Wife's stimulating exposure of her ex-boyfriend

That deep, heart-to-heart talk with my wife on the beach was truly important; it was a pivotal turning point for us. It essentially confirmed that even after marriage, my wife's ex-boyfriend, Bai, could continue to "come back" to our bed. I'm quite satisfied with my performance. I'm glad I understood our true needs thoroughly, and even more glad I could accept things that would otherwise be difficult to accept.
I feel I have to sincerely thank my senior colleague for this. Although her skills and experience are far inferior to my wife's, her different attitudes towards boyfriends and casual sex partners greatly influenced my views on love. And because I have this soulmate and casual sex partner—my senior colleague—that I can always have fun with, I have absolutely no reason to complain or feel unbalanced towards my wife. Take the month we abstained from sex after marriage, for example; actually, only my wife was truly abstaining. I went to see my senior colleague. It's as if I've already cheated on my wife. In comparison, although my wife was deeply "trained" by Bai and often fantasizes about him during sex, I really have no right to blame her.
Seeing my wife's seductive demeanor return, I knew her inner turmoil had been resolved, and I finally felt relieved. Then I remembered our long heart-to-heart talk; she still hadn't told me what had happened between her and Bai on this beach.
I asked her, "Now can you tell me what you and Bai did here?"
So, on a beach chair in what I thought was a hotel, my wife, blushing but completely naked, began to recount what had happened between her and Bai. Perhaps our conversation had worked, and the beach environment was so comfortable, that my wife and I suddenly felt much more relaxed. On the quiet beach, her gentle yet slightly seductive voice sounded like clear, melodious music to my ears.
I realized that although we hadn't had much of a conversation about this for over a month, the changes in our roles after marriage had put some unexplained pressure on us. I figured it was probably something like morality or ethics, but whatever it was, my wife and I didn't want to think about it anymore. It felt like we had finally returned to the state we were in before our marriage. My wife nestled in my arms, enjoying my physical stimulation while reminiscing about the times Bai had played with and trained her. I've come to terms with it. What does marriage matter? After all, from the time we met until we got married, our relationship has deepened without ever being separated from Bai. Even our acquaintance and deep understanding stemmed from the exceptional bedroom skills Bai had honed in my wife. Now, after marriage, trying to drive Bai out of our lives is easier said than done. Mentioning Bai is a necessity for my wife, and it's practically a cornerstone of our stable relationship.
This is where my dilemma lies. Mentioning Bai during sex is the cornerstone of our stable relationship, yet Bai himself is a risk to our relationship. Like the two worries I've shared with my wife, one is that if Bai comes back to her, given her behavior both in and out of bed, she definitely won't be able to resist. But just now, my wife's concern was simply that Bai wouldn't come to her anymore. I don't even know if that counts as a positive answer from her. Another worry was that my wife's story with Bai would eventually end, which I couldn't predict. If, as my wife said, "I still have more to ejaculate," then there must be many more exciting things to come. But regardless of my worries, I didn't want to think about them anymore.
And soon, I really couldn't think anymore because what my wife was saying was just too exciting. I also noticed that my wife deliberately changed how she referred to herself from "I" to "your wife." For example, "Your wife is kneeling at Bai's feet licking Bai's big penis," "Your wife can't breathe," and so on. Hearing my wife express herself this way gave me an unusual sense of excitement. I felt that in what my wife was saying, Bai seemed to be mocking me, which made me feel both humiliated and excited. My
wife said that she and Bai went to Sanya for a trip during her sophomore summer vacation, but later I learned from other sources that the time my wife told me about being with Bai was a whole year later than the actual time, so I concluded that the actual time should have been during her freshman summer vacation. My wife and Bai booked this hotel right behind us. She said it was a bit more upscale than our hotel, and not too far from ours. She'd actually been thinking of walking from the beach to see it for a while, but tonight she suddenly decided to gamble on my idea and just take me to experience the place where she and Bai had their "battles" back then, so she could relive it herself. When she said that, I was a little jealous. I strongly suspected that if we hadn't had some unpleasantness these past few days, leading her to continue recounting her history, she might have brought me here for another round. But if that had happened, what happened between her and Bai here might have been buried deep in her heart forever. If that were the case, a revisit would probably still give her an orgasm, but a secretly savored orgasm, and I wouldn't know it was still a free orgasm.
I immediately interrupted her, solemnly saying, "You absolutely can't hide it from me anymore. That's true sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams!" My wife stuck out her tongue at me shyly and said, "I won't hide it from you anymore. I know you still like it so much, why would I hide it?" That's why couples really need to be open and honest with each other. If she really doesn't mention Bai anymore, then the wife will just be secretly pleased with herself!
The wife continued, saying that Bai had prepared many swimsuits for her that time, from one-piece to bikinis. It was her first time at the beach, and also the first time she had worn such revealing clothes in public. She said she initially only wore one-pieces. On the first day, she noticed there were so many sexy women on the beach, and Bai kept praising her, saying she looked much better in a bikini than other women, and her legs were longer, so she gradually relaxed. The next day, she wore a bikini. She said Bai took many photos of her in a bikini, and she thought they were all very beautiful, so she became more and more confident. She's quite good at posing for photos, and with her good looks and figure, the photos I took were all pretty good. Adding to the fact that my wife was probably a freshman in college back then, her youthful energy and plump, elastic, and radiant skin looked absolutely stunning in a bikini. When I thought about all the bikini photos Bai had taken of my wife during her student days, I inexplicably recalled his description of her as "pink and tender." The thought that I had never had the chance to appreciate her perfect body back then filled me with both jealousy and excitement.
My wife said that the very next night, Bai had sex with her right there on this recliner (approximately).
I was already getting excited. The thought of my wife being so open-minded back in college, a supposedly shy and demure female college student being stripped naked and having sex with by Bai in such a public place, was incredibly arousing. I eagerly asked my wife if Bai had made her come out wearing only a scarf.
My wife said, "Your wife wouldn't have had the guts back then."
Apparently, Bai had found a particularly sexy black bikini that night. Actually, the main part wasn't exactly skimpy on fabric; while the part covering her chest was movable, most of it was still adequately covered. The swimsuit had almost no fabric at the back and neck area, which weren't considered key areas; it was all tied up with thin strings. The swim trunks were a bit exaggerated, with two triangles of fabric, one large and one small, in the front and back. Although they covered the private parts, my wife said she felt like they would be exposed if she walked. There was also a thin string tied into two bows on either side of the waist. It looked more like a piece of lingerie than a swimsuit.
My wife said she initially refused; she absolutely refused to wear it out, since Sanya isn't like abroad, and bikinis are rarely worn there. Moreover, according to my wife, it was only a little after 10 a.m., at most 11 a.m., much earlier than today. Later, Bai told my wife that since they had already bought a bikini, they couldn't just bring it for nothing. Bai took my wife to look in the mirror, and she found her sexy and alluring reflection quite tempting. Bai then said that since they had come all this way to play, and it was late at night and no one knew them, they should consider it an experience. Later, Bai even asked my wife to wear a scarf, but she still completely disagreed.
However, when Bai told his wife that he would be happy if she went out like that, her refusal became less firm. Hearing this, I sighed, realizing my wife had really been drugged by Bai. It seemed that if Bai said something he liked or wanted, she would definitely do it.
I knew how many people were in the hotel lobby around 10 PM. Although we weren't staying in the same hotel, judging by its class, it was definitely crowded.
I said to my wife, "For your first time, you were really brave."
My wife gave me a coquettish look, her tone teasing, and said, "Your wife shouldn't have agreed, but while he was negotiating, he had already stripped her naked, pinned her against the wall, grabbed her breasts, and entered her body, slowly thrusting in and out. Don't you know your wife... right..."
Of course I knew my wife. She'd agree to anything, even the most outrageous things, especially if she reached orgasm. She'd even agree to run naked outside, let alone a sexy bikini. I was pretty sure my wife had reached orgasm quickly when Bai pinned her against the wall. Seeing her writhing and breathing heavily as she spoke, I knew her body was starting to react to her story. Every time she mentioned Bai entering her, she seemed to fall into a state of enjoyment and lingering pleasure, which made me both love and envy her. Whether it was the stimulation from her words or her touch, my penis was throbbing hard. I imagined Bai grabbing my wife's breasts, pinning her against the wall, and even thinking about Bai's height—my wife might have been standing on tiptoe as he thrust into her. I even imagined that with Bai's strength, my wife might have been dangling off the wall, her entire weight concentrated on Bai's grasp on her breasts and his large penis inside her, being deeply penetrated by him. That scene was incredibly stimulating.
I've tried it myself; with my penis's length, even that position only allows the head to penetrate. This jealousy made me feel like I was about to explode. I desperately wanted to enter my wife's body immediately, but I knew she was about to tell me something even more stimulating, and I had to suppress my urges. But seeing my wife lost in her memories, I decided to play along. So I grabbed her breasts tightly and pressed her down on the recliner. Her body writhed. I asked, "Bai, were you suspended in mid-air? My wife's breasts are so firm, no matter how hard you push, it's fine?"
Hearing my words, she moaned softly, her lower body rubbing against me, searching for my penis, wanting me to penetrate her. She panted, "Yes, your wife was suspended in mid-air. I felt like a toy nailed to the wall. And when he penetrated, I felt most of my weight inside. When he pulled out, the weight was all on my breasts."
Her detailed description, combined with my previous experience of Bai, made the scene feel like it was unfolding right before my eyes. Indeed, when making love face-to-face against a wall, the penis should enter at an angle from bottom to top. Even if my wife tries to thrust her genitals forward like she does with me, it's only at a smaller upward angle. Besides, given Bai's penis's size and length, I doubt my wife would even need to cooperate; she probably hadn't learned to thrust her genitals forward yet. Considering the height difference between my wife and Bai, this angled angle combined with the length of Bai's penis meant my wife was very likely being suspended in mid-air. So my guess and what my wife said were probably true. That scene was incredibly stimulating. Imagining my wife's petite body being relentlessly fucked against the wall by Bai, I almost couldn't resist entering her. But I knew that if I entered her at that moment, I might ejaculate immediately, which would be a bit awkward. Looking at my wife's excited expression as she was being penetrated by Bai, I gritted my teeth and inserted my right middle and ring fingers directly into her writhing vagina, searching for his penis, and began to thrust vigorously. I then placed my left hand on my wife's left breast. I was worried that my left hand wasn't strong enough, so I put almost all of my upper body weight on my left hand. I used almost all the strength in both hands, which probably made my wife feel like she was being pressed against the wall by Bai. My wife started a wave of intense orgasms. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly, and her vagina contracted and gripped my fingers tightly.
Seeing my wife's excitement, to match her words, I disregarded what she had actually said while we were having sex and instead, based on my imagination, commanded her, "I want you to wear your sexiest swimsuit and come to the beach with me, okay?"
Although my words were very different from her original statement, my wife still shouted, "Okay, ah... Bai... you want me... ah ah... whatever... I'll do it, ah, I'll agree to anything, ah... Bai... you're going to fuck me to death..." My wife, with her eyes closed, gasped for breath, calling out Bai's name. This scene was so stimulating that I almost ejaculated without any stimulation. I quickly calmed myself down, forcing myself to think about work frustrations, exams, or anything unrelated to the scene before me, which prevented me from ejaculating.
After a while, my wife's orgasm gradually subsided, and my hand started to ache. My wife finally recovered from her climax. The area around my wife's genitals on the deck chair was soaked, as if a beautiful woman had just come ashore. I held my wife, and neither of us spoke. After her climax, my wife was too embarrassed to look at me. Her shyness was incredibly charming. Who could imagine that this shy young woman had just been moaning her ex-boyfriend's name and climaxing in front of everyone under my hands?
Because I managed to hold back from ejaculating, I was still very aroused. So I let my wife rest for a while before eagerly continuing her story.
Like my wife had said, I knew my wife well enough that if I negotiated with her while we were having sex, she would almost certainly agree. Not to mention, once Bai's big penis entered her, my wife was very likely to agree to "anything" during her climax, just like before. So I was even more excited about what was to come.
My wife said that after agreeing to Bai's request, Bai, like me, didn't ejaculate. I thought to myself, how could that be the same? Bai was truly amazing; he could hold back in that situation, only letting my wife climax while he didn't ejaculate. I just couldn't take it anymore. Just hearing how Bai got my wife to consent made me feel like I was about to ejaculate. Bai experienced an orgasm inside my wife's body and didn't ejaculate because she was inside him, but I had to use all sorts of random distractions to hold back.
Later, Bai and my wife rested for a while, and didn't leave the hotel room until around 11 pm. Before leaving, Bai carefully adjusted my wife's scarf. My wife said the scarf was thicker than today's, not folded in half but a single layer, and much longer. With Bai's help, it was tied much better than today, like wearing a short dress. Although it was much thinner than today's double-layered scarf, my wife was wearing a swimsuit underneath, which reassured her.
My wife said, "It was so dangerous today, and it's all your fault for not checking carefully." I thought to myself, how was I supposed to know you were going to go this far? I was completely stunned, but I didn't say anything. Then what happened next made my wife realize she had reassured herself too soon. The original intention of this whole thing was supposed to be to help his wife overcome her pride and shame, so why would he let her feel so at ease?
His wife said that when they got off the elevator, there were already a few people inside, but she was wearing underwear and a scarf, so she wasn't as nervous as she was today. After they got on the elevator, Bai pulled his wife to the back and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. Just as the elevator started moving, Bai, taking advantage of his wife's inattention, suddenly untied the knots on both sides of her swim trunks and pulled them down. My God, my heart jumped into my throat! Bai actually pulled down his wife's swim trunks when there were other people in the elevator! Wasn't he afraid of being seen? Aren't he afraid of being caught on camera? Or wasn't he afraid his wife would scream in fright?
My wife said she panicked immediately and almost screamed in front of so many people. When she realized she was standing naked next to several strangers, she was completely stunned and felt incredibly ashamed. When the elevator doors opened on the first floor, she didn't dare take a step. She said she didn't know what to do; her mind was completely blank. While she was in that state, Bai took advantage of her distraction and untied the ropes around her neck and back. She said she didn't even know Bai had taken off her swimsuit like that.
Only after everyone else had left the elevator did Bai grab her waist and forcefully push her out.
In just one minute, my wife, fully dressed, was back to being like she was when she first came out, only wearing a scarf. She said she stood there frozen, unable to hear Bai even when he spoke to her. Even when Bai deliberately tugged at her scarf, she only instinctively pressed it down with her arms.
My wife said that Bai, grinning mischievously, pulled her out of the elevator again. The hotel had a long, wide corridor leading to the beach, lined with various small shops. There were quite a few people there then, at least more than today. My wife wasn't nearly as agile and experienced as she is now; in fact, her legs were so weak she could only lean on Bai, walking mechanically. She said that when they crossed the lobby corridor, she felt everyone in the lobby was staring at her, and the distance seemed too great; it took her a long time to finally cross the lobby.
Listening to her description, I felt nervous for her. Today, I truly understand that feeling. Thinking about how my wife, completely under Bai's arrangement, walked through the brightly lit lobby draped in a scarf like we just did—what did she say earlier? The scarf was single-layered, right? I saw the effect of a single-layered scarf earlier; my wife's crotch area was single-layered, and under the lobby lights, you could almost count her pubic hair. Even if Bai and my wife's scarf was a little thicker than today's, it was still single-layered all over. The people in the lobby could see everything, and I didn't know how I felt. I was a little angry, but along with the anger, I also vaguely felt a thrill from exposing my wife. And for some reason, I realized that it wasn't me exposing her, but another man. I felt there was no love in that moment; my wife was simply being used by someone else, which seemed to intensify my excitement.
My wife said that because the scarf was tied well and didn't flutter in the wind, the most dangerous situation of the day didn't occur. My wife walked into the hotel courtyard in a daze. She said that Bai kept whispering something in her ear, but she couldn't hear clearly and even felt a little disoriented. I remembered that I had been only focused on following behind my wife the whole way, thinking that I was dressed today. So I suddenly understood my wife's state when she came out naked for the first time; she must have been a little terrified.
But just as we were about to cross the courtyard and reach the beach, Bai, whether out of boldness or anger at my wife's indifference, suddenly ripped off the scarf from my wife's body. My wife said she snapped out of her daze, screamed, and frantically tried to cover herself with her hands. But when she realized her hands were useless, she froze, completely terrified. It's no wonder she was stunned; honestly, I was dumbfounded too. In the hotel courtyard, practically in public, Bai had suddenly attacked my wife, leaving her completely naked. My wife was a college student then; how could she bear such humiliation? It was too…exciting! Yes, my first thought was that it was incredibly exciting.
Then my wife heard Bai say, “Aren’t you going to run? It’s so bright here!”
She immediately reacted and ran towards the beach, quickly reaching the lounge chairs where we were. She said it was her first time running naked, and she felt her heart pounding in her chest. Just imagining a girl, a college student, running naked on the beach was incredibly exciting. And considering this person was my wife, I was both furious at Bai’s outrageous behavior and simultaneously experiencing a surge of intense excitement, almost like I was about to ejaculate.
I was eager to hear the most exciting part, so I asked my wife, "And then Bai did it to you on this recliner?"
My wife was silent for a moment, then gave me a soft answer.
And her answer gave me the biggest shock of my life so far. Before I could even react, I ejaculated all over my wife.
My wife said, "And then, Bai took nude photos of me here!"

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