Success Story: I gave my wife to him at eighteen

I woke up the next morning to find my wife had already left for work. I didn't even know when she left. She had left me breakfast in the kitchen. After eating, as I was getting ready for work, M's wife texted me: "Have you eaten?"
I thought for a moment and replied, "No, I want to eat you.
" M's wife replied instantly: "Come on, plenty."
I hung up, took a deep breath, and thought, "M has already invaded my territory. Can't I reclaim his? I'll repay last night's humiliation today. Let's see how I deal with his wife." I went to the pharmacy, bought a small blue pill, popped it into my mouth, and drove straight to M's house.
M's wife opened the door for me. I looked around the house. "Where's M?"
I asked. "He went to the store. I just got back from dropping the kids off at school."
Before she could say anything, I pulled her over and kissed her passionately. After the kiss, I pressed her head down, and M's wife immediately knelt down, unzipped my pants, and started sucking on my penis. Watching her suck, I thought about how my wife had been sucked on by M, and it was incredibly arousing.
M's wife was licked until she was swollen to the point of bursting. I lifted her up, pulled down her pants, and roughly thrust inside her, fucking her hard. M's wife groaned loudly, turning back to look at me, "Why are you so fierce today? You're amazing!" "
Do you like it?
" "Yes."
After a series of exhilarating thrusts, M's wife was a little limp. We moved to the sofa, buried her in it with her ass sticking up, and continued to thrust. She was getting wet more and more, her vagina getting hotter and hotter. I fucked her until her buttocks trembled and her breasts bounced wildly. The continuous, frenzied thrusting made her pale and cry out repeatedly. I felt incredibly satisfied. "I
'm tired, let's change positions." I lay down and she sat on top of me. She was a little unfamiliar with this position, so I taught her. She improved quickly, and after a few rounds of fucking, she lay on top of me without moving. "
Did you orgasm?"
"Yeah, twice already." "
Come on, let me keep fucking you."
M's wife said tenderly, "I'm very satisfied. Don't tire yourself out. I don't want you to be too tired."
I shook my head. "I have to fuck you well today. I love you so much. I want you to be my wife."
M's wife laughed, "Two wives will wear you out."
I touched her face. "I'm liking you more and more. Come on, let's go to bed. You serve me well."
Lying on the bed, M's wife gently leaned on me. I adopted a kingly posture, enjoying her attentive service. At that moment, I suddenly felt that M's fucking my wife was nothing. Thinking about my little thoughts and ideas about him was so ridiculous.
We practiced in bed all morning. I fucked her for over two hours. She had several orgasms, but I didn't pay attention. If it weren't for the fact that it was almost noon and she had to pick up the kids, I wouldn't have wanted to ejaculate.
When she saw me off, we made a promise that if I missed her, I could come over anytime after the kids started school.
My wife didn't come back for two whole weeks. During those ten days, I went to M's wife almost every day to have sex, either in the morning or afternoon. We studied each other's bodies very thoroughly; we were intimately familiar with every organ and feature. The more we did it, the more fun it became, and the deeper our feelings grew, reaching a point where we were inseparable.
M's wife is a very sensible woman, cultured and elegant, intelligent and caring. She skillfully handles matters involving me from my perspective, which is incredibly attractive to me. I feel very comfortable with her, and when she's not around, I can't help but think of her. I feel she would be perfect as my wife. Sometimes I have these sudden thoughts, like, why not just switch places with M? We could each have our own needs and be happy—wouldn't that be perfect? But then I'm horrified by these random thoughts. I
haven't seen M these past few days, but he must know I'm going to his house every day to sleep with his wife, because one day he sent me a text: "Don't overwork yourself, too much food is hard to digest." I sneered inwardly and ignored him.
My wife will be back soon, and I'm thinking that I won't be able to sleep with M's wife every day anymore. This makes me a little reluctant, but I can't stay like this; life has to go on.

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