I believe that when a man sees his partner having relations with someone else, he feels furious, inferior, and heartbroken. The main reason is that her 'heart' has left; she no longer loves him. Women often 'love first, then have sex'; they fall in love with the other person before engaging in more intimate behavior. Discovering she no longer loves him, her feelings have changed, even abandoning him to be with someone else—that heartache and sorrow are the biggest reasons why a man would never let another man touch a single hair on his wife.
We are different. We love each other very much. Her heart has always been with me. Under my arrangements, she has relations with others. The man in my eyes is actually just a living 'electric vibrator,' with no emotional infidelity or disloyalty involved; she still loves me. It's just that I come up with various novel methods to find extreme joy and excitement in our sex life together. Think about it, would anyone get angry or jealous because their wife uses an 'electric vibrator' during sex to reach heaven?
During this period, I secretly visited wife-swapping websites behind my wife's back. After privately contacting several couples, I found that most of the potential swap partners weren't my wife's type. Recently, I finally filtered out a couple: the man works in a bank, around thirty years old, quite gentle-looking, about 175 cm tall, slim and tall; his girlfriend runs a consignment shop. They've already had seven or eight successful wife-swapping experiences. I brought photos of my wife and frankly told him: 'I really want to, but I'm not sure my wife will agree. We'll try to arouse her, but if it doesn't work out, don't force it. We can wait for other opportunities later.' He was quite polite, agreed to try, and we both reached a tacit understanding and prepared our approach in advance.
After returning home, I told my wife that I found a couple on a website who perform live sex shows—a couple willing to perform a sex show in front of people, allowing only one couple or one person to watch at a time, charging only 1,000 yuan. I really wanted to go with her to see it (of course, I was lying to her; such performances really existed before, but they seem to have disappeared now). She initially wanted me to go alone, but after I tempted her, she also became curious to see how other couples get intimate and whether it's different from us. So, after consideration, she agreed.
That day, we arranged to meet near a hotel. I dressed my wife very beautifully: a white mini skirt showing off her very well-proportioned, fair long legs, paired with a light blue thin-strap T-shirt. She wore no makeup, only a bit of lipstick. This was my favorite style for her in recent years, as it fully showcased her best features. What others couldn't see was that I specifically asked her to wear my favorite bright red lace thong, which revealed her pubic hair from the front. In the back, since it was only an extremely thin string, her entire fair buttocks were essentially exposed, extremely sexy. Every time she wore this kind of thong, I would praise her endlessly, and she would happily say, 'A woman dresses up for the one who appreciates her.' Yet I always regretted that others couldn't see it, unable to share my vanity about my wife's good figure.
After waiting fifteen minutes, the couple finally appeared. The man was dressed in a sharp suit, and the girl wore a black short dress. She was about 160 centimeters tall with a decent figure—small but well-proportioned.
We first picked a cafe and chatted about all sorts of unrelated topics, while the girls talked to each other about things like how to maintain their figures. After chatting for about 20 minutes, my wife asked that girl if they would really do it later. The woman also very tactfully talked about some experiences and feelings of 'being watched,' just not mentioning wife swapping; she also mentioned that times are different, some couples end up doing it in the same room with them, feeling very wonderful, etc., this 'brainwashing' process. My wife's eyes widened, with an expression of disbelief, just following along as the woman got more and more into her stories and experiences, her mouth hanging open constantly going, 'Huh?!! Really? Really?' I, on the side, kept deliberately whispering, 'See! See! It's not just me who's weird.'
After chatting for about 40 minutes, I saw everyone had gotten familiar and was no longer as awkward as at first meeting, so I said, 'Shall we start the performance?' He asked us to go up first to get a room, call and tell them the room number, and then they would enter. I figured he probably wanted me to pay for the room myself.
After everyone arrived, they didn't hesitate to take off their clothes and shower first, asking if we wanted to join. My wife quickly waved her hands and said, 'Just watching is fine.' It was a semi-transparent frosted glass bathroom, so we could vaguely see them showering from outside, accompanied by the woman's screams. My wife was flushed and her heart raced, exclaiming, 'It's real! They're really going to perform!'
After washing up, they got into bed first. I examined them carefully. The man wasn't fat, probably around 65 kg, fair and clean. The girl was petite and delicate, thin, but her flesh was distributed very evenly all over. Her bust was good, likely a C-cup, with a small butt. We obediently sat on the sofa, eyes wide open.
The girl knelt facing us on the left side of her boyfriend, first gently licking his nipples. Her boyfriend closed his eyes with a calm, composed look, and she gradually licked down to his chest, then his lower abdomen, then the inner side of his thigh, occasionally taking his balls into her mouth and sucking lightly; then she grasped his penis and licked the frenulum below the glans. His penis gradually began to harden, probably about the size of a normal person; once erect, it was about 12 or 13 centimeters. My wife leaned by my ear and whispered very quietly: 'It's not as long as yours.' I joked: 'Don't let him hear that. Just know you're lucky.'
After a minute, the girl looked up at my wife and smiled, then began to take the entire penis into her mouth, moving up and down. Her cheeks hollowed from the sucking. About a minute later, she switched to using her right hand to stroke up and down, then back to her mouth, alternating like this. My wife involuntarily leaned forward to see more clearly. Gradually, the man's face began to show an expression of extreme pleasure. The girl paused and said to my wife, 'You can do this to your husband in the future—use your mouth to move up and down while swirling your tongue around the glans. I guarantee your husband will love it.' Then she continued with the oral sex. My wife was stunned and couldn't even respond.
After about five or six minutes of oral sex like this, the man got up and had the woman lie on her back. He used both hands to knead and squeeze her two breasts while sucking and licking her nipples with his tongue, constantly making smacking sounds. Her nipples gradually stood erect, though unfortunately, the areolas were slightly large and dark, which somewhat marred the beauty. Then he spread her legs apart, buried himself between them, and began gently licking her intimate area. I pulled my wife up and walked behind them to get a clearer view of her private parts. Her labia minora were quite large, of a deep coffee color, with about one-fifth of the edges even darker, indicating considerable sexual experience. While it exuded a different kind of sexiness, I thought it wasn't as beautiful as my wife's private parts.
The labia minora were now soaked with saliva, one curled up, the other spread open. The man's tongue worked skillfully, flicking over the labia one moment, the vaginal opening the next, lightly biting the labia, then sucking on the clitoris, making his girlfriend gasp and moan continuously, occasionally letting out soft cries. Her lower body squirmed incessantly, and involuntarily raised her hips when he sucked her clitoris, crying out: "Okay, okay, come in now!" The man ignored her, inserting two fingers into her vagina instead, starting gently and slowly, then increasing in force and speed, thrusting in and out continuously. After about five minutes like this, his girlfriend's moans grew louder and louder.
I nudged my wife, 'Excited?' She nodded and murmured, 'So absurd...' I didn't know what she meant; I told her I was hard to the point of dying. My wife reached out and, through my casual pants, intermittently and gently stroked me, her eyes still fixed on them.
At this moment, the man lifted the woman's legs onto his shoulders and slowly inserted his penis. A soft sigh of "Oh..." was heard, but it didn't come from his girlfriend's mouth... it was from my wife... really inexperienced! As the man gradually sped up, the woman's moans grew louder and louder. My girlfriend, for some reason, pressed closer and closer to me, and the movements of her right hand stroking my lower body from behind grew heavier. I reached my hand from behind into her bra, gently caressing her nipples and breasts. Her face flushed red, but she didn't object.
The girl said to my wife: 'Don't be so reserved. The bed is very big, you can do it beside us. Doing it together feels great!'
My wife quickly retreated to the chair, saying, 'No need! No need!' I followed her and said, 'I'm so sad! So excited, I really want to do it.' My wife looked apologetic and said, 'Really? What should we do?'
I said, 'I don't know! I really want to do it.' My wife had a helpless expression and didn't speak, then suddenly said, 'Otherwise, I'll use my hand to help you finish.' I was already so hard I couldn't stand it. Thinking something is better than nothing, I sat on the sofa and pulled my pants halfway down.
She began to slowly stroke me with her hand. My penis was already soaked; I had noticed some wet marks even on my casual pants when I took them off. Being stroked by her felt much more comfortable. My hand, restless under her skirt, probed into her lower body. Wow! Her panties were already extremely wet. I slipped my fingers under the edge of her panties, gently rubbing her clitoris—wet and slippery. She softly moaned, "Mmm... mmm..." Later, as if suddenly alert, she shifted her body slightly to prevent the people on the bed from seeing under her skirt. I spread her thighs a bit wider to give my fingers more room to move. The couple then said, "It's really okay, if you want to do it, just do it on the bed. Many people do." My wife then gently pressed my hand and said, "Alright! I'll help you, that's enough." I said, "It's fine, dressed like a wrapped dumpling, they can't see anything!" Only then did she stop preventing me.
I said softly, "How about using your mouth?", "No way! People might see!", "So what if they see? We've already seen everything of theirs. Using your mouth is more comfortable, I'm really having a hard time here."
My wife reluctantly turned around and knelt between my legs, gently taking my penis into her mouth and moving up and down. It was indeed a hundred times more pleasurable. Watching my penis go in and out of my wife's small mouth, especially while she was giving me a blowjob in front of others, gave me an inexplicable excitement.
My hand returned to under her skirt, gently caressing her buttocks. Unfortunately, in this position, my arm wasn't long enough to easily reach her vaginal opening. I gently pulled her upper body forward with my hand; she obediently adjusted her posture, leaning her upper body forward, kneeling on the ground, her butt naturally raised, allowing me to smoothly touch her private parts.
With one hand, I continued to lightly tease and rub her clitoris, while the other hand, with ill intent, gradually increased the pressure as I stroked her buttocks, slowly lifting her miniskirt higher and higher. At least half of her buttocks were now exposed to their view. Since she was facing away from them,专心 giving me a blowjob, she didn't immediately notice anything amiss.
I saw that the man had already stopped thrusting, not noticing whether they had finished or not. He was intently looking over in our direction. From the direction of his gaze, I knew he was deeply captivated by my wife's nearly fully exposed fair buttocks under her lace thong. I'm confident that few men in the world wouldn't be moved seeing my wife arch her buttocks toward them.
My wife closed her eyes, giving me a blowjob while slowly swaying to the rhythm of my rubbing against her private parts. Following the direction of my caress, I gently pulled the string of her thong, which was wedged between her buttocks, to the left, allowing my three fingers to slide up and down her entire private area faster. At this point, her lower body was completely exposed to their view. I saw the man behind my wife secretly give me a 'thumbs up' gesture and point to the bed, hoping we'd come over. I pointed to the back of my wife's head, wearing a helpless expression.
Maybe because her vulva was touched so much that she got too excited, my wife stopped, half-squinting her eyes, her eyes dazed and her lips slightly parted, softly panting at me, "Oh... oh..." Looking at her lips still stained with the lewd fluid I had secreted, and the skin around her mouth faintly glistening from saliva, I was burning with desire and really wanted to tear off her clothes at once and throw her onto the bed for a thorough fucking.
I quietly pulled her skirt back into place, touched her face, and whispered, 'Shall we go to the bed?' She shook her head unconsciously. I said, 'Your legs will go numb like this. How about lying on the bed for me to touch?' I helped her walk to the bed. Seeing her limp, I guessed her legs were already numb. Lying on the bed and seeing the two of us completely naked, her face flushed with shyness again.
The woman took a dark-colored cloth strip from her purse and said to my wife: "Don't be shy! If you feel nervous, just blindfold yourself and let your husband touch you. In the dark, there can be a lot of room for imagination. What you usually fantasize about, what you don't dare say, you can imagine at this time. It's very exciting! We'll go take a shower. You can do it if you want, we won't peek. Just call us out when you're done!" She wrapped the cloth strip around my wife's eyes, went around twice, and tied a tight knot at the back of her head (I secretly thought they were really experienced).
My wife lay on the bed foolishly blindfolded, not speaking, only panting. Within seconds, the sound of running water came from the bathroom. I asked my wife if we should do it now. She said, 'Just touch me! At most, take off my bra, but don't take off my clothes!' I helplessly took off my already half-off pants completely, then removed her strapless bra and threw it on the chair, and casually took off her thong too. She struggled a bit, and I said, 'Your clothes and skirt are still on, so you look exactly the same as before.' Then I quickly reached into her clothes and skirt, freely caressing her, especially focusing on her clitoris and vaginal opening, and inserted my fingers into her vagina, thrusting back and forth. Her lower body was already incredibly wet, and soon moans came again. I said, 'Don't hold back. If you want to scream, just scream! The water is loud; they won't hear.'
I caressed for a while, then lifted her clothes again to suck on her nipples. Perhaps because she still heard the water sound, she didn't object this time. As her moans grew louder, I inserted my penis through her skirt into her pussy, thrusting back and forth, telling her, 'Don't worry! I'll call you when they come out.' After a few minutes, I saw the woman peeking out from the bathroom, and the man pressed against the semi-transparent glass must have been watching too. Smartly, they didn't turn off the water; the showerhead was still spraying loudly.
I secretly waved them over. They tiptoed out and stood by the bed watching. Suddenly I felt extremely excited and increased my thrusting speed. My wife also followed the rhythm, moaning 'oh oh.. oh… oh oh… oh… oh oh.. oh oh.. oh' non-stop. After a few minutes, I stopped thrusting and climbed off the bed, asking her to turn over and kneel on the edge of the bed. I gently stroked her buttocks, which were now facing me and the couple beside us, her entire vagina open and soaking wet. She said, 'Why aren't you putting it in?' I said, 'Too excited, need a break, otherwise I'll want to cum.' I stroked for a while, then pointed at the man and then at my wife's buttocks. He excitedly stood gently by the bedside. When my hand left, he quickly replaced it with his own, continuing to caress... The sound of water continued to flow noisily...
He had barely touched his wife’s butt for a few seconds before, without any hesitation, he slipped one finger gently into his wife’s hot and tight pussy and began thrusting in and out. His wife started moaning again; her friend used her hand to hold my penis and slowly worked it, while I also casually half-hugged her and stroked her little pussy, my eyes never leaving my wife and that man; to be honest, although his girlfriend was not bad, I still preferred watching him fuck my wife, especially seeing my wife moaning and twisting her hips while the one fucking her wasn’t me—it gave me a strangely exciting feeling!
Using his fingers, he alternated quickly and slowly for nearly five minutes. His wife kept shouting: "Okay already... stop using your fingers... I want you to use that to fuck me... hurry up... it feels so awful... so empty... hurry... hurry..."; I hurriedly signaled to him. After his fingers withdrew, I quickly supported her hips with both hands and, in line with her surging emotions, said: "Little slut! You want this, right? Fuck you to death... fuck you to death..." and at the same time entered her from behind, thrusting in and out furiously.
“Is it this... you said... is it...” “Oh... oh oh... oh oh oh..... yes... yes... oh oh... oh... so舒服 so舒服.... oh oh... oh... oh... yes yes... oh oh oh...”
Her snow-white, voluptuous breasts swayed violently back and forth... 'Imagine, I'm thrusting into you from behind... now there's a man also touching your breasts... sucking your nipples... sucking hard, sucking hard...', 'Oh... oh...', 'Thrusting you to death... thrusting you to death... tell me if it feels good...'
“...So comfortable... comfortable... oh...”
"Is it deep? Is it deep?"
"So deep... oh oh... so deep... so comfortable... so comfortable... oh oh..."
"Speak louder.. I can't hear clearly.."
"Ah... so... comfort... oh... oh... oh... I'm going to cum... going to cum... I'm flying up... oh oh oh..."
“Say it louder, like you’re at home... shout it out...”
"Oh, oh... oh... it really came out... ugh... ugh... oh oh... it really came out..."
“Imagine that right now it’s another man you like, fucking you from behind, while you have to give me a blowjob with your mouth… both mouths, front and back, are stuffed full… feels good, doesn’t it… feels good, doesn’t it…”
"Oh... don't say it... don't say it... oh oh oh...".
I wrapped two fingers from behind and stirred them around in her mouth, 'Think quickly! Are you thinking... how good it feels... two people taking you from front and back... are you excited... say it... are you excited...'
“Excited... excited... oh oh oh... have... oh oh oh...... have wante... oh...”
“Do you want it… say it.” “Want… ooh ooh ooh…”
“Do you want to be fucked by two people…”
“Want…”
“Do you want it or not…”
"Oh... oh... want... want..."
"Fuck you to death with all my strength! That person just now was fucking you hard... was it good..."
"So good... oh... so excited... don’t say it anymore... oh oh oh oh... I’m flying... oh... I’m coming..."
"Tell me you really want two people to fuck you.... say it... want it or not"
“...I want you to insert...”
“Really want to....”
“...I really want...”
"Does it feel good?"
"So comfortable... so comfortable... oh... ohoho..."
After thrusting in and out for about ten minutes, I saw that woman on her knees helping that man speed up his stroking with her mouth, and I could no longer hold back as I sped up and shouted wildly: “Oh... so舒服... so tight and wet... I love fucking you so much... I love fucking you the most... I’m going to cum... going to cum...”, and my wife screamed hysterically: “Cum inside... cum inside... oh oh... I really can’t take it anymore... oh oh...” I drove deeply into the deepest part of her vagina and, using all my strength, shot it out, all of it shooting into her womb...
She collapsed onto the bed, breathless. I gently stroked her back, slowly waiting for her orgasm to subside, caressing from her neck to her buttocks back and forth. The two of them were also wiping the man's glans with tissue; presumably, he had also ejaculated into his girlfriend's mouth! They tactfully retreated to the bathroom quietly.
I caressed my wife for a while, then used the sheet to wipe the sweat off her back, softly asking, "Should we call them out? We shouldn't keep them waiting too long." She quickly sat up, straightened her dress, and reached behind her head to untie the cloth strip: "Wait a moment... it's so tight..." I saw it was tied in two tight knots and hurried to help untie it from behind, taking a while to get it loose. Seeing me get out of bed, she flusteredly said, "Wait a moment... let me put on my underwear first..." After she put on her underwear, I went in and called out to them. They dried off and came out, deliberately saying, "You guys just touching here really don't know how to enjoy it; next time you should try doing it together, it's really exciting..."
My wife sat on the edge of the bed, blushing shyly: 'We'll talk about it next time.'
Comments