Turtle's Diary 2

May 7th, 20223, Sunday. Today, my wife Fang Yi went shopping with her best friend. They were celebrating their upcoming holiday, and their celebration involved shopping.
I'm home alone with nothing to do, so I'll continue talking about what I didn't finish last time.
Before we met in person, I had a very in-depth online conversation with Mr. Fan. During our online chat, I learned that Mr. Fan's penis was about 19 centimeters long, only 2 centimeters longer than mine. However, he overlooked one thing and didn't tell me: his glans was shaped like a large mushroom, meaning his glans was very large, while mine was just an average size.
Fang Yi often laughed at me for focusing so much on size, thinking it was a childish issue.
She laughed and said it was a "penis problem," and she was right. It wasn't until she slept with Mr. Fan for the first time that she realized it really was a "penis problem."
When he penetrated her, Fang Yi later told me that she felt his glans "bang" as it slammed in, and in her words, it felt incredibly good! Then, as his large glans continued to move in and out of her body, she truly understood the importance of size.
Indeed, it was a matter of "penis," and she genuinely felt that this "penis" was much larger than her boyfriend's, and therefore "much more comfortable." Furthermore
, I must admit that Mr. Fan is a very experienced, sexually skilled, and understanding lover. That's my opinion, but Fang Yi felt this even more keenly than I did.
During these two dates, Mr. Fan and Fang Yi had sex several times, so Fang Yi had a deep impression of him. However, she didn't admit it until, after my repeated encouragement and promise not to be jealous, she told me a few days after their first time that Mr. Fan made her feel incredibly good, better than any time I'd had sex with her in the past five years, and much better.
On Sunday evening, before our second date, Fang Yi diligently prepared for the next day's encounter. She carefully washed herself under the shower, saying she wanted to look "very cute." After showering, she let me touch her body to see if it was smooth enough for Mr. Fan to like.
Then, I watched her meticulously shave the hair from her pubic area—a clear indication that her lover wanted to see her there, touch her there, kiss her there, and of course, have sex with her there; therefore, she had to be fully prepared for him.
We arrived at the hotel and checked in. Inside the room, Fang Yi was still carefully preparing herself. I poured her a glass of wine, then opened my purse and began decorating: lighting candles, making the bed, and putting fresh strawberries in the refrigerator. Then, I placed a chair at the foot of the bed and prepared a bottle of Vaseline—that was my territory.
Mr. Fan arrived. As soon as he entered, my wife rushed over and kissed him. Not an "air kiss" or a kiss on the cheek; she offered her mouth, her tongue, and her body.
Mr. Fan began to undress my wife, kissing every inch of Fang Yi's skin as he did so. I saw his groin slowly swell until it created a large bulge at the front. But he didn't seem to be in a hurry, still carefully observing Fang Yi's body. He looked at her shoulders, her breasts, her nipples, her lower abdomen, and her mons pubis. I was a little jealous of how closely he looked at my wife's body. Thinking back on our five years of dating, I felt like I had never observed my wife's body so closely.
　Then, Mr. Fan began to touch my wife's body. He first gently stroked her, starting with her hair and moving downwards, caressing her forehead, nose, lips, collarbone, breasts, navel, and mons pubis. But he didn't linger on my wife's most intimate areas. His hands continued downwards, caressing her thighs, knees, ankles, and toes. He spent a considerable amount of time caressing her feet, seemingly fascinated by my wife's scarlet toenails. I think Fang Yi was right. Her efforts in preparing her body for him hadn't been in vain; Ted was very good at appreciating and manipulating women.
Then, Mr. Fan began kissing my wife's body. He started with her feet, carefully licking each toe, then sucking on each one, before moving upwards, kissing her calves and thighs, until he reached Fang Yi's vulva.
This time, he lingered there for quite a while, carefully licking every inch of her vulva, even inserting his tongue into her vagina and anus. Fang Yi seemed to have reached orgasm. At that moment, I understood more deeply why my wife liked Mr. Fan so much; he truly could bring women incredibly comfortable and stimulating pleasure.
While playing with my wife's body, Mr. Fan turned to me and told me how envious he was of having such a wonderful wife. He said her body and vulva were absolutely exquisite, both beautiful and delicious. He said such a woman shouldn't be enjoyed only by her husband; she should be fucked by many more men. I thought he made a lot of sense.
Mr. Fan's caresses and kisses thrilled Fang Yi. She got up and helped Mr. Fan undress, kissing his body repeatedly. When she pulled down his underwear, revealing his hard genitals, Fang Yi didn't hesitate to take his thick penis into her mouth, sucking on it like a sexually frustrated prostitute. Mr. Fan trembled under her sucking, and Fang Yi—my wife—also trembled because she could give the man she loved such pleasure; they trembled together. After
kissing for a while, they embraced and went to the bed. I quickly lifted the bedspread so they could easily get into bed. On the bed, my wife and Mr. Fan embraced each other, their legs crossed, lying together. They
made love for a while, then Mr. Fan got up and knelt between Fang Yi's legs, gently massaging her breasts, her stomach, and her thighs. Then he lay on top of her and sucked on her nipples, making my wife moan continuously. Then, I saw Mr. Fan move forward, his hard, erect penis almost touching my wife's vaginal opening, seemingly about to begin the scene I most wanted to see.
Earlier, before my wife and I arrived at the hotel, I had asked Fang Yi to wear a condom when she had sex with Mr. Fan, but she refused. She said she really liked Mr. Fan's large penis, that he was clean and hygienic, and that she wanted them to have intimate contact without any barriers. Moreover, she desperately wanted to have a child with Mr. Fan because she loved him so much.
Now, he was indeed not wearing a condom; his hips continued to move forward, and Fang Yi also raised her hips to welcome him, his hard penis already pressing against her vulva. I thought that if she didn't stop him now, he would enter her. Just as I was thinking this, I heard my wife groan, and saw his hips sink down forcefully, their bodies pressed tightly together, motionless.
After a while, my wife raised her legs in the air. Mr. Fan slightly lifted his buttocks, then pressed down hard, and my wife's vagina was occupied by another man, filled with an unprotected penis. I looked from the foot of the bed and could see Mr. Fan's penis slowly withdrawing from my wife's vagina, bringing with it a large amount of vaginal fluid that flowed down her buttocks onto the bed.
Mr. Fan thrust gently but very clearly, and Fang Yi's moans were ones I had never heard in the five years we had lived together, filled with blissful satisfaction and pleasurable carnal enjoyment. On her face was an expression of surprise, excitement, and elation; she was grateful for all the pleasure he gave her.
I heard my wife say to him, "God, you've penetrated my uterus." She had never said such a thing to me, and I knew she never would, because my penis wasn't that big.
Mr. Fan's technique was excellent, and his stamina was remarkable. His pace varied, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, each one deadly, making my wife moan and gasp incessantly. Honestly, Mr. Fan was indeed a skilled and adept lover. He made my wife constantly say, "Yours is so big, you're so deep, I feel so good." She said many other things, but I didn't hear them because she was whispering in his ear.
Once, while my wife and Mr. Fan were making love in bed, I walked from the foot of the bed to the edge and looked at my wife's face. I saw how beautiful she was, how alluring, and how unrestrained she was. But all of this was for another man.
She looked up at me—her arms and legs entwined with his, his penis still deeply inside her vagina—and said, "He really does better than you, God! He's so, so, so good, so much better than you!"
When she turned her attention back to her lover, I knew she was telling the truth.
She climaxed in his arms, and I saw all her reactions as she approached orgasm, but I could only watch, while Mr. Fan felt it. He suckled her nipples, and when her orgasm came, he felt it with his mouth, stimulating it with kisses.
His body tensed, his thrusts quickened, and her moans turned into encouragement: "Shoot, shoot inside me, I want you to shoot inside me, I love that feeling!"
I sat on a chair at the foot of the bed, watching another man ejaculate inside my wife's vagina, watching him plant his seed in her uterus. He groaned loudly, his orgasm was incredibly intense, and I saw his body convulsing, pouring his semen into my wife's body again and again.
My wife had said that she really liked and looked forward to his semen, that she wanted him to shoot his semen into her body without reservation, that she wanted to give him a very comfortable sexual experience. She had done it now; she had indeed given him great pleasure, she had brought him immense joy.
When they finally finished, after their bodies separated, Fang Yi spread her legs and called me to her side, asking me to help clean her vulva, which was covered in semen and vaginal fluid. Fang Yi's vulva was like a cream-filled sandwich cookie; between her swollen labia, a trail of cloudy white semen seeped out, like the cream filling in a sandwich.
The semen swayed with her breathing, trembling and slowly flowing continuously from her vagina.
The scene before me wasn't a picture, nor was it the scene of my wife's infidelity that I had imagined; this was something that was truly happening before my eyes. My wife's vagina was flowing with Mr. Fan's semen; the smell was damp and bitter. I hesitated.
Teacher Fan and Fang Yi saw my timid hesitation. They hugged and kissed, watching with mocking expressions as they watched how I would solve this "problem." Fang Yi, somewhat gloating, shouted at me, "Hurry up, come and clean my vulva."
And so, my wife kissed her lover, while I licked her vulva of his semen. But I soon realized that I hadn't actually gotten much; the large amount of semen he had ejaculated inside her had already penetrated deep into my wife's body, a depth I had never reached before.
Finally, I used my tongue and lips to completely clean Fang Yi's vulva, and they made me sit back down on the chair at the foot of the bed.
They fell asleep in each other's arms. I went over and covered them with the sheet, then sat back down in the chair, watching them fall asleep contentedly after their intercourse. I knew in my heart that my wife did this entirely for me, and of course, she also derived unexpected pleasure from it.
Now, she was sleeping happily and comfortably in bed with another man, a seductive smile on her face. I thought perhaps she was still dreaming of making love with Teacher Fan.
Looking at her sleeping face, I could almost see Teacher Fan's millions of sperm racing inside her, all wanting to find the egg they so desperately desired, to mate with it, and then to claim the pure womb that had belonged only to me for so many years.
My feelings were very complicated. I desperately wanted my wife to remain pure, but I also desperately wanted her to be pregnant with Teacher Fan's or another man's child.
Watching my wife naked and sleeping with another man, having just witnessed their intense intercourse, my mind was naturally filled with countless thoughts, so time passed quickly. A few hours later, they woke up, and Teacher Fan asked me to buy some ice cream for my wife, so I left the room to find an ice cream shop outside the hotel.
When I returned, I saw my wife straddling Mr. Fan, her body moving up and down as his penis thrust in and out of her. I stood there, remembering how, as a child, my sister would give me a few cents and send me out to play, so she could have a rendezvous with her lover at home. Fang Yi
continued making love with her lover, her body moving up and down rhythmically. Her movements caused her labia to open and kiss Mr. Fan's penis, her abdominal muscles contracting and stretching, making her body rise and fall with force. Her pleasure made her scream repeatedly.
After they finished, Mr. Fan got up to shower, and Fang Yi called me to bed to make love with her. I thrust vigorously, feeling incredibly pleasurable. The only slightly humiliating thing was that I could barely feel her vaginal muscles surrounding me, and she could barely feel the extent of my penis's swelling—I didn't know if she was too wet or if Mr. Fan had stretched her too loosely—she asked me in surprise, "Why can't I feel you inside me?"
I replied, "I am indeed inside you." She laughed, and I ejaculated.
On the way home, Fang Yi told me that she loved me very much and was very happy to marry me. She also said that this time, sex was the most pleasurable she had ever experienced.
I asked her if it was true. She answered yes. She said I had never given her such enjoyment, never, and she was really looking forward to her next date with Teacher Fan.
When we parted with Teacher Fan, we had already arranged our date for next week. Fang Yi was very excited about our appointment with Teacher Fan, and I, as a true cuckolded husband, was of course very excited as well.

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