The feeling of a galactic collision

Ten years ago, I had been married to my wife for about two years. We had dated for five years before getting married, and my wife's openness about sex was limited to me. We'd tried having sex outdoors, and every corner of our home bore the marks of our post-coital fantasies. We'd make love late at night in the sparsely populated government square, watching the few couples in the distance while we made love passionately in the car. We'd make love on a high-rise building, watching the lights across the street and the traffic. On short trips, my wife would secretly give me oral sex in the back seat of a taxi, and then we'd make love again in an empty alley after getting out. The reason I say this is to tell you that my sexual desires had reached a new level, and my wife's hidden desires were also stirring, though she didn't say it, I could feel it. After much effort, I finally convinced my wife. I also found a friend of hers, a doctor, who wasn't married yet and had just returned from visiting relatives in Australia. Initially, I was worried he would look down on us, but to my surprise, he graciously agreed, which put my mind at ease and filled me with extreme excitement. So we agreed on a time (we said we were going on a trip, but we both knew the truth).
It was a beautiful summer day. We woke up around noon (to everyone's laugh, my little brother had been throbbing all night, and that feeling was really unpleasant, but for the sake of excitement the next day, I forced myself to hold back). My wife got out of bed and couldn't wait to crawl into the closet. Although my wife's figure is average and her breasts aren't large, she has a beautiful face and is the kind of person who can instantly transform into a wanton young woman. She took out the sexy lingerie she had prepared and put it on. I watched her get dressed from the bed. The sexy lingerie set accentuated her barely concealed breasts, and beneath her thick pubic hair, she was about to be bathed in the semen of two men. Perhaps it was my wife's inner desire, but unexpectedly, her face flushed red. I really wanted to immediately mount her and have a three-hundred-round battle with my wife, but thinking about saving the peak of hormones, I restrained myself (and I still silently enjoy this feeling all these years).
So, having packed my things and adjusted my mood, I drove to pick up my wife's friend, whom I'll call A for now. Upon meeting, A was incredibly enthusiastic and unpretentious, chatting and laughing with us about all sorts of random things. My wife, perhaps forgetting what we were supposed to be doing, talked non-stop with A the whole way, while I drove absentmindedly, my mind wandering to various threesome scenarios. Time seemed to drag on, and finally, we arrived at a beautiful hot spring resort. It was almost 4 PM when we got out of the car. We had booked a room—a small villa with a balcony facing the mountains, a bit of a distance from the nearest other villa (hehe, exactly what I wanted). We dropped off our things and strolled around, chatting and laughing but not saying a word, enjoying the resort's scenery. I actually really admired my wife's friend A; the refinement of someone educated abroad made him increasingly impressive. I was slowly becoming more and more satisfied with A. Once, my wife almost fell, and I deliberately pretended to be slower than A. I saw A supporting my wife's breasts with both hands. I'm not afraid of being laughed at, but I almost... well, you know. The moment I'd been waiting for was almost here. So, we strolled around for a long time, and it gradually got dark. I invited him to a seafood feast (I even deliberately ordered two servings of oysters, which I ate with lemon juice—they were so delicious!). Hehe, I wonder if it will have any effect later. Never mind, let's eat first. After dinner, we went back to our room.
I had just returned to the room, watched some TV, and drunk some tea. Since it was our first time together, neither of us knew how to start a conversation. After thinking for a moment, I casually asked my wife, "Are you hot, honey? Do you want to change your clothes?" A enthusiastically offered to get it for her. My wife naturally agreed. A then took out a very sexy set of black lingerie we had prepared from her bag. The panties were the kind with a slit, and there was also a cotton rope that I had secretly put in her bag, not knowing if we'd ever need it. My wife initially smiled shyly when she saw the rope. After changing into the lingerie in the bathroom, I made an excuse that I was hot and only had my panties on. A was watching TV with his legs propped up on the hotel table, talking about the news. I sat on the bed, grabbed my wife's hand, and made her sit on my lap. My hand intentionally or unintentionally brushed against my wife's breasts and private parts, and I discovered that my wife was already overflowing with fluid; my underwear was almost soaked. I gestured for A to take off his clothes, leaving only his underwear, and sit down next to my wife. He readily agreed and sat behind my wife. I pulled A's hand and pressed it against my wife's breasts. Then I laid my wife flat on the bed. My wife had her eyes closed and was making soft "mmm" sounds. A leaned down and gently sucked on my wife's nipples. We sucked on her breasts, one on each side, while I played with her clitoris with one hand. My wife, with her eyes closed, enjoyed the sensation and wiggled her sexy hips. I occasionally kissed her lips lightly. I felt that the best way to comfort my wife was to give her this kind of encouragement in this situation. After a little foreplay, I picked my wife up and carried her to the bathroom, whispering to her, "Honey, let's take a shower." My wife, with what I perceived as a wanton expression, repeatedly murmured "mmm." In the bathroom, I put my wife down and excused myself to get something. When I came out, I called A in. He went in without even taking off his underwear. I watched through the frosted glass as the blurry figures of a man and a woman entered the bathroom. As soon as A went in, I heard my wife let out a soft "ah," whether intentionally or naturally. I saw A walk to her side, and listening to the sound of the showerhead, I saw him embrace my wife's waist, gently kissing every inch of her skin. Through the glass, I saw my wife's half-hearted resistance, her hand weakly pressed against A's chest, letting him caress and kiss her every inch of her body. At that moment, I couldn't resist walking to the half-open bathroom door to peek. I saw A slowly squatting down, his mouth moving relentlessly towards my wife's secret garden. Once he was fully squatting, because my wife was leaning against the shower glass, he lifted her right leg and placed it on the showerhead. Instantly, my wife's lower body was revealed—a private garden that had never been kissed by another man before. My wife tilted her head back, her hand on A's head, letting his tongue roam freely. A's hand grasped one of my wife's breasts, kneading it incessantly, while my wife emitted a series of soft moans. I watched all this from outside the door, my penis already as hard as steel. After A's teasing, my wife had completely accepted him, changing positions with him from time to time, her hands constantly stroking A's stiff little brother, and using her wet tongue to lick A's nipples. A was not to be outdone, kneading his wife's breasts hard with both hands, and letting out bursts of pleasure moans. My wife and A slowly moved from the shower to the sink. A lifted my wife up and sat her on the sink, spreading her legs apart. I could almost see the glistening vaginal fluid. A picked up the black drill head that looked about 18 centimeters long, wrapped his arms around my wife's waist, and slid it into her wet, dark hole. I saw my wife take a deep breath and let out that long-lost "ah" sound. Then A started thrusting hard. I saw my wife's buttocks and breasts trembling with A's thrusts. She kept shouting, "I want it! I want it! I'm your little sex slave! I'm so wet! You're fucking me so good!" Then she would say, "No! No!" After a while of thrusting, A naturally led my wife off the sink, bent over, placed her hands on the basin, and spread her legs. At this moment, I could vaguely see my wife's vaginal opening, which A had been thrusting into, and A continued to thrust rapidly along my wife's vulva. My wife's buttocks made a series of "slap slap slap" sounds, and she used her hands to forcefully spread her vulva apart, yearning for A's penis to penetrate a little deeper. Seeing this, I could no longer resist joining in. I had already taken off my underwear and went into the bathroom. A was no longer embarrassed when he saw me come in. My wife, however, was making wanton moans with her eyes closed, as if begging me to join the battle. Although I was already close to climaxing, I still had to let A play with my wife to his heart's content. I went over, turned my wife around, picked her up, and held her legs apart with my hands, lifting her up, watching A's penis thrusting into my wife, while my hands used my index fingers to playfully flick my wife's nipples. Because of the position, I kept gently kissing and blowing on my wife's ear, which directly pushed her into an irresistible state. While A was thrusting into her, my wife was stimulating her clitoris with her own hand. Perhaps my wife knew my discomfort, she offered to give me oral sex. So we changed positions, with my wife standing and bending over to give me oral sex, while A, from behind, was thrusting into her buttocks with varying depths and rhythms, making wonderful sounds. To be honest, at that moment, I was already in heaven, and I believe A and my wife felt the same way. A's sexual function was really good; even after thrusting for so long, coupled with my wife's lewd posture and moans, he still hadn't ejaculated. Suddenly, I had an idea to satisfy my wife's sexual desire. So I casually switched positions with A. After that, I was thrusting into my wife while watching her give me oral sex from behind. My wife kept licking and stroking with her tongue and mouth, and also using her hand to stroke A's penis. I don't know if A was more sensitive to oral sex, but suddenly I felt A was about to ejaculate from my wife's oral sex. I pulled my penis out of my wife's dripping vagina, and my wife, surprisingly cooperative, suddenly squatted down and vigorously stroked A's penis with her hands, her mouth wide open and her tongue out, ready to receive A's semen. Just like that, A ejaculated all of his white semen into my wife's mouth. Due to the splashing, my wife's face was covered in semen, and she intentionally or unintentionally squeezed the semen out of her mouth, so that A's semen was still dripping from the corners of her mouth. Then A went to the shower to take a shower. I picked up my wife and moved from the bathroom to the balcony facing the mountains. On the balcony, I saw my wife's face covered in semen, and heard her lewd moans. I thrust into this little slut (thinking to myself, "I love you, wife," while thinking about this little slut, it's really, really, really lewd), and poured all of my semen into my wife's vagina. Then I had my wife face me, her legs wrapped around my lap, and I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. Actually, I intentionally wanted A to see my wife's vulva, dripping with my semen and slightly red from being penetrated by two men, as foreshadowing the second scene. At this time, A had also finished showering and was drying himself. As he bent over to dry his calves, I think I bumped his head with my wife's buttocks. I believe he saw what I wanted him to see. (I've been thinking about this day and night for so long; I really put my heart into directing all of this.)
End of Section One (This was all typed by hand, it was very tiring. If you like it, please give me some encouragement. Of course, if there are any good-looking, mature, beautiful, elegant, and well-mannered couples, we can contact each other for discussion.)

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