Success Story: I gave my wife to him for ten years

Just as I was feeling lost and confused, the door suddenly opened. I turned around and saw M's wife had suddenly returned. I reacted quickly and immediately went to greet her. While greeting me, she handed me the things she was carrying and went to find slippers to change into. At this time, M had already changed into a t-shirt and trousers and went to the kitchen to clean the floor. "
How's it going?" M's wife asked M. "
My sister-in-law has finished everything and is just waiting for you to come back for dinner. See if you need anything." M said, finishing cleaning the floor, and then went out.
M's wife turned back and asked me, "Where's my sister-in-law?"
I put the things on the kitchen table and quickly said, "She's a little tired today and wants to sleep for a while. I'll call her when it's time to eat."
M's wife smiled and said, "You came over for dinner, and you're so late. Please sit down for a while, I'll be done right away."
I agreed and went to the bathroom to wash up. When I came to the living room, M was making tea. He poured me a cup, handed me a cigarette, lit it for me, and we lay down on the sofa, smoking deeply without saying a word.
Before I'd even finished my cigarette, M's wife called for dinner. Stubbing out his cigarette, M said softly, "Let's stay here tonight." M looked at my face. I didn't speak, hesitated for a moment, then said, "Let's see your sister-in-law later."
The food was already laid out on the table. Two women came out of the second bedroom, chatting and laughing. I glanced at my wife; she looked incredibly energetic. A mix of love and hate welled up inside me. Looking closer, I noticed she was wearing stockings, completely at ease, as if nothing had happened. Suddenly, I felt like a stranger to my wife.
Women are so unpredictable.
M opened a bottle of expensive red wine.
I don't like seafood; it's too much trouble, and sometimes it gives me diarrhea. M, however, was very enthusiastic, peeling and preparing a lot for me. Later, the two women also prepared seafood for me, treating me like the star of the show. The two women were incredibly talkative, taking turns toasting and creating a very lively atmosphere. We two men became the center of attention. In the blink of an eye, a bottle of red wine was gone, and M opened another. M's wife drank the most with me. I knew she wasn't a big drinker, but I felt bad refusing, so I emptied my glass every time. Her cheeks were flushed, and when she looked at me, her eyes were hazy and unique, like autumn water. But my mind was entirely on my wife and M. They behaved impeccably at the table, without a single flaw. Several times I pretended to pick things up from the floor to see if they were up to anything under the table, but they were very well-behaved and showed no unusual behavior. Damn, they're such good actors!
They weren't like this just now, and they wouldn't even let me into the house. I'm really asking for trouble.
I was even a little jealous.
After finishing the two bottles of red wine and the seafood, at 10:20, my wife said she needed to rest because she had to go to work at 3:00 the next day. I readily agreed and insisted on resting early as well.
Going home was out of the question; we decided to stay here.
M's wife quickly made the bed for us. We tidied up as fast as we could and went into the bedroom. Before even turning off the light, I stripped my wife naked, and then I stripped myself as well. I was ready for a wild ride, ready to reclaim my husbandly dignity and prowess. Without any build-up, I was already rock hard. I wanted to ask my wife some more details, I wanted to make her cry, even harder than M…
After letting me strip her naked, my wife simply wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, ignoring my state, and said softly, “I'm not doing it tonight, I'm too tired. Let me sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow…” And she actually went to sleep.
My wife gave me no chance, absolutely no chance. I wanted to cry, but I was also furious…
I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my erect penis, feeling utterly hopeless… My mind was blank; I didn't know what I was thinking, or what to do next.
I became anxious and wanted a cigarette, but there weren't any in the room. I thought for a moment, put on my pajamas, and went out to find some.
M and his wife were still awake. M was smoking, and his wife was cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen. When they saw me come out, M gestured for me to sit down, offered me a cigarette, lit it, and asked, "You haven't had too much to drink
, have you?" I shook my head and said, "I'm having trouble sleeping in this new place. "
M said, "Don't bother your wife if she's tired. Let her sleep a little longer."
I looked at M, and a small, inexplicable spark of anger flickered within me. M looked at
me and said, "Why don't you light some more and I'll have a drink with you?"
I didn't
say anything. M found a few cans of beer, casually opened two, clinked them together, looked at me, and I picked one up too, tilting my head back and downing more than half of it. We smoked and drank in silence
. I felt like I was competing with M internally, but I didn't know if he felt the same way. We finished one cigarette and four cans of beer.
After cleaning up, M's wife saw us drinking again and brought us some snacks, saying kindly, "You two should drink less." Then I went back to the bedroom to tidy up, and soon came out in my pajamas to take a shower.
M opened a few more cans of beer, handed me a hard-boiled egg, and said slowly, "I know you're feeling pent up, let my wife keep you company for a bit."
I froze, staring intently at his face. "What did you say?"
M took a big gulp of beer, put it down, and said, "She's always liked men like you. Didn't you notice anything different about her tonight?" Seeing my surprised look, M patted my thigh. "What I told you the other day was true." It took me
a while to come to my senses, and I looked at M, speechless.
M suddenly smiled and said earnestly, "I slept with your wife, don't you want to sleep with her back?" "
I haven't thought about it.
" "Tell me the truth, do you want to? Do you dare?" "Don't play dumb, tell me the truth." "
I dare, what's there to be afraid of?" "But?" "Does she agree?"
M picked up his beer and clinked it against mine again. "Of course she does. If she didn't agree, why would I be talking to you? It'll definitely be fine." "
Are you sure?"
"Yes, don't worry." M looked at the bathroom door and said calmly, "You can go in and shower with her now." M turned and stared at me.
I shook my head. I felt a chill run down my spine; it all felt so unreal, like some kind of trap.
M muttered to himself, "I've created this opportunity for you. Whether you dare to take it or not is up to you. Don't blame me for letting my brother down later." With that, M stood up, quickly stripped naked, downed his beer in one gulp, and without even glancing at me, said casually, "My wife peed all over me earlier. I'll wash myself. You can drink it yourself; there's more in the fridge." He took a step, then turned back and whispered to me, "My wife is really horny. Today was the most exciting day of my life." He then turned and went straight into the bathroom.
M left a mess behind, and I stood there, stunned.

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