The cheating wife - 3

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I dislike Hai Dong, but I longed to witness their sexual contact. Twice, like a thief, I spied on them.
Watching them make love, watching Haidong skillfully and deftly manipulate his wife's body, as if on our bed...
In his own home, he stood under the bed and penetrated his wife, also placing a pillow under her buttocks while penetrating her, calling out to his wife...
He would lick and suck his penis, and in the end, he would ejaculate into his wife's body during rear-entry thrusting.
Another time, I was lying under the cramped bed, watching my wife go to the bathroom with him to take a shower, and then...
His wife went back to bed first, and he slipped on my slippers and went into the bedroom. He took off his shoes and got into bed, which sank a little. Later they...
During the intense movements, I was constantly worried that the bed would collapse and fall on me.
As he got out of bed and stood beside his wife, his hairy legs were just a step away from my face.
Holding my breath, I listened to the tremendous noise above me. The man's sweet talk made me nauseous. My wife...
But in her excitement, she passionately responded, "Husband...husband...fuck me to death!"
The sounds of their lewd lovemaking were incessant, which were quite arousing at the time, but upon reflection, I...
I felt extremely uncomfortable. I honestly told my wife how I felt, and she was very upset after hearing it.
She said she knew this was hurting me, and that she was slowly losing feelings for Haidong.
We'll stop seeing each other soon.
However, my wife still couldn't forget Haidong. Later I learned that during some of the days I was away on business, she and Hai...
Dong went on several frequent dates.
Once, when I returned from a business trip, I found a pair of black stockings hanging on the balcony. I rarely wear stockings, and
And they're all from the same brand; that's my habit.
I asked my wife who had stayed there, and she didn't hide it from me, saying it was Haidong. I asked, "Didn't you say you two weren't in love?"
Has she fallen asleep? My wife said that when she's busy, she really doesn't think about him, but when I'm not around, and Haidong calls or calls her...
When she goes out shopping or eating, she can't help herself when Hai Dong says something suggestive or does something ambiguous.
This impulse ultimately leads to a complete abandonment of one's defenses.
My wife told me, "Haidong always says, 'Why suppress yourself? Didn't we have strong feelings for each other before?'"
Aren't you happy too? I think so myself; we've already had physical intimacy with this man, so there's really no need...
Trying to act all reserved in front of him would only make him laugh at you.
I couldn't really hear what my wife said after that; my mind kept replaying the images of Haidong and...
The sight of my wife making love in my house humiliated me, yet deep down, a strange feeling also welled up inside me.
The pleasure alternated with the stimulation, making me feel uncomfortable all over. Being insulted and stimulated at the same time left me speechless.
One day in May, I returned home late at night from a business trip. I opened the door and saw my wife sleeping. I went to the bathroom.
I was washing up when I habitually glanced at the wastebasket; it was another huge wad of toilet paper, piled high. I resisted the urge to...
I didn't mean to, but I still picked it up.
My heart started racing. I unwrapped the crumpled paper; the last few crumpled pieces were still inside, the dried liquid inside causing them to bleed.
As we clung together, confirming our suspicions, my heart sank, violently struck by an inexplicable bitterness.
I knew what it was, but I still couldn't resist holding it to my nose and sniffing it—that kind of all-knowing man.
The bodily discharge, however, aroused me, mingling with a painful, oppressive feeling. I stepped out of the bathroom and gently...
I opened the washing machine; there was a pillowcase inside. I know my wife's habits best; she always wipes herself with the pillowcase after sex.
I wiped my vulva and the man's penis. I picked up the pillowcase and could feel the liquid on the fabric drying.
I was imagining the hard parts of it, and yet I started to get excited.
Back in the bedroom, my wife was fast asleep. I pulled back the covers; she wasn't wearing a bra, her skin was fair and smooth, her breasts round and soft.
Like a plump jade rabbit, he lay prostrate on his wife's chest. This beautiful woman, however, had just been...
Humans have intruded and desecrated.
As I pondered this, I bent down and tried to inhale deeply at the entrance of her vagina, the familiar scent of a woman spreading...
It emitted a hot and pungent smell, like the afterglow of being intensely explored by a certain man, making one feel hot all over and blood rush to the head.
Unable to restrain myself, I quickly pulled down my pants, gently parted my wife's legs, and slowly thrust my penis inside.
At the entrance of the wife's vagina.
I used my fingers to part one side of my wife's labia and slowly inserted my penis into her slightly parted clitoris.
There was still some dried semen on her mouth. My wife stirred, but I didn't care whether she was awake or not, and continued to pretend.
As I slept, I felt her vaginal walls gently envelop my penis.
I withdrew my penis, buried my head at the entrance of her vagina, and began searching for the nipple inside her slightly parted mouth with my fingers.
My wife's small, red clitoris was gently rubbed and teased with my fingers. Her vaginal opening trembled and tightened, releasing a slippery fluid.
It gradually appeared around my fingers.
I rolled over on top of her, slowly pressing my hard penis against her vaginal opening again; the juices were already flowing.
I dabbed the nectar on the budding petals, then thrust my hips forward, my penis pressed against my wife's warm, soft flesh.
My penis penetrated deep inside her, and I thrust in the darkness, imagining the man in the same position as me an hour earlier.
Do people act in the same way? Can I properly continue to open up my wife's vagina, which he has already fully explored?
Expanding and enjoying?
My penis searched and thrust within my wife's warm body, and I kept feeling another object also...
I thrust in and out intensely; that was Haidong's body, I thought. I felt no awkwardness whatsoever in this...
Feeling a surge of desire, I became more vigorous, arching my wife's legs and lifting her full buttocks so that...
Let me go deeper.
I'm fighting alongside that virtual man's possession, a contest to see who can penetrate this woman's body.
He penetrated deeper, and his penetration lasted longer. I felt that everywhere I went, there were traces of his weapons, the remnants of past encounters.
The marks of the blows—I could feel them without having to exert any effort to pass through the cavity that the previous man had explored.
The clues that man left inside his wife's body left a deep imprint on her tender, soft vaginal cavity.
I can't imagine whether my wife, in her dozing state, was also comparing herself to others, but I can't deny that the two men who entered her one after the other...
All the men in her body could give her excitement and pleasure.
The wife's vaginal walls began to clamp down, her vaginal walls perhaps already adjusting to the second visitor several hours later.
The impact on people is similar; what differs is the man's body odor, the angle, the force, and the posture. I want to try.
To penetrate deeper within her, to surpass the depths once reached by a man who had also been there just hours before.
At the end. I don't know the result of the comparison, but my wife's juices are becoming more and more abundant, and I think this comparison shows she is...
Perhaps the most telling sign of her joy was the gushing juice. She was like a delicate peach, inviting those who wanted to savor it...
The men who tasted her offered up their own fleshy cores, brimming with sweet juice.
My wife's ample hips began to sway, and her vagina began to rub against me. In this state, I reached the peak of excitement...
The intense ejaculation sprayed onto my wife's body, which still bore the traces of that man's semen. I held my wife tightly in my arms.
So we reached the summit together.
As I embraced and kissed my wife, she recounted the events leading up to Haidong's departure around 1 a.m.
"What will he say to his wife if he comes home late?" That was what I said, but I really wanted to sting him.
His wife's heart made her clearly aware of her place in Haidong's heart.
The wife's excitement hadn't completely subsided, and in the afterglow of her happiness, she talked at length about what happened last night.
She said that Haidong initially only wanted to take her home, but he hugged her again at the doorstep, and she was both anxious and...
I was angry, afraid of being seen by the neighbors and embarrassed. Fortunately, the motion-activated lights in the hallway went out quickly at night because they were silent.
She was too scared to move, so Haidong suddenly reached his hand inside his wife's clothes, kissed her, and began to knead her breasts.
His wife suddenly felt powerless. Haidong grabbed her hand again and made her touch his groin, which was already swollen.
His hand reached into his wife's pants again, quickly slipping inside. His wife felt his fingers slide in very smoothly.
It was only then that I realized I was already wet.
"And then?" I pressed. "I don't know how I got home, I just know he was holding me."
He helped me open the door with the key, and then we were in the bedroom…” The wife suddenly stopped talking.
I wasn't satisfied and continued to "interrogate" her. Through her descriptions, I felt as if I were right there in that hot...
In the passionate scene, seeing his wife's clothes scattered on the floor, Hai Dong, without even taking off his own clothes, grabbed his hungry...
His hungry penis plunged into his wife's already wet and throbbing vagina, and her empty lower body desperately craved the man in front of her who wasn't her husband.
For her, the comfort of a man meant that in her moments of intense pleasure, she would instinctively cling tightly to Haidong's strong waist...
Finally, I thought of the crumpled tissues in the bathroom, the pillowcases in the washing machine… I couldn’t bring myself to dream.
In my imagination, my wife was beside me, her arms wrapped around my neck, already slightly drowsy. I gently put my wife down.
The hand wrapped around my neck strolled to the bathroom, releasing the pent-up excitement and resentment from the second time onto that pillow.
On the towel.
I didn't want Haidong and his wife to get too close; I sensed the dampness in the air before the storm. His wife...
She said she only experienced sexual pleasure with Haidong, not emotional connection. But the wife repeatedly couldn't resist.
Hai Dong used sexual pleasure as a means of seduction, and she mentioned him more and more. In our lives, she would...
I heard that Haidong at work isn't in a good mood today. Is something wrong at home? Or did he say something to his wife today?
The clothes fit perfectly and are very pretty, etc., etc.
And in our sex life, when I mention imagining men taking turns entering her, it's always me...
When Haidong's name was mentioned, her lower body contracted most rapidly, and her juices flowed most abundantly. I specifically asked her about it.
What exactly about Haidong made her so attached and unable to forget him? She said she didn't know, she just remembered his scent.
It smelled wonderful. The scent emanating from his body and armpits as he moved on her intensified her excitement.
Intense. And his movements were always so gentle and measured; he could satisfy her every whim inside her body.
At that moment, he used his hard, masculine member to pamper her just right...
At that moment, I began to feel that this man named Haidong was simply a demon; I had never thought that he could be so...
As someone who takes things seriously, I've really started to consider the consequences of such matters. However, every time I encounter...
When we were in Haidong, he always smiled humbly, was impeccably dressed, and treated me with utmost politeness, in ways you would never imagine.
This seemingly charming man was the one who repeatedly undressed my wife and then forced her to lie down in our...
She wantonly raped and ravaged that man in bed.
The blankets in our house always seem to have the lingering smell of his armpits that we can't wash out, and the clothes he'd hung out to dry on the balcony...
Black stockings, crumpled pieces of paper in the trash can, and many pillowcases he threw away. I began to hate this man.
I am a person, but I don't know how to vent this hatred. I can't tell others that she was the wife I used to tacitly approve of.
My lover, we used to play games together with my wife, and we even caressed each other on my bed.
He entered my wife's body.
I don't want to argue or quarrel with my wife about this. I want her to be happy, and I want her to feel comfortable between two men.
Like a pampered noblewoman, she saw no worries or sorrows; her laughter echoed throughout the house. I was at home.
She was always there for me, but she would occasionally mention Haidong's name and other things unintentionally. It was clear she was...
It was unintentional, but the happiness was real.
Now, she no longer mentions meeting new friends, and she didn't even mention the video I showed her when she tried to meet new friends.
He forwarded it to me after a few words and went to watch TV. I feel our marriage needs to change; it can't...
Hai Dong's unique sexual practices and techniques captivated her.

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