That year, it was our first time together (7)

Just as I withdrew and stood up, my wife's legs weren't even fully down. In a flash, without pausing, he leaped forward, spread her legs, and thrust his large penis into her—her former honeyed cave. Had he been waiting outside, taking advantage of this moment? His timing was divine; it was almost a seamless transfer. For
a moment, I was stunned, staring at her place where someone else's penis was inserted.
—Just like that… he went in? …Her place, really, just like that, was penetrated by another man's penis? And I was the one who facilitated it?
While I was still reeling from the shock, he was bending down, holding her tightly, thrusting rapidly and intensely, as if he were having sex with his own woman, while she, with her legs raised high, moaned loudly… "Mmm… Ah… Oh…"
Is this what I wanted? …I asked myself, bewildered. For a moment, I was at a loss, only one question on my mind—
what would become of her and me in the future? What would become of her and him, or of me, her, and him?
For the first time in my life, I watched another man pinning my wife down, his thick, long penis pressed against her tender opening, thrusting rapidly and wantonly… so close to me. And at that moment, she—her hands tightly wrapped around his back, her legs hooked tightly around his waist, her buttocks pressed against him, welcoming his full-force thrusts, moaning with pleasure and abandon with the rapid, powerful rhythm of his hips… Below her opening, glistening with moisture as his large penis moved back and forth, like a flowing river…
You're this comfortable being fucked by someone else? You're this wet when another penis is inside you? My throat felt like it was blocked with a hard lump, so hard I couldn't spit it out or swallow it…
My head and face began to go numb.
All of this clearly showed that my wife was experiencing unparalleled pleasure! Unparalleled joy! Completely oblivious to my presence, she reveled in his pleasure.
As the sounds of their bodies colliding mingled with her seductive moans, I silently retreated off the bed. She began to cry out: "
...Oh...I love your big cock so much......
Mmm...Oh...I love it fucking me...Ah...Uh...I want it to belong to me forever...Oh...I'm yours...
"
I collapsed.

How much did my wife enjoy this handsome man fucking her like this, to be so oblivious to my presence, involuntarily uttering such soul-stirring cries?!
A torrent of emotions surged within me, a mix of sour, spicy, bitter, and salty, yet shamefully, a powerful, uncontrollable excitement and impulse welled up within me.
I began to hold myself, moving slowly.
Was this an utterly absurd scene?
Was this an incredibly ironic moment?
Yet, it was also a feeling of tangled love and hate, an irresistible, exhilarating stimulation.
Jealousy is a powerful catalyst that has the same effect on both love and hate. The only difference is which one it catalyzes and which one ultimately prevails.
The jealousy in my heart and the excitement below merged into a bitter, stagnant lake that could drown me. These two had no time or inclination to care at this moment. His selfless ferocity and his wife's oblivious enjoyment made me feel—that my own feelings, even myself, were superfluous.
At this moment, no one cared! No one wanted to care, no one needed to care!
They were ecstatically enjoying each other, so engrossed—completely oblivious!
—***, you wait! I'm going to fuck you to death! Thinking this angrily, my hands gradually quickened their pace, because this scene was just—so damn…exciting.
I watched from the sidelines, feeling a mix of pain, jealousy, excitement, and overwhelming emotions…
However, I never expected that just when it felt like the world was ending (it was actually only about five or six minutes), he looked back several times at me, who was staring blankly at them, and finally stopped, panting on her, and awkwardly laughing, saying, “Sister, I, I…
…I went limp.”
His wife, also panting, looked at him tenderly, gently stroking his back, and softly asked, “What’s wrong?” After confirming that he had gone limp, she lowered her legs from his waist and comforted him, “It’s okay, don’t put so much pressure on yourself.” Seeing him like this, I retreated to the doorway, watching her embrace him, comfort him, and the two of them gaze deeply into each other’s eyes, whispering sweet nothings. I felt jealous, like an outsider, a spoiler, an inconsiderate intruder into their harmonious and loving moment.
After a minute or two, he turned to me, who was smoking outside the door, and said, "Brother, I'm sorry, I don't know how... this happened." Seeing his apologetic and flustered expression, I realized in an instant that he was under real pressure with me there, especially since it was in front of me and my wife...
But this was something she and I had agreed upon and decided upon, and he was actually trying to consider our feelings.
Before, on QQ, and even before he came to see me, I had clearly expressed to him that we accepted him, my wife liked him, and we hoped he could bring her happiness this time. I also told him not to worry about me while he was doing it; as long as she enjoyed it, I was happy.
I said all of this myself, and he tried his best to do so, but he lost his courage because of my presence. I approached and patted his shoulder:
"It's okay, don't be nervous. Did I bother you? I'll avoid you next time, just relax. I sincerely hope you can bring my sister happiness."
He replied gratefully and politely: "Brother, you're such a good man. My sister is so lucky to have married you. It's my fault. I'll go back now, I won't disturb you anymore." He smiled apologetically again and turned to go back to another room. A young man of quite good character.
Lying down beside her, recalling her behavior just now, I pulled my wife close and asked sourly: "Did you enjoy being penetrated by someone else's big dick?"
She sensed my jealousy, looked at me with a mischievous smile, and provoked me:
"Yes." Then she stared at me and said quietly: "It's a pity it was just for a moment..."
—Just for a moment?! Damn, what a slut, she's already showing her true colors so quickly? I glared at her and pretended to say: "What? You slut! Look at your wanton appearance, and you say it was just for a moment..." But my penis quickly hardened and pressed against her leg.
She sensed it, chuckled, and seized the opportunity, playfully asking, "And you, hmm? Did you enjoy it? Was it a pity?" (Wow! She's actually provoking me like this? Looks like she's getting into character.)
"You know the answer already? Seeing his big thing going in on you, you were so eager."
"...Chuck...eager? What's the rush? I'm still yours now, aren't I?" she laughed.
"I felt you were so cooperative, so slutty, so wanton, completely unlike your usual self."
"Oh? Are you worried I'll be taken away?" My wife stared at my face admiringly, asking with a smile.
"I just felt like you weren't just mine anymore, and when he was with you, you were so passionate, even more so than with me." My chest heaved.
She chuckled, gazing tenderly at my face as she hugged me. After a while, she said, "It's different from him because it's exciting, and he licked me so well... Didn't you want me to be like this? Actually, I was thinking about you the whole time, really looking forward to you joining us, the three of us together, but I didn't expect..."
When she mentioned him, her eyes darted away, making me realize that she wasn't just thinking about me anymore; she was also thinking about the other person in the room. This expression made me feel that she was worried we had hurt him emotionally. Of course, it could also be that she hadn't had enough with him and felt regret.
She had something on her mind, just differently from me.
It's perfectly normal for my wife to be passionate about him—he's a stranger, new, handsome, understands women, patient, and has excellent oral skills, and I agree and support it. Every aspect of her reaction is in line with basic human nature. In this situation, should she need to be reserved and resistant? How could she not be excited and crazy?
And wasn't it precisely me who guided and encouraged her to open up and experience it fully? Wasn't her behavior exactly what I wanted, what I wanted to give her? Although I was jealous of her reaction and behavior, didn't I also enjoy it, feel excited, and find it thrilling?
Thinking about these things, I turned around and pulled her into my arms, impulsively kissing her, all the way down to her genitals. She teasingly asked me what it smelled like after someone else had been with me there. Did I like it?
I said it smelled like condom glue. I didn't like it.
She said, "Then next time, how about you let him not wear a condom?" My mind went blank, and I cursed: "Damn!" My lust got the better of me, and I frantically licked her sensitive clitoris...
and she began to moan with pleasure...

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