That year, it was our first time as a couple (8)

My wife's moans, coupled with the image of his large penis thrusting in and out of her, constantly aroused me. I was painfully hard, so I got up, pinned her down, and excitedly penetrated her. After
dozens of rounds of thrusting, I noticed her reaction wasn't particularly enthusiastic; instead, she seemed somewhat restless. Later, I even felt that she was only responding to me to avoid hurting me. I thrust harder, and my wife, holding me, cooperated, but she seemed to drift off from time to time, her physical reactions noticeably less intense than when he was with her earlier. So, I provoked her by asking if she enjoyed being penetrated by another big penis earlier, if she liked it, and if she wanted us to do it together. My wife tried to respond, saying it was good, she liked it, and she wanted it. But I couldn't see any real excitement in her eyes. Seeing her like this, I slowly lost interest, went limp, and rolled off her. She asked me what was wrong. I said, "You're unhappy, and I'm frustrated."
She said no, she was happy. I said, "You seem a little distracted. If you don't want it now, I won't force you." She pouted and said, "No, I do want it. I know you want to love me. Maybe it's because you guys have all touched me down there, it hurts a little." I joked with her, "Oh, it's fine if others touch you, but not if I touch you..." She interrupted me, laughing coquettishly, "No way, you're wronging me. I'm your husband, and you spoil me so much..." Then she said, "I'm just worried, I wonder how he is now? Will this have any negative impact on him in the future?"
Hearing her say this, I understood that her distraction stemmed from thinking about him, about what had just happened, and worrying about him. He had been hard from the beginning when the condom was on, and even after penetration, he couldn't get it. I knew he was in front of me, and the awkward situation was causing his psychological impact; as long as I completely avoided it, it would be fine.
I confidently told her that there would be no problem, that tomorrow I would definitely give him confidence, make him happy, and give him everything he wanted.
She gratefully hugged me back, then asked coquettishly, "Really? Everything I want?"
I said yes. My heart was filled with boundless love.
She nestled her head against my chest, thought for a moment, and then shyly told me that he had discussed it with her beforehand, hoping she would sleep on the bed closest to the door in our room, without wearing underwear. He said he would come in the middle of the night to wake her up by licking her, hoping to successfully penetrate her, and then the three of us would be together. After a slight pause, whether testing me or deliberately teasing me, she mischievously said, "How about if he comes in the middle of the night, and you're asleep, we won't disturb you? I can go to that room by myself?" Then her eyes darted around, watching my reaction.
"Huh? What?? Won't disturb me? Go by myself??" I exclaimed softly, my recently calmed emotions suddenly jolting, my first reaction being to get up and pounce on her.
Seeing me pounce on her, she laughed and dodged, "I was just kidding, look at you..." Seeing me still staring at her, she added softly and sweetly, "Okay, okay, I won't."
I lay back down with complicated feelings. Was she really joking? But why did I hear a hint of regret and disappointment in her "I won't"?
Tonight, a thorn remained in my heart, keeping me awake for most of the night.
Later events proved that many things are inherently suppressed within human nature. Given the right opportunity and conditions, they can be triggered. For example—stealing.
Obviously, stealing is more exciting and thrilling than being the one being taken. Their "secret sex" the next morning was a perfect example. That incident proved that she was indeed a repressed slut at heart, capable of easily driving me to ecstasy—a perfect cuckold.
That basically covers the events of the first night. After experiencing her secretly having sex with him the next morning (written in "That Year, Our First Time as a Couple, Part 1"), my entire mindset changed on the second night. Actually, all three of us were more open, and so that night, we had a successful threesome…
The next night
, dwelling on the morning's secret sex was pointless. Since it happened, I accepted it and let it go. Who hasn't lost control for a moment? Curiosity killed the cat, after all. Besides, her explanation was within reasonable bounds. Who made me realize—human nature truly has its weaknesses? Who made me enjoy her being a cuckold, watching her be wanton, unrestrained, and reveling, then feeling jealous and infatuated with her?
After letting go of that past, we both felt closer to each other. Throughout the day, whether shopping or eating out, or spending time together at home, she was gentle and submissive, while I was full of enthusiasm. Our eyes often met like those during our courtship, our feelings for each other overflowing.
I could see she was enjoying my pampering, delighted by this wonderful experience, radiating joy and happiness. And for her, I felt an even stronger, irrepressible liking and infatuation… From the current situation, it seems we've moved towards a better future. Perhaps she's making up for the stimulation she gave me from last night to this morning. Hehe, I'm enjoying this outcome.
In the afternoon, we couldn't control ourselves and made love. Recalling our crazy actions last night and this morning, we stimulated each other, exchanging lewd questions and answers. She was clearly immersed in it, passionately swallowing me, and she was incredibly passionate and horny. We made love wildly, enjoying each other's company. Finally, she cried out under me, her whole body covered in goosebumps, "Husband, I want... I want two big cocks..." Reaching orgasm, my wounded heart was soothed, and I regained my balance. So I decided that, starting with me, tonight for the three of us would be relaxed, enjoyable, and even more exciting...
We discussed what to do tonight, and we began to look forward to our meeting. When the topic of experiencing her "holy water" came up, I poured her a lot of water so that she would have clean, odorless fluid later. She asked shyly yet provocatively, "Really?" Looking at her charming and alluring appearance, my heart melted, and I replied, "Yes, we both want it. We've never tried it before. This is like a ritual, to confirm our relationship." She chuckled contentedly, then asked alluringly, "Really? I'd really like to try and see how you two get covered in my pee." She picked up the large glass of water, a hopeful smile on her face.
He arrived a little late; she had just finished showering and was drying her hair. We chatted in the living room, sipping red wine. We started by discussing his career, very relaxed. He treated me like a senior colleague, seeking my advice, and I offered some suggestions regarding his current situation.
Regarding what happened this morning, I was very understanding and said, "My sister told me about it this morning. She said you did a great job and made her very happy."
He smiled a little embarrassedly, "Last night... hey... I was asleep. I texted you this morning, and my sister came over. I thought you would come too, haha..."
I said, "I wasn't awake yet. She saw it and went to find you herself. Let's not talk about that. I'm happy as long as she's happy. I really hope you can give her that kind of happiness tonight. And she wants both of us to do it together, taking turns. It depends on you."
He said a little shyly, "I'll try my best. I was under a lot of pressure last night..." Seeing him trying to explain, I interrupted him, "It's okay, it's your first time. You go in first, I'll wait for you. Relax." Seeing him a little flustered, I raised my glass and said, "It's getting late. Let's finish this drink and go in. I'll be out in a bit."
He moved his lips as if to say something, but only said one word: "Okay." We drank the wine in our glasses and got up to go inside.
When I entered the inner room, she was already dressed and leaning against the headboard on the large bed. Her long, wavy hair was slightly damp, and she wore an alluring black gauze lingerie, her beautiful legs crossed, sexy stockings and stilettos, and light makeup. Under the dim light, she was practically a realistic courtly erotic painting—a European noblewoman, half-naked and covered by a hazy veil, seductively leaning against the soft bed in the bedroom, exuding charm and awaiting her lover.
We knelt beneath her, adoringly caressing her legs and feet. We removed her stilettos and lowered our heads to kiss her delicate, silk-clad feet. She, like a noble, mature woman, propped herself up on her arms, turned to the side, and looked down at us, her legs elegantly positioned front and back, her two exquisite feet allowing us to caress and kiss them lightly. Occasionally, she would playfully tap our noses with her toes, gently twisting them, and ask with a smile, "So delicious?...So fragrant?...Do you like it, hmm?..." Her blissful expression was like that of a mature woman teasing two humble suitors, a joyful smile occasionally appearing on her lips. At that moment, her heart must have been filled with the satisfaction of being pampered like this by two men.

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