My wife Jing'er and I have been married for almost ten years.
After having children, their sex life gradually shifted from initial intimacy to a routine that ended in just a few minutes. Their relationship grew increasingly tense, sometimes even their conversations carried an edge.
Until one time when I went to a hotel with a few old friends and met a girl who looked seventy percent like Jing'er. That night's experience made me clearly realize for the first time—that I feel intense excitement about 'seeing my wife being desired by others.'
After returning home, I did not hide anything and told Jing’er exactly what was on my mind.
After hearing this, she fell silent for a long time, her face burning red. In the end, she asked me softly:
“Are you serious?”
I nodded and held her hand: "Only if both of us are willing, we'll do it. You can say stop anytime, and I will never force you."
Jing'er looked at me, her eyes a little red, but she did not refuse. She said: "I want to try... but only with you, and you have to be there."
For the first time, we together met that girl who looked similar. The girl was named Lijuan, with a straightforward personality. After the three of us sat down and clarified the rules, Jing'er actively held my hand and nodded.
That night, Lijuan interacted with me first, while Jing'er watched from the side. Later, Jing'er leaned in on her own and made physical contact with Lijuan. I didn't join in; I just held Jing'er's hand and watched them. Jing'er's breathing grew more and more rapid, but her gaze remained fixed on my face.
After it ended, she leaned against my chest, her voice still trembling a bit: 'More thrilling than imagined...'
After that, we began occasionally going to hotels together. Sometimes it was Jing'er and Lijuan, sometimes Jing'er and male guests we chose together. Every time, I was in the same room, or in a place where she could see me at any time.
Jing'er gradually relaxed. She would actively choose positions, turn back to look at me during it, and at the end she would throw herself into my arms at the first moment. And I found that my desire for her was stronger than before—not because someone else had touched her, but because she was willing to share this private excitement only with me.
Once after finishing, Jing'er lay on my chest and suddenly said:
“Back then I always felt that making love was something for two people. Only now do I realize that laying out your desires for each other to see can also feel this safe.”
I kissed her hair.
The ten-year itch did not drive us apart; instead, it brought us closer than before.
We are still husband and wife, still bicker about the kids, still go grocery shopping together on Sundays. There's just an extra layer of secret only we know about—under the premise of complete willingness, occasionally giving our bodies over to desire, and then giving our hearts back to each other.
In the six months that followed, we turned this 'occasional' into a more rhythmic arrangement.
At most once a month. The partner must have been met by both of us, the rules discussed, and Jing'er has veto power. I never interfere during the process; I only stay in a position where she can see me at all times, or hold her hand when she actively reaches out.
The second choice was a man in his early thirties named Aze. He had a gentle personality and didn't talk much. After the three of us reconfirmed boundaries in the hotel room, Jing'er first had me sit on the sofa while she walked over.
Her movements while undressing were much more composed than the first time. When Aze kissed her, her eyes remained fixed on me. I nodded, and only then did she close her eyes, allowing his hands to slide over her waist and chest.
As he entered, she took a soft breath, her fingers gripping the sheets. Aze moved slowly, but she suddenly looked up and reached out toward me. I walked over, took her hand, and with my other hand, brushed her stray hair behind her ear. While being thrust into, she took my fingers into her mouth, her eyes wet but clear.
After it ended, she immediately threw herself into my arms, her legs still trembling slightly. Aze tactfully went to the bathroom. Jing'er whispered in my ear, 'Just now... I kept thinking about you watching me.'
I kissed her forehead, my lower body already hard and aching. After A-ze left, we did it on the same bed until dawn. She was wetter and tighter than ever before. When she came, she cried out my name, her inner walls clenching in waves, as if trying to suck my whole self in.
The third time was when Lijuan came again. This time, Jing'er was much more proactive. She first let Lijuan use her mouth and fingers to bring her to climax once, then she herself straddled Lijuan, facing away from her but facing me. I sat on the chair opposite, watching my wife's breasts sway up and down with the motion, watching her expression change from restraint to complete indulgence. Lijuan reached around to the front to knead her nipples; Jing'er suddenly trembled and reached out to me. I walked over and let her take me in her mouth. While being thrust into from behind, she tried hard to swallow, tears coming out, yet she never showed any intention of stopping.
After it ended that day, Jing'er lay on my chest, her voice still a bit hoarse: "I found that I seem to... kind of like being watched by you."
I kissed her hair: 'As long as you like it. If you don't, just say so anytime.'
She nodded, but her legs actively wrapped around my waist, pulling me back inside.
As the child gradually grew older, we changed our 'going out' times to be more discreet. Sometimes it was a weekend afternoon, dropping the child off at the parents' house and then going straight to a hotel. Sometimes it was an excuse for a business trip, but it was really just the two of us plus a temporary third party.
Once the partner was a very young guy, just graduated not long ago. Jing'er hesitated when choosing him, but later became particularly proactive during the process. She had him enter from behind while she lay on the bed, her eyes fixed on me the whole time. I sat at the foot of the bed, holding her hand. She was pushed forward repeatedly by the thrusts, then pulled back by the guy, and her moans gradually became uncontrollable. I reached over and gently rubbed her clitoris; her whole body instantly tensed up, and her orgasm came urgently and intensely, making the guy also ejaculate from the tightness.
Afterward, the boy left quickly. Jing'er was still panting, but she had already reached out and pulled me onto her body. She supported herself and sat down on it, inside hot and wet, mixed with the traces from before. As she moved up and down, she cried and said, “Only you... only you can make me feel this at ease.”
I flipped over and pinned her beneath me, thrusting forcefully until she climaxed twice in a row, then shot everything deep inside.
Late one night half a year later, the child was already asleep. We were lying in our bedroom at home when Jin'er suddenly turned sideways and looked at me.
“Want to keep going?” she asked.
I didn't answer immediately, just pulled her into my arms.
"If you want to keep going, we keep going; if you want to stop, we stop. What I want has never been for someone else to touch you, but for you to willingly show me every side of you.",
She was silent for a moment, then chuckled softly.
“Then let’s try a few more times. I want to see how far I can lay out my desire... and then return to you every time.”
I kissed her.
Outside the window, the city lights remained unchanged, while the night light at home was set to its dimmest. The faint sound of the child's breathing came from the next room. And on this bed we had shared for nearly ten years, we surrendered our bodies to each other again, as if settling all the tested thrills into a stronger affection that belonged only to the two of us.
From then on, occasional openness became the seasoning in our marriage, but it never overshadowed the main dish.
After each session, Jing'er would always return to my arms first, using her body to confirm: no matter what she had just experienced, the one who could ultimately make her completely relax, climax thoroughly, and feel completely at ease would always only be me.
And I, through watching her time and again, sharpened and softened my longing for her.
The ten-year itch did not drive us apart.
It just made us realize that true passion is never about finding new bodies, but about completely handing our most private desires into each other's hands and guarding them together.
Several more months passed, and the child went to elementary school. Life became busy again, with drop-offs and pickups, homework, and parent-teacher meetings, fragmenting the weekends. We reduced the frequency of going out to once every two months, but made the preparations more carefully.
This time, Jing'er herself suggested wanting to try the 'look but don't touch' mode.
The person was Aze, whom we had met before. After the three of us arrived at the hotel, Jing'er had me sit on the single sofa, while she and Aze started on the big bed. She didn't let him enter, only using mouths and fingers on each other. When Aze buried his head between her legs, she turned her head sideways, her eyes fixed on me. I didn't force my way over; I just unzipped my pants, held myself, and slowly stroked following the rhythm of her breathing.
Jing'er's waist rose higher and higher, her fingers buried in Aze's hair. When climax came, she did not suppress her voice and cried out directly, yet her gaze was fixed tightly on my face. When she came back to her senses, the first thing she did was crawl down from the bed, kneel between my legs, and take me into her mouth. Her mouth still carried the taste from before, and she sucked and swallowed with great force. Aze tactfully went to the bathroom. We were halfway through on the sofa, then moved to the bed. She took the initiative to straddle me, moving herself up and down, her nipples swaying before my eyes. I held her waist and watched her intoxicated expression, and suddenly felt more excited than at any previous time when "someone else was there."
After it ended, she lay on my chest, her voice still panting: 'Watching you pleasure yourself just now... was more thrilling than being touched.'
I kissed her collarbone: 'Because you're looking at me.'
When summer came, we brought “the game” into the house for the first time.
The child went to stay at grandma's house for two weeks. In the empty house, only the two of us remained, plus the occasional third party. One night when Lijuan came, the three of us started directly on the living room carpet. Jinger had me sit on the sofa while she lay on the carpet, letting Lijuan use toys and fingers from behind. As she was being pleasured, she looked up at me, actively took off her top, revealing her already hardened nipples. I walked over, knelt in front of her, and let her take me into her mouth. Her tongue was soft, her throat tight, but her eyes remained half-open, looking at me.
Lijuan sped up her movements. Jinger’s moans became intermittent, but she still didn’t spit me out. When the climax came, her whole body shook, her teeth lightly bumping against me, yet she still tried hard to swallow. By the time she recovered, Lijuan had already stepped aside. Jinger directly pushed me down onto the carpet and sat on me herself; inside was hot and wet. Her movements were large, her breasts swaying with the rhythm, and sweat dripped from her chin onto my chest. I reached out to rub her nipples, and she immediately clenched hard, crying my name, climaxing twice in a row before going limp.
We didn't let Lijuan stay over that night. After seeing her off, Jing'er pulled me into the bathroom and we did it again under the shower. Steam filled the air; her legs wrapped around my waist, her back against the tiles, each thrust going deep. She bit my shoulder, her voice trembling: 'In the future... can we do this at home occasionally too?'
I lifted her hips and thrust in hard: 'Yes. As long as you're willing.'
In autumn, we tried a completely open arrangement of 'only me present, she chooses the person herself' for the first time.
The person was a married man in his forties whom Jing'er met in an interest class, mature and steady. The three of us met twice, confirming all the rules and safety measures clearly before setting a date. That night, Jing'er was more proactive than ever before. She first let him kiss and touch her, while constantly looking back at me to confirm my expression. When he entered, she held my hand, put my fingers in her mouth, and gently bit me while being thrust into.
During the process, she changed several positions, each time making sure I could see her face. When orgasm came, she didn't suppress it and cried out directly. Her inner walls contracted violently, causing the other person to ejaculate as well. After the condom was removed, she immediately turned to me, pulled me onto the bed, and sat on top. This time, she was completely relaxed, her voice soft and wanton, each thrust going to the deepest point. I held her waist, watching her indulgent expression, and suddenly felt a warmth in my chest—not jealousy, but a kind of scalding satisfaction from being completely trusted.
After it ended, she lay on top of me, silent for a long time. I gently patted her back and asked, 'Are you okay?'
She nodded, her voice muffled: 'I like it more than I imagined... because you've always been there.'
I kissed her hair: 'Then that's enough.'
When winter came, we lowered the frequency even more, but turned each and every time into a small ritual.
Once when it was just the two of us. After the child fell asleep, Jing'er suddenly took out the toy we'd used before from the drawer and handed it to me, blushing. She didn't say anything, just stripped naked herself, lay face down on the bed, and buried her face in the pillow. I understood. I used the toy to slowly enter her from behind while reaching around to rub her clit with my hand. Her waist soon began to tremble, but she never lifted her head. I leaned down, pressed close to her ear, and said, 'Look at me.'
She turned her head slightly, her eyes wet. I sped up my movements, and she quickly climaxed once, her inner walls clamping down tightly on the toy. I pulled the toy out and replaced it with myself, driving all the way in in one go. She cried out, gripping the sheets tightly with both hands, actively lifting her butt upward. I thrust hard, every stroke producing a sharp sound. She climaxed twice in succession before going limp and unable to hold on any longer. After I came inside her and didn’t withdraw, I turned her over while we were still connected and held her face-to-face in my arms.
Her breathing gradually steadied, and she suddenly said softly: 'Actually... sometimes I wonder, if we had never tried these things, would we still be in that state of finishing in just a few minutes?'
I kissed her glabella: 'Maybe. But like this now, I prefer it.'
She smiled, her legs actively wrapping around my waist, clamping me tight again.
“Then keep liking it.”
A light snow began to fall outside the window. The city lights were blurred by the snowflakes, and on this old bed, we surrendered our bodies and hearts to each other, as if fermenting all the desires we had tested into a stronger, hotter wine that belonged only to the two of us.
The ten-year itch had long since passed.
On a morning after the snow, the child was still sleeping. Jing'er woke up earlier than me. She didn't get out of bed immediately but turned on her side, burying her face in the crook of my neck. Her breathing was light, but her legs naturally wrapped around me, her knees rubbing against my inner thigh. I was still half-asleep, but soon I was hard. She felt it, chuckled softly, reached down, took hold, and began stroking it unhurriedly.
“Back so early already...” my voice was still heavy with sleep.
She didn't answer, just threw back the covers, climbed on top of me, and holding herself, slowly sat down. The morning erection was hot and hard; she entered very slowly, her brows slightly furrowed, but she didn't stop. When she fully sat down to the base, she let out a soft sigh, pressed her hands against my chest, and began to rise and fall on her own. The movements were small, almost grinding. Her nipples gently swayed with the rhythm; I reached out and pinched them, and she immediately clenched tight, a wave of warmth and wetness inside.
“Gently... the child is still next door.” She reminded him, biting her lower lip, but her waist did not stop.
I sat up, pulled her into my arms, had her wrap her legs around my waist, and thrust upward myself. This position went even deeper. Her breath sprayed against my ear, her suppressed moans brushing past like feathers. I deliberately slowed the pace, each thrust going all the way in before slowly withdrawing. She couldn't take it, twisting her hips to ride down on me, her nails leaving faint red marks on my back. When her climax came, her whole body tensed, her face buried in the crook of my shoulder, her teeth gently biting my skin, her inner walls clamping down tightly, squeezing me until I came too.
Afterward, we remained connected, neither of us moving. The snowlight outside was very white, shining on the messy bedsheets. Her fingers unconsciously drew circles on my back, and she suddenly said softly:
"Sometimes I feel like we’re even greedier than we were when we first got married."
I kissed her hair: 'Greedy is greedy. Anyway, we're greedy for each other.'
During the children's winter vacation, we had our parents over to stay for a few days. The house suddenly became lively, and our open games naturally paused. Yet, that suppressed desire grew even stronger. One night, the parents went to bed early, and the child was also sleepy. Jing'er came out of the shower wearing only a loose nightgown, with nothing underneath. She walked up to me and directly pressed my hand between her legs. She was already wet.
We could only manage in the bathroom. She braced her hands on the sink, looking at me in the mirror. I entered from behind, one hand covering her mouth, the other hand kneading her nipple. In the mirror, her eyes were half-closed, water droplets still hanging on her eyelashes. I thrust fast and hard, her moans all blocked in her throat by my palm. When she came, her whole body leaned forward, her breath fogging up a patch on the mirror. After I came inside, I didn't pull out immediately, just held her from behind in that position, watching both of us in the mirror still flushed with desire.
"Next time they leave..." she said, gasping.
I nodded, gently thrusting my lower body once more: 'Next time I'll make you cry out.'
The first weekend after the parents left, we weren't in a hurry to find a third person.
Only the two of them.
On Saturday afternoon, the sunlight was wonderful. Jing’er drew the curtains closed, leaving only a narrow slit. She took the initiative to kneel on the sofa, burying her face in a cushion and lifting her buttocks high. I first used my fingers and tongue to make her tremble, and only then slowly pushed in from behind. Her spine curved into a beautiful line, and every thrust to the deepest point made her let out broken whimpers. I reached around to rub her clitoris, my pace gradually quickening. She quickly came once, her inner walls contracting violently, yet she still lifted her waist upward, as if silently urging me on.
I turned her over and had her sit on my lap, facing me. From this angle, she could control the depth herself. Her movements grew larger, her breasts swaying before my eyes. I lowered my head and took one into my mouth, gently sucking, and she immediately clenched, crying out my name. When her second climax came, her whole body went limp. I supported her buttocks and continued thrusting upward until I also came deep inside.
Afterward she lay on my chest, listening to my heartbeat, and suddenly asked:
"If one day neither of us wants to look for anyone else anymore, would you feel like something is missing?"
I shook my head, my fingers slowly tracing her bare back: "No. Others are just seasoning; you are the main course. The main course is always here; seasoning is optional."
She raised her head, her eyes sparkling, then actively kissed me.
When spring came, we met Lijuan again.
This time Jing'er proposed a new idea: she wanted to try 'taking the lead.'
In the room, Jing'er had Lijuan lie down first, then straddled her, facing away from her partner and toward me. She guided it herself, slowly lowering herself bit by bit, her movements deliberate, her expression focused. Lijuan's hands reached around from behind to knead her nipples. As she rocked, she looked at me, actively taking off her top. I sat in the chair opposite, unmoving, just watching. Jing'er's gaze gradually grew hazy, but the movements of her waist became more and more assertive. When she climaxed, her whole body trembled, yet she still tried to maintain her gaze on me, as if wanting to give me the complete sight of her most out-of-control state.
After it ended, Lijuan quickly left. Jing'er walked directly over, straddled my lap, and aligned her still-tingling inside with me, sitting down herself. Her inside was hot and wet, each movement producing subtle sounds of moisture. Holding her waist, watching her intoxicated expression, I suddenly felt my chest swell with pain—not desire, but a heavy, profound happiness of being completely chosen.
She leaned close to my ear, her voice still trembling:
“No matter how many times I’ve tried, in the end the one that makes me feel most comfortable, most at ease, and most wanting it is always you.”
I held her tight, thrusting my lower body deep inside her.
“Then it will always be me.”
Willow catkins outside the window began to drift. The city entered yet another new year.
And on this bed we had shared for ten years, we fermented all the desires we had tested into a wine that was stronger and hotter, belonging only to each other.
Occasionally taking a sip is enough to stay drunk for a long time.
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