My wife's breakthrough was hard-won! (3)

I admit I couldn't handle the stimulation; it was a hundred times more stimulating than reading erotica or watching porn! I ejaculated, but my wife and the single man's battle continued. I wiped myself with a tissue; normally I'd immediately wash up in this situation—I'm a bit of a germaphobe—but this time was different. I was curious about my wife's next move; most men have this kind of morbid curiosity, right? The single man was on top of my wife, thrusting vigorously, and the two of them kissed for a long time. This guy said he was brushing his teeth and chewing gum, and it seems he really was, otherwise my wife would have complained long ago. You could see their tongues interacting, tasting (later, when my wife came home, she said the single man had too much saliva; I was both amused and exasperated—that's because you're so alluring). This man was amazing. Although I didn't check the time, he was thrusting for at least twenty minutes. They kept changing positions. Since the man was still the hidden rapist (as we had agreed), he didn't say anything except for low growls. "Husband, you're so good! So amazing! I'm coming, I'm coming, ahhhhh," my wife was lying diagonally on the folded blanket. The man was pressing down on my wife's thighs and thrusting hard. The blanket was soaked. I felt a pang of sadness. In all our years of marriage, my wife had never been so wet. Suddenly, my wife convulsed and kept screaming, muttering something unintelligible. A large gush of water gushed out, crystal clear. I touched it with my hand; it was sticky, more like viscous water. "I'm going to die!" This was my wife's clearest expression, and also an affirmation of the man. I understand now, she squirted, she experienced the squirting described in the book, not an orgasm. She's had orgasms before, she's described them herself. Squirting is an enhanced version of an orgasm. I never imagined that her first squirting after marriage (and possibly the last, if she doesn't want to again) would be brought to her by another man. My beloved wife, my wife.
Ignoring his pleas, I felt he still didn't have the urge to ejaculate, and instead helped her into a cowgirl position, sitting on her large penis, and began thrusting in and out. "Wife, would you like to take off the blindfold?" I asked softly, seeing the expectation in his eyes. "No, oh, don't take it off, just like this, just like this, husband, just like this, okay?" "Okay, you're the queen, I'll listen to you," he could only abide by the rules. His thrusting was skillful, resembling the "nine shallow, one deep" technique described in books. His hands roamed over his wife's breasts, licking them for a while. His wife begged for mercy, and finally, he changed positions to a downward press, pinning her down and letting out a few muffled groans. In that instant, I felt he was the luckiest man; he ejaculated, trembling for a good ten seconds.
Just as he was about to pull out, his wife suddenly hugged him tightly, locking her legs around his waist. A woman's peculiar psychology made her unwilling for this man other than her husband to ejaculate and leave. The single man leaned down and shared a deep kiss with his wife for several minutes. Finally, his wife released her legs. After he withdrew, he was limp, the condom sticky with vaginal fluid and overflowing with semen.
I whispered in the single man's ear
, "Go back first." He was stunned; he was probably thinking he hadn't had enough. I told him to get dressed, pushed him out the door, closed it, and texted him to go back to his room and wait. He replied with "OK," and sent a relieved emoji, thinking, "I thought you wanted me to go home."
My wife was lying there, her blindfold still on, her chest heaving, her face flushed and unusually beautiful. Looking at her, I became aroused again and couldn't resist leaning over and thrusting effortlessly into her vagina. Good heavens, in just a moment, it felt much looser, but warm and comfortable inside, incredibly stimulating. "Husband, husband," my wife called softly. I leaned in to kiss her, and she suddenly slapped me across the face, yelling, "You're a jerk!" Although she didn't hit me hard, it still hurt quite a bit. (To be continued)

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