That year, it was our first time together (9)

When I noticed he was aroused, I retreated to the living room, giving him a relatively relaxed and free psychological space as promised. I hoped he would perform as well as he had this morning, so I could witness firsthand how she couldn't resist his thrusts, surrendering body and soul, ultimately experiencing a voluptuous and ecstatic outburst of desire deep within her.
I lit a cigarette, picked up a glass of red wine, opened WeChat on my phone, and searched for people nearby. I looked at their signatures one by one. This was something that calmed me down. The words written in those signatures, just a sentence or two, could accurately convey the state or mindset of the person who wrote them. I treated it as a game, a game of spying on all living beings, using it to forget about them in the inner room.
For about ten minutes, though I hadn't forgotten what happened inside, I didn't disturb them. I only glanced at them from the doorway as I passed by while pouring wine. They were on the bed, embracing, their arms and legs intertwined, whispering, kissing, and caressing each other—I couldn't hear clearly (later she told me he was asking her about squirting; he knew I'd tried but failed, and he wanted to try too, and she'd agreed, saying she looked forward to his performance). I suppressed my jealousy and went back to the sofa to continue playing on WeChat.
When I heard a significant commotion from the inner room, I quietly went to the door to check on things. I saw her legs tightly wrapped around his neck, her hands pressing his head down, moaning loudly, sometimes looking down at him, sometimes closing her eyes and tilting her head back… The pained expression on her face combined with the loud moans made it seem like she was being tortured (indeed, her clitoris was being sucked out by a fresh man's mouth like a suction cup, a venomous tongue swirling and licking it, stimulating her to the extreme, feeling incredibly pleasurable, almost like torture).
I embarrassingly got an erection. She was my wife.
I decided to go in and stimulate her at the same time. I reached down beside her, kneading and grabbing her breasts. She moaned, looking at me with a blissful expression, then closed her eyes, pressed his head down, and thrust her hips, moaning even more wildly. I couldn't resist her wantonness, so I lowered my head and kissed her, my tongue darting into her mouth. She quickly intertwined her tongue with mine…
Thinking of those scenes with two men and one woman in porn, I sat up, inserting my penis into her mouth, while continuing to fondle her breasts with one hand. He cooperated by reaching up and grabbing her other breast, kneading it. With her whole body being played with like this, her face was so stimulated it looked like she was about to cry, moaning softly with my penis in her mouth.
Then we switched places; I licked her from below, and he went on top. He caressed her like an artist caressing a work of art, one hand gently stroking her breast, bending down to kiss her earlobes, neck, and shoulders. Touched by this tender affection, she moaned comfortably, and actively took his penis, gently stroking it back and forth. I have to admit my tongue skills aren't as good as his; no matter how I licked her, she didn't have the same passion as before. So I inserted my fingers into her genitals, found her G-spot, and stimulated her with increasing pressure. Soon, she started moaning loudly, hooking her legs around my head, grabbing my hair, and twisting her body forcefully. I was just getting my satisfaction when I realized that she, aroused by my stimulation, had actively pulled his penis into her mouth and was excitedly sucking on it.
I pulled my fingers out, but my mouth remained over her genitals, slowly licking and trying to look up from below to see how she was giving him oral sex. Soon she calmed down, moved her hands off my head, one hand holding his penis, the other caressing his testicles, and took it into her mouth, slowly and deeply swallowing and releasing, occasionally glancing at him with her big, bright eyes. He looked down at her tenderly, one hand around the back of her head, the other supporting his waist. In rhythm with the movement of her head, his hips moved gently back and forth, his thick member withdrawing and re-entering her mouth, his mouth constantly open, pursing comfortably.
My heart pounded with jealousy, my penis throbbing painfully.
Why the hell did I love her so much? Love her like this? Was I being a masochist? At that moment, both in my heart and in my groin, I genuinely felt that she was my perfect slut, my seductive queen.
I thought, since things had come to this, I shouldn't hold back; I should let her try everything, let her experience it all. We got up and knelt on either side of her. She lowered her head, grabbing one penis in each hand, licking this one, sucking that one… while swallowing one, she didn't forget to stroke the other. After a few strokes, I noticed his penis was incredibly erect, throbbing… (Later she told me that it was huge, she could feel it in her hands and mouth, and at its hardest, her mouth had to open wide, feeling like it was about to burst).
When the foreplay was almost over and the atmosphere was quite relaxed, I figured he could do it, so I withdrew again as promised and peeked through the crack in the door.
Perhaps it was because of our experience that morning, perhaps my encouragement had eased his pressure, perhaps the relaxed atmosphere earlier, or perhaps he hadn't seen me because his back was turned. This time he seemed much more natural. He knelt between her legs, took a condom, tore it open, and tried to put it on. She flipped her hand up to support his penis, guiding it back and forth, tilting her head back to kiss him, keeping his erection.
He caressed her breasts, kissed her lips, neck, and shoulders. After a while, she took the condom he had torn and helped him put it on. He then slowly pressed down on her, his hand guiding his 16 or 17 centimeters thick member, rubbing and grinding it against her entrance. He slowly inserted one end, then withdrew it, then inserted it again, then withdrew it again (he really knew how to tease...). She moaned, her lower body glistening with moisture. Her hands rested on his shoulders and back, arching her back and lifting her legs with each thrust and withdrawal, excitedly whispering something to him. It was too far away to hear clearly, but I felt she was describing her satisfaction and passionate recollection of their morning's encounter. Was there something else, perhaps an overwhelming surge of emotion, a passionate outpouring?
My heart raced like a swarm of army ants crawling on it.
After teasing him like this for a while, he shifted his body slightly upward, one hand supporting himself on the bed, the other gripping the base of his penis, and began teasingly thrusting it in and out, one inch at a time. She moaned softly, her legs spread wide, her right hand holding his shaft, pressing it into her vagina with each thrust, excitedly helping him push his penis in. I stared wide-eyed! Ventricular fibrillation! —Fuck! Fuck! Is it really necessary for both of us to use our hands to penetrate like this?? The key is, the way my wife looks so eager is making me ache...
Watching that big dick going in and out of her hole, he started to slowly thrust in and out, and she moaned softly, uttering lewd sounds along with him. What were they? It must sound so good and exciting. My penis was already hard and throbbing, and I wanted to put my ear right next to their mouths.
As he sped up, her buttocks began to rise and fall, her juices flowing like they had the night before, glistening and wet, the slapping sounds mingling with her moans...
I started to gently masturbate, suppressing the urge to go in, worried that he would give up halfway through again.
After a while, he straightened up, spread her legs with his hands, and began to thrust rapidly, and she started moaning "Oh, ah, ya, ha." Not long after, he leaned down again, pressing her down, his hands under her buttocks to cushion her movement, lifting her up, thrusting wildly with all his might. I could hear the "slap slap slap" of their genitals colliding even from outside the door, and her moans clearly rose sharply. Remembering what she said about how it felt so deep and tight when she was fucked like that this morning, like it was hitting her heart, so good... I thought to myself, "You slut, you enjoyed it...you felt good...
" My heart was pounding, my mind was excited, tingling, and I felt a throbbing sensation down there. Inside, after only ten or so thrusts, she had already wrapped her arms around his back, her legs hooked tightly together behind his waist, her toes pointing upwards in excited, sexy curls, and she cried out loudly, "Ah...sister likes it so much...your big cock...uh...uh...do you like fucking sister?" ...The big bird is fucking me so good...
The two gazed at each other deeply, exchanging lewd moans and wild cries, their passionate intercourse unrestrained, as if even if the heavens and earth collapsed before them, it wouldn't stop them from enjoying the blissful pleasure together...

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