A record of my heart, my beloved wife's second lover

I started writing again today. Actually, it has been a while since this incident happened. Because I had a lot of things going on at home and outside when this story happened, and maybe my desires were in a period of fatigue, I hadn't written it down even though I had thought about it.
This is my wife's second story, and her second lover after we agreed to play the extramarital affair game. Because my wife has to take care of the children and the house, she hasn't had much contact with the outside world lately, and her opportunities to meet other men are almost non-existent, making it difficult to find someone. However, we are both very interested. I have a cuckold fetish; just thinking about it makes me involuntarily hard. As a woman, a married woman, she also wants to try other men and other relationships. I firmly believe that women, especially beautiful women, must always be in a state of being in love to maintain their youth and beauty. No man wants to live with an old, haggard wife. I love her, love our home, and cherish our love nest in my own way.
Getting to the point, this time the target was someone she chose herself, someone she knew from the past—a former colleague. This man had always coveted my wife's beauty and wanted to pursue her, but my wife thought he was a bit too lewd and avoided him. My wife said, actually, that he was quite handsome. My wife started seducing him, which was actually quite simple: she found his WeChat and sent him a greeting. Seeing that his goddess had taken the initiative to contact him, the man naturally became very enthusiastic and pursued her. Although my wife had given birth, she had recovered her figure very well, and with her outstanding looks, she was stunningly beautiful with just a little makeup. Most men couldn't resist her, let alone a man who had long admired her beauty. Things went smoothly, and soon they arranged to meet. The first time they met, he picked her up in his Audi at the A6 neighborhood. I wasn't home that day, but my wife said that she wasn't dressed very provocatively, but she was very tasteful and fashionable, making men feel that she was very elegant and a goddess. They had dinner together at the Grand Canyon in Beijing, chatting happily and essentially tacitly acknowledging their affair. My wife came home especially happy that day, saying she was very satisfied; he was thinner and more handsome than before. I asked her, "Is that all right?" Because my wife has high standards for her lover, she doesn't really like just anyone. She nodded shyly, which showed she agreed. For a while afterward, my wife chatted with him every day, and she was noticeably happier, always radiant. Seeing her like that made me happy; even putting aside lust and desire, making her this happy was enough.
My second lover was very proactive, always trying to ask my wife out. She was happy to oblige, and after a few days, she made an excuse to go shopping and went out with him in the afternoon. She only told me this after they had planned it, which I found very exciting, as if my wife was actually cheating on me, rather than reporting it to me first. It felt more intriguing that way. My wife didn't let him follow her into the supermarket, afraid of being seen by acquaintances. After she finished shopping, she went back to the car and talked to him for a while. Then the man drove her towards home, but instead of going home, he found a secluded spot and stopped the car. My wife said that the whole way he drove with one hand while holding her hand with the other, constantly stroking it. After the car stopped, as they talked, the man looked directly at my wife, then leaned in. My wife didn't flinch and met his lips; they kissed for the first time! It was a passionate French kiss, which my wife loves, while my French kissing skills are terrible; I prefer simpler kisses. The wife said the kiss lasted a long time, a minute or two. The man's technique was average, but he was very proactive. Later, he suggested they go to the back, where it was more spacious. (He later drove a large 7- seater SUV .) The wife seemed hesitant at first, but eventually followed him into the back. In the spacious back seat, they kissed passionately. The man kissed almost every inch of her skin—her cheeks, ears, neck, and stomach. When he kissed her ear, she couldn't help but moan softly. Later, the man tried to touch her thighs and breasts, but she refused; she didn't want things to move too fast and wanted to take it slow. She was wearing flesh-colored stockings that day, and he must have been incredibly aroused. His penis became erect, and he even looked down at himself. The wife saw all of this and said she found it very exciting. They lingered in the car for over 20 minutes. Since time was limited, he reluctantly drove her home.
When I got home from get off work that night, my wife told me the whole story. She said it didn't feel good, she even felt a little disgusted, maybe because things progressed too quickly, and she didn't like him bragging (maybe that was true). I said none of that mattered, the important thing was to have fun, it was okay, we could take it slow. My wife agreed, saying we should talk more. The man, having gained the favor of such a beautiful woman and gotten a little advantage, became even more proactive. I could tell he really wanted to sleep with my wife, and it seemed like he was serious. He contacted my wife every day and always found opportunities to go to the neighborhood, hoping she would meet him, but my wife never gave him the chance. Later, at one of my wife's classmate reunions, they met again, and my wife called the man to pick her up at the New World shopping mall. Before this, my wife probably noticed I wasn't very interested in this game, so she offered to help me figure it out, saying she would play along, telling me their meeting time and place, and even discussing how to make it more exciting. We agreed that I would hide near their meeting garden, and she would get out of the car and kiss him, so I could have some fun too. As I write this, I still feel very moved. To be honest, I am truly grateful to my wife. I was feeling down at that time and didn't want to tell her because I was afraid of affecting her. But after so many years together, my wife knows me better than I know myself. She can't hide anything from me. She noticed that I wasn't in a good mood. All of this was arranged by her. I love you !
One day before their third date, I told my wife in bed that although I thought I was mentally prepared, I hoped they would tell me before taking the final step. My main concern was that I might not be able to accept it, because it seems many men can't accept their wives actually sleeping with someone else. I initially thought I could accept it, but then I thought that if my wife slept with him, she wouldn't belong to me alone anymore, so I had some reservations. That's why I made this request, and my wife readily agreed. That day, she texted me saying they had arrived at the garden, so I rushed over. The garden was small and quiet, with several cars parked inside. I guessed they were all couples or having sex in their cars. I easily spotted a dark blue SUV parked facing inwards on a small road. At first, my wife was able to text me freely, but later I noticed she was having trouble; her messages took a long time and were mostly just one or two words. I knew they had started. I chose a small dirt mound, diagonally behind the car on the left, so they wouldn't see me while they were doing their business. I sat in the tree pit pretending to play on my phone, but secretly listened to their car. My feelings were complicated; my penis involuntarily became erect, and I felt a bit uneasy. I thought, since it was the third time, and my wife had gotten into the car with him, I should let her have her way. Knowing my wife wouldn't be able to reply to messages, but thinking she might see them, I sent a message: "If you feel good, it's up to you. " What I really meant was: "Honey, I agree to you having sex with him." Later, my wife said she didn't see it... I originally thought they'd finish quickly and get out of the car, but they didn't. Curious, I wanted to see what was going on, so I secretly walked to the back of the car, hoping to hear some sounds of lovemaking. Just as I got to the back, I saw the man's upper body, which had been bent over, rise through the back window. It seemed he saw me too. I had two thoughts in my mind: first, my wife and he were probably lying together, and the man was on top of her, ravaging her. Secondly, get away quickly so you don't get discovered.
Later, I went around to the earthen slope diagonally behind the car to peek, hoping to catch a glimpse of them getting out. I imagined my wife's hair disheveled and clothes in disarray from their lewd lovemaking inside the car, and how she would tidy herself up as they got out. The thought was incredibly arousing (though I knew she had definitely tidied herself up in the car before they got out). Just thinking about it made my penis throb uncontrollably. I didn't care if anyone saw me; I grabbed my penis through my pants and started masturbating until I almost ejaculated inside.
About an hour later, the back door of the car opened, and the two of them got out, one after the other. The man came out first, wearing a white shirt that was already peeking out of his pants. The woman came out a minute later; she was truly a beautiful wife. That day, she wore a long, loose-fitting peach-colored top, with hot pants completely hidden under the hem, and flesh-colored pantyhose paired with black high boots. She looked like a fairy from heaven, and at the same time, so sexy that every man would want to exhaust every last drop of his essence on her! After getting out of the car, my wife simply tidied her hair, and they strolled along the dirt path. I really wanted to see if my wife was holding his arm or holding his hand, but I didn't dare get too close, so I couldn't see clearly. Later, my wife said that they had started by holding hands. They walked slowly, and I watched their backs from afar. The man was very tall, about 186 cm , and the woman just reached his chest, slim, dressed fashionably and sexily. They looked very well-matched. And in my eyes, my wife, standing beside him, looked like a young girl experiencing her first love, sometimes kicking pebbles, sometimes skipping around with her hands behind her back, as if she had returned to her school days, clearly enjoying herself. Later, they gradually walked back to the car, and I saw them stop. The man's back was to me, and because my wife was petite, I couldn't see her body or face except for her arm around the man's waist. I knew they were kissing; my wife was definitely letting me see, trying to arouse me. That afternoon, I had mixed feelings, even a bit bittersweet. Thinking about how my beautiful wife had given her body, her private garden, her virginity that was once mine alone, to that man in the car, I felt an urge to cry. Writing this now, I'm mostly moved, and my penis keeps getting hard. I think I'm willing to let you fully experience love, passion, indulgence, and even fresh, emotionally stimulating sex, as long as you're the man you approve of!
Later, I went back to the apartment complex to get my car, intending to pick up my wife and let her tell me what had just happened. My wife told me they lay side-by-side in the back of the car chatting for a while, and she didn't feel anything; she even almost fell asleep.
But there was still a gain. My wife was a very pure woman before. Although she had a few boyfriends and a lover, she had never actually seen or touched the penis of any other man besides me. This time in the car, the man was kissing her passionately while pulling up her shirt, unhooking her bra, and fully exposing her fair breasts to him. He was enjoying the beautiful woman's pink nipples. My wife couldn't stand having her breasts touched by others, and her passionate moans made the man's blood boil. I don't know who initiated it, but my wife's hand started to caress the man's penis through his pants. Seeing this, the man naturally understood that the woman's boundaries had been lowered a bit, so he said, "It's not enough through the pants, let's touch it inside." My wife said, "I like this feeling." The man couldn't resist, so he took out his penis and put it in the woman's small hand. My wife was also very excited looking at the second man's penis for the first time . She tried to stroke it a few times, but found it was different from her husband's. This man's penis didn't have a foreskin at the glans, so she stopped, probably afraid she wouldn't know how and would hurt him. My wife said this man's penis wasn't big, not as long as mine, but about the same thickness, and not dark, so it didn't give her much stimulation. I later told her that men who have been circumcised have larger glans, and my wife agreed that it was bigger than mine. The man was very excited, pressing down on the woman and enjoying her sensual body, caressing her beautiful legs in stockings, from her calves to her thighs, all the way to her groin. He shamelessly massaged the woman's genitals through her hot pants. Because my wife was on the seventh day of her period that day and wearing a thin panty liner, she refused him, probably because he wouldn't find it very pleasant.
Although my wife later said she felt something was wrong, her face was still flushed when we were in the car that day. Haha, a woman with burgeoning passion is the most beautiful.
This was basically the last date between the man and his wife. The wife said she felt something was wrong, she had no sexual desire for him, and decided not to play with him anymore.
My wife's second lover ended just like that, but he still brought more joy and excitement to our lives, and fulfilled my wife's dream of a second penis (although we didn't actually have sex :)). Moreover, I found that through this man, my feelings this time were much more complex than with her first lover. Most importantly, I found that the love for my wife that had been deeply buried in my heart surged up again. I am very grateful to her and love her even more. I feel like our love has entered a second spring! In any case, I am content. I am truly content to have married such a wife! Considerate, caring, beautiful, sexy, charming, and even a little bit lewd, this kind of woman is my blessing.
We raise our children together, play games that other couples wouldn't even dare to dream of, and support each other. Although we haven't yet experienced the stage of caring for the elderly, I have great confidence in her ability to do so. I believe that anyone who sees a man praising his wife like this would feel lucky for him!
Finally, my dear wife, no matter who is reading this article, or no one has the patience to finish it, or it's been sealed away at the bottom of our old box, this last sentence is written just for you: I love you, forever and ever …!

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