My slutty wife was raped without a condom after marriage, Part 2: The Process of Sex

The man arrived in our city on a weekend, and I had an awkward day working from noon to midnight for two consecutive days (it seemed like they had planned it). So, that day, she told my mom she was going out to meet some friends (we were living with my parents at the time, and she also had several good friends from work; she usually didn't eat at home if I was working the night shift on weekends), and she left. She went to the train station to pick him up at 2 PM, and informed me beforehand, but I was chatting happily with my colleagues and didn't pay her any attention. The first thing they did after picking him up was go to the hotel to drop off their luggage. They took a taxi to their pre-booked room, and by the time they got the key it was already 3:30 PM. He suggested my wife come upstairs for a bit; it was too late to visit the sights and dinner was still early. My wife thought they had nowhere else to go and should catch up, so she went upstairs. They chatted casually, and eventually the conversation turned to some past issues and our marriage plans. Then, the man "focused" on our sex life, and although my wife was shy, she still managed to offer some casual responses. He asked many very explicit questions, such as how often we have sex and whether we feel desire when we don't. My wife said she also asked him a few sex-related questions in return, but they were all theoretical, like his premarital sex with his girlfriend and whether he was responsible for her.
Then the atmosphere in the room slowly became ambiguous, and after a few words, they suddenly fell silent. Then, the man probably felt that things were about right, so he went over and sat next to my wife (initially, she was sitting on the bed watching him pack his things, but later he sat on a chair), hugged her, and kissed her. To my disappointment, my wife didn't resist at all and kissed him passionately in return. She even explained to me that she was just in the mood and didn't care about anything else. The two of them then fell onto the bed, and the man started groping my wife while kissing her. It was winter that day, and my wife was wearing a short skirt and thick leggings. The fabric felt nice, and I could even touch her genitals through the leggings. She quickly climaxed and began moaning (my wife is very sensitive; even touching her through thick, stiff jeans along her buttocks makes her moan with pleasure). She also grabbed his penis and started rubbing it. Seeing that my wife was aroused, the man quickly removed their clothes, revealing themselves to her. He then demanded oral sex. She licked him for a while, but being relatively untouched, her technique wasn't great, so she gave up. Instead, she lay on the bed with her legs spread, letting him lick her vulva. At first, she shyly covered her face, but soon, under his intense assault, she began panting heavily. With
everything prepared, the man used his mouth to trace a path upwards from her vulva, moving his entire body upwards until his penis pressed against her clitoris. At that time, my wife's vagina was still very tight. It hadn't been open for long with my 10cm penis. According to my wife, the other man's penis was thicker and longer, which caused some resistance when I entered, making it feel a bit like losing her virginity. The man was very patient, slowly inserting it little by little until it was fully inside. He even waited a bit to let my wife's vagina get used to his penis before starting to thrust. My wife said she didn't remember much about the penetration itself; she was just focused on the pleasure. All she could recall was that he was on top at the beginning, lifting her legs and forcefully spreading them apart, pressing them against his shoulders, thrusting very hard. The sensation was intense, and combined with his size advantage, he made her climax twice.
We have a little quirk where my wife counts her orgasms during sex, but these two were the only ones she could remember. After that, she would almost climax after a few thrusts, so she couldn't keep track of how many orgasms she had. She frankly said there was a spot (G-spot) that he could stimulate intensely in any position, while she needed certain positions to feel a stronger sensation. After two consecutive orgasms, my wife couldn't handle his vigorous thrusting anymore and kept saying she couldn't take it anymore. He stopped, paused for a moment, then turned her over so she was lying face down on the bed, slightly spreading her legs, and slowly inserted his penis. My wife still says this is the most comfortable position she's ever tried. Because her stomach is pressing against her vagina, it feels especially large when my penis enters, and the glans directly squeezes her G-spot during thrusting.
Unfortunately, because I'm not long enough and my wife's buttocks are very thick, I have to squeeze hard to get a very short insertion each time, and it always slips out. In the end, I had to have him bend over for a normal rear-entry position. The other guy was relatively easier; more than half of his penis went in, and he moved freely. My wife lay sprawled on the bed, and he thrust into her, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, which she thoroughly enjoyed, gradually building up pleasure until another orgasm. Her semen and sticky vagina soaked a large area of the sheets; I've never made her that wet before. He didn't give her any chance to breathe, making her kneel with her buttocks up, aiming his penis and slowly squeezing it into her vagina, then beginning a high-frequency, violent thrusting. Completely overwhelmed, the wife could only bury her head in the pillow, emitting almost sobbing moans, utterly defenseless.
She said that after reaching her peak, she couldn't stop, and after countless thrusts, the man began his final sprint, ready to ejaculate. At this point, the wife abandoned her last line of defense as a wife, making no attempt to stop him, instead responding to his increasingly rapid thrusts until she reached her final and most intense orgasm of the afternoon, followed by a gush of semen from his penis. Afterwards,
they collapsed onto the bed, lying together in each other's arms for a while. Then he took her to shower, and they kissed for a while, like a couple. Later, looking at the clock, it was already 8 PM. Perhaps only then did the wife remember she was a wife. Realizing there was no time for dinner, they parted ways.
Here I want to say a few words. First, psychologically speaking, my wife still had feelings for him. From joining the club in her freshman year of college until graduation, a full four years had passed. My wife admitted that if it had just been the two of them in the karaoke bar that time, she probably wouldn't have pushed him away. So, it was a rekindling of old feelings. When he kissed my wife, she only felt a sense of regret from the past being filled, and she knew what was about to happen. The ambiguous atmosphere limited her thinking, and she forgot her status as a married woman. So, from that moment on, she gave up the idea of rejection and resistance, and prepared to enjoy it wholeheartedly. And he was indeed quite skilled. Although I could easily bring her to orgasm, the fatal position of penetration, the large size of his penis, and his high-frequency thrusting made my wife unable to forget it for a long time. Under these circumstances, sex became natural. Later, based on my experiments, my wife would be so happy during the climax that she forgot everything. Although she wouldn't say things like "shoot inside me, I want to have your baby" like in novels, I guarantee she would never stop anyone from having sex. Simply put, she had no ability to think when being thrust into at high speed. Afterwards, while cleaning up, my wife kicked the man out. She secretly squeezed out the semen in the bathroom and then took a shower. My mother had previously told her not to wash after sex, otherwise how could she get pregnant? She foolishly thought that washing clean would prevent pregnancy. Thankfully, it wasn't her fertile period that day, and she didn't get pregnant; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Of course, the story didn't end there, because the man was still there, and my wife knew the same exciting events awaited her the next day. That evening, when we got home, my wife carefully washed her genitals again, and then, probably because she had exhausted herself during the day, she went to sleep before I got home. I also went straight to sleep when I got home. The next morning, we didn't talk much. I ate something around 10 am and rushed off to my shift. My parents went out sightseeing early Sunday morning, leaving her free to do as she pleased. She left right after I left. Actually, there's nothing to see in our area. The so-called "tourism" is nothing more than having sex. By the time my wife arrived at his hotel, he had already finished breakfast and replenished his energy. His train back was at 7 pm, and when my wife arrived at the hotel lobby, he deliberately postponed the check-out time to 6 pm in front of her, as if he was making a show of his determination to her.
The first time the two made love, it felt more like an affair, but this time it was more like a couple. The wife said that as soon as they entered the house, she took off her coat, and the man picked her up and laid her down on the bed. This time, she was wearing a thin sweater and bra, and a short skirt. The thick leggings she wore the day before had been replaced with sexy black pantyhose. He didn't seem too eager, but instead focused on her upper body. After taking off her sweater and bra, he sucked, licked, and pinched her tender nipples, deliberately avoiding touching her genitals. Her nipples were very sensitive, and under the multiple stimulations of his hands and mouth, she moaned repeatedly, and her genitals began to become wet. Initially, her legs were together, but later, due to the emptiness of her vagina, she spread her legs apart and kept kicking them, squeezing her labia with her legs, trying to relieve the discomfort in her genitals. The man was clearly doing this on purpose, constantly and vigorously stimulating her. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer and reached down to her crotch, aiming at her clitoris and rubbing it vigorously. The scene, as reenacted by my wife and me, was incredibly lewd. My wife was lying on the bed, and the man was also lying on the bed, one arm around her, the other kneading her right nipple, while his mouth was diligently sucking on her left nipple. My wife's legs, clad in black stockings, were spread wide apart, her knees bent, and her left hand, through her stockings and panties, was frantically rubbing her clitoris, trying to release pleasure. Coupled with her delicate moans, it was a million times more exciting than any pornographic film.
Of course, this was just scratching the surface, only accumulating desire without relieving the itch, so my wife still seemed very thirsty, her free right hand actively grabbing the man's penis and rubbing it. The man felt it was about time, so he had my wife lift her buttocks and take off her skirt. He slipped his hand inside her elastic pantyhose, running it down her lower abdomen, his middle finger sliding unimpeded into her overflowing vagina through the cleft between her labia, almost causing her to climax. Because of the limited mobility, the man simply stirred inside with his fingers a few times, pulled his wife's stockings and panties down to her thighs, and then, like a horse, lifted her legs onto his shoulders and slowly pushed his penis into her vagina.
As fellow horny guys know, sufficient foreplay and arousal greatly amplify a woman's pleasure. This man, however, almost always penetrated all the way in, nearly suffocating his wife. She kept repeating phrases like "I can't take it anymore," "It's too deep," and "I need to pee," begging for mercy, feeling like she was about to be driven mad. This time, unlike the previous day, he ignored her pleas and continued thrusting like he was venting his anger until he ejaculated, again aiming directly at her vagina and releasing a torrent of semen. Afterwards, his wife complained about why he didn't stop.
The position at the time was that his wife was lying on the bed with her legs in the air, half-wearing her stockings, her hands covering her genitals to prevent semen from leaking out. This was her position after I had sex with her; to avoid soiling the sheets, she even asked the man to get some toilet paper. Only after the man reminded her did she lower her legs, panting heavily as she let the semen slowly flow out. The man then came over and took off his wife's stockings. It was a bit of a shame he wasn't a stocking fetishist, otherwise he probably would have had many more ways to play with her. Then he lay on top of his wife, kissing her nipples and rubbing her clitoris with his other hand. His wife moaned comfortably as she felt his penis against her thigh gradually harden again. The man then lay on the bed, gesturing for his wife to climb on top of him. She spread her legs and lay on top of him, consciously aligning her labia with his penis. He held her waist and slowly pushed down, allowing his penis to penetrate her vagina again, his glans once more pressing against her clitoris. His wife then swayed back and forth and side to side around his penis to gain pleasure. At this point, his wife didn't know how to move on her own in the cowgirl position, so her movements were still clumsy.
Soon, he took the initiative, slightly lifting his wife's buttocks, and after giving her some room to move, he began to thrust into her. After a few dozen thrusts, the man clearly wasn't experiencing much pleasure, so he had his wife sit up, raise her legs, and squat with her buttocks sticking out, giving him plenty of room to move. The second sprint of the day began. The wife's vaginal fluids, vaginal discharge, and the man's semen mixed together, thoroughly lubricating her vagina and flowing down his penis with each thrust. The wife gradually lost her balance, leaning forward and pressing against the man, letting him thrust at her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her moans becoming increasingly labored, enjoying the second sexual position he had unlocked for her. She still couldn't count how many times she had orgasmed, only recalling that when he stopped thrusting, the semen inside her had disappeared, replaced by the vaginal fluids she secreted after her orgasm. At this point, the man demanded to ejaculate in his wife's mouth, which she refused. However, with the die already cast, he simply thrust his penis into her very lubricated vagina again, pumping hard a couple more times before ejaculating into her vagina for the third time. Then, they stopped. The wife returned to her kneeling position, panting heavily as she lay on top of the man. His penis remained inside her, blocking the flow of semen out of her vagina, allowing her vaginal walls and uterus to fully absorb it. After
resting for a while, they checked their watches. The wife remembered it was around 5:20. She got up and went to the bathroom, sitting on the toilet and squeezing out all the semen. Seeing the man come in, she quickly took a shower. Realizing time was running out, she decided to go home and shower later, figuring her parents wouldn't be able to see her private parts since I wasn't home. The two started getting dressed, and once they were all dressed, the man seemed to become aroused again. He hugged his wife from behind, his penis pressing against her buttocks through her jeans and pantyhose, while his hand reached for her clitoris and began rubbing it. His wife was conflicted; they were checking out at 6 PM, but he was undeniably aroused. With about ten minutes left, the man told her to have one more quick time before he finished dressing and went downstairs to check out, leaving his wife to tidy up in the room before coming down. Seeing that she didn't refuse, he pushed her skirt up to her waist, revealing the top of her pantyhose, and pulled it halfway down. He then made her kneel on the bed, took off his pants, and climbed onto the bed. After spreading her legs, adjusting the height and angle, he penetrated her vagina. At this point, her vagina was already somewhat dry, but some semen remained, so it was still lubricated. After full penetration, the man quickly began high-speed thrusting, immediately entering the climax.
My wife, who really enjoys being penetrated from behind, kept saying how good it felt. Her G-spot was being attacked so frequently that she once again produced a large amount of vaginal fluid, and her orgasm came quickly (I once brought her to orgasm in just 40 seconds, so it wasn't surprising that she could orgasm several times in just a few minutes). The mixture of vaginal fluid and semen filled her vagina again, some even running down her thighs onto her underwear and pantyhose. The man, who thrust directly and didn't control his ejaculation, also experienced rapid pleasure. My wife said that he ejaculated almost simultaneously with her last orgasm, and it felt incredibly good. This was the fourth time in total. The third time that day was practically a wasted shot; they rested for a few seconds, then the man pulled out his penis, told his wife to keep her hands covering her genitals, and quickly put on his pants, went downstairs, and checked out. My wife, in a very comical position, covered her genitals with both hands, her pantyhose on her thighs so her legs couldn't spread wide, and she had to be careful not to move too much and let the semen spill out, slowly making her way to the toilet. Not wanting to delay anything, she didn't waste any time. She let the excess semen drain out of the bathroom, wiped herself clean, and then hurried back into the room. She took a panty liner from her bag and placed it on her underwear to prevent semen from staining it. After putting on her pantyhose and skirt and tidying herself up, she went downstairs. She also said that she felt the semen starting to leak out in the elevator, and when she got to the lobby, she ran back to the restroom to change the panty liner. When she came out, she saw the man waiting for her, so she accompanied him to the train station.
After seeing the man off, she walked back home. I didn't ask her how she felt at the time, only that semen was still slowly leaking from her vagina. When she got home, she showered, washed her underwear and stockings, and discovered a lot of white residue left by dried "mixture" on the crotch of her stockings and underwear. She quickly disposed of the evidence. That night, I went home, exhausted from the day, and went straight to sleep. For the next month or two, the two of them chatted in various ways until I caught them. My wife even admitted that this was the second time she had sent him pictures, and I couldn't find the first set of pictures in her iCloud, which was a bit of a shame. The two of them communicated, including during sex. I haven't written down anything except for my wife's lewd remarks, as this falls under the category of emotional infidelity, and I don't want to recall it. This is the entire sexual process of my wife's affair. Those interested in discussing it can leave their contact information or leave a message. However, single men looking for hookups, I advise you not to waste your time.

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