. He leaned close to my ear and whispered:

"Actually, it's nothing much, just what you taught me during our walk. I knew you were excited when you came back from buying cigarettes."

Xiao Zhang glanced at my expression and continued, "When we were looking at the night view, we knew you were watching us from not far behind. At first, my wife wouldn't let me touch her at all." "I said, 'Sister-in-law, you don't understand your husband.' She didn't believe me. She said we've been married for so many years, how could she not understand him? I said you don't understand men, and you said you came to make your husband happy, and I absolutely believed you. But since you came, your husband is just here to satisfy his voyeuristic desires." "No, what he really wants is jealousy, confidence in your body, and the pleasure he gets from you that he can't share with others." "Like a treasure he's kept for years, only to be admired by himself, how boring is that? So he puts you out there to show off. He wants other men to envy him, to know he has a woman who makes him feel so comfortable and happy, who satisfies him." My sister-in-law stared at me in surprise; she couldn't believe a man would think that way. I continued to explain: "The more you satisfy me, the deeper his jealousy becomes. My sister-in-law doesn't believe me at all; she thinks I'm just saying this to get my own satisfaction."

I then tried to persuade her: "Actually, I don't need to lie to you. Yes! The more you make me feel comfortable, the greater the risk for me. If my brother's jealousy overrides his reason, I'll be dead in his hands." My sister-in-law said, "He won't!" I said, "I know he won't, because I can see that my brother loves you very much. He's confident that no one can take his treasure away from him, which is you!" Xiao Zhang flattered her.

I was surprised by this young man in his early twenties. I really underestimated him. I even suspect he didn't graduate from the engineering school; this guy must have studied psychology.

Xiao Zhang continued smugly, "After all that I said, my sister-in-law was still half-believing. So I said, 'Okay, I'll only touch you now. Like when I took off your underwear in the room, but don't resist, show the reaction a woman should have. Even if you're faking it!' I promise, if my brother doesn't touch you and see if you're wet when he comes down the mountain, I promise I won't sleep with you tonight! Although my sister-in-law didn't say anything, I felt she believed me to some extent." Xiao Zhang laughed smugly.

"Damn! You're something else. During the crackdown, how come you weren't arrested as a hooligan and forced to drink water during that time?!" I cursed him angrily.

"Hehe! During the crackdown, I was still young, peeping at my female classmates peeing in kindergarten! It didn't qualify as hooliganism! If I hadn't said that, you wouldn't have wanted to break your promise just now, right? Hehe..." Xiao Zhang's smug look was really infuriating!

"Go to hell! You just wanted to enjoy herself comfortably! Don't think I didn't see through you. You came in less than five minutes, then stayed inside, rested for a bit, and then went on again! Did you have to put a motor in that paper boat—like a power toy? You think you have great stamina?" I teased him.

Little Zhang chuckled sheepishly, "Brother! You can't praise someone like that! Anyway, I did work hard today, I didn't do anything special, but I deserve some credit for my effort, right?"

I nodded, and Little Zhang, with a shameless grin, continued to plead, "Brother, let me have my fill tonight, okay? Huh?

..."

[The End]

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