That year, it was our first time as a couple (10).

Just as I was watching, my heart churning with excitement, my wife let out a long "Ugh..." announcing her climax. Her limbs clung to him like an octopus, pressing against him, letting herself sway like a leaf in a torrent under his continued passionate thrusts...
I was rock hard, masturbating as I approached, reverently observing and learning. But then I heard my wife whisper in his ear, trembling, "...You're so good...I love...you and your...big bird."
He listened, panting, and chuckled...heh...heh
...heh...
I just wanted to know, was this still my wife? Memories of her past were shattering in my mind.
But my heart, in a strange feeling, was reconstructing a brand new her.
This her, seductive, wanton.
Yet, she felt infinitely alluring, incomparably seductive.
Watching his ferocious member thrust freely and pleasurably into her glistening honey pot, listening to her sweet whispers to him. In my mind, I thought:
~Okay, you've beaten me, you slut.
Right now,
I want to fucking love you! —Just like the man on top of you right now!
But after a few moments, he stopped in his high-speed thrusts, collapsing onto her, panting heavily.
Did I interrupt him? He shouldn't have noticed me coming in, right?
Then I heard him panting and chuckling softly: "...Hehe...Sorry...Sister...I'm tired...
Anyone would get tired after such intense thrusting for almost 5 or 6 minutes." She didn't let go of him, her legs still hooked around his: "Then...call Big Brother in..."
Unexpectedly, I was right behind them. I went up and patted him, saying, "I'll do it." As soon
as his still-erect penis withdrew, I saw her opening, still opening and closing in excitement. I tenderly leaned in. I examined it, touched it; it was so beautiful at that moment. I gently kissed it. With this action, I told her—I love her terribly, I love this wanton and alluring woman terribly, I love the way she just enjoyed herself and let go, I absolutely—dote on her.
Her legs naturally wrapped around my back, accepting my doting behavior with ease, enjoying it, moaning softly, her hips thrusting rhythmically.
He leaned against her, gently caressing her breasts, gazing lovingly at her captivating face. She ignored me, turning her head to meet his gaze with tender affection, her hand gently guiding his erection (to maintain his hardness).
Their eyes shimmered like water.
Damn!
I stood up. I
thrust into her forcefully.
Continuing his momentum and rhythm, I thrust rapidly. Soon, she cried out loudly, releasing him, her limbs wrapped around me, her pleasure so intense it sounded like weeping: "...Oh...I love you, you stinky husband,...I love both of you...your big cocks,...ah..."
Under her seductive words, I held my breath and sprinted for three or four minutes, my strength and the urge to ejaculate reaching their limit. I collapsed onto her, panting heavily, and told her, "I can't take it anymore."
She was still in the throes of heightened arousal when I interrupted her. Without a word, she blurted out, "Then let's switch!"... My heart skipped a beat: My cuckolded wife's demand to switch partners was so natural? Looks like... I'll really be "happy" from now on...
I chuckled to myself, rolling over and sliding down beside her, panting like a fish out of water.
He, who had been slowly moving his erection beside her, also bent down beneath her, unleashing his signature licking technique. In an instant, she was thrown back to the peak of pleasure, her body undulating and writhing, screaming... Then he began a rapid thrusting sprint for four or five minutes, her eyes rolling back in her head, while he panted heavily.
I took over, turning her to her side, using one thigh to slip between her legs, clamping her clitoris as I thrust (this way, my legs would press tightly against her clitoris, which she loved, making her easily orgasmic. I had to use this killer move, or I'd be exhausted).
She gripped his penis, swallowing and thrusting vigorously. Soon, as my wife neared her climax, she released him, letting out a series of beautiful moans, while her hand simultaneously began to rapidly stroke him. He trembled with pleasure, hissing and gasping for breath, imagining his wife's wanton climax beneath him. So I stopped, letting him have his way…
And so, in this two-bedroom suite of a five-star hotel in the heart of the bustling city, a stimulating and lewd scene unfolded. A beautiful yet wanton woman, on a two-meter-long bed, was frequently entangled with two men in various positions.
This woman was my wife.
He spread her legs, looked directly at her face, and thrust into her forcefully.
I kneaded, sucked, licked, and bit her breasts; his large penis was wantonly poking, thrusting, and pounding down below, while she held my erection, moving it back and forth. Soon, she gradually returned to the path of her previous climax, her moans growing louder. As he slowed down and began thrusting harder, she cried out, "...Oh...I love you all...I love your big birds...harder...don't stop..." Her legs were spread wide, her hands gripping his arms tightly, her face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain, groaning and gasping for breath, her skin crawling with goosebumps, enjoying the pleasure as if she were about to die...
She climaxed again. Seeing her so incredibly satisfied, so wildly ecstatic, my penis throbbed with hardness. I shoved it into her mouth, and she immediately took it in deeply, sucking desperately, her tongue swirling wildly. Suddenly, his movements changed from slow to hard, thrusting faster and faster. She immediately spat out my penis, pushing him away, her face contorted, eyes closed, crying out, "Ah...ah...no more...it's too deep...stop...stop..."
He chuckled, panting, "Sister, are you done? Should we continue to give it to you?"
"...Hmm...um...not now...wait a minute...then..."
she said, pulling him down and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Her eyes were filled with enjoyment and coquettishness as she glanced at me while kissing his cheek and sucking on his earring.
Damn! Watching me kiss and suck on him like that, this teasing and stimulation—was she trying to kill me?
...
Her behavior deeply aroused me. I began to feel a sense of crisis.

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