My wife is young and beautiful, and many men have had thoughts about her. Eventually, she ended up having an affair with a man over ten years older than her. Over time, I found out about their relationship. Once, I returned home from out of town, arriving after 10 p.m. As I reached the bedroom door and was about to push it open, I suddenly heard my wife coo the word 'crazy.' Peering through the door crack, I saw the quilt on the bed bulging. Soon, the middle part of the quilt started moving up and down, the movements growing increasingly vigorous. A man was violating my wife. Watching this, I felt both distressed and somewhat aroused; my penis was straining against my pants. I thought to myself: When my wife said 'crazy,' it must mean she had already been fucked by this man several times that night, and this was yet another round. They continued like this for over ten minutes. My wife, naked, emerged from under the quilt and lay on top of it. A man, also naked, came out from under the quilt, holding my wife's round, white buttocks with both hands as he fucked her from behind. He pulled her hips back while thrusting his lower body forward forcefully. I could hear the rapid slapping sounds of his thrusts against her buttocks. Sometimes, the man slowed down, pressing his body tightly against my wife's buttocks, his lower body firmly glued to hers. Watching this made my legs tremble. After another seven or eight minutes, my wife seemed tired, her supporting arms bending. The man then quickened his pace. Suddenly, he exclaimed, 'I'm going to cum inside your pussy,' tightly embracing my wife's buttocks before collapsing on top of her. Shortly after, the man pulled out his penis, and a few drops of white semen dripped from my wife's lower body. My wife took her panties, wiped her vulva a few times, then grabbed the base of the man's penis and wiped it for him. After the man left, I returned to the room. My wife's face was flushed. Pretending not to know, I got into bed and felt her lower body—it was wet. I said, 'You've been fucked, haven't you?' She blushed and replied, 'Who would fuck me? Only you do.' Without another word, I climbed on top of her and fucked her vigorously. She was very gentle. That night, I fucked her several times.
Knowing my woman was having an affair, at first I felt somewhat upset. But knowing they were only lovers, and she became gentler with me, I actually felt stimulation and excitement. I agreed to their relationship. Every time I knew they had been together, I had to fuck my woman's vagina, which was full of sticky fluid.
One afternoon, I came home on some business. When I got downstairs, I saw that man's car. I knew they were going to do it again today. I quietly opened the door; the bedroom door was ajar. Through the crack I saw the two of them already naked and doing it. That man lifted my woman's legs onto his shoulders and fucked my woman's pussy hard. With each thrust into my woman's body, her breasts bounced. When that man's penis pulled out most of the way, I saw it covered in white stuff. Sometimes that man grabbed my woman's breasts with his hands. After a while, that man started thrusting furiously. My woman cried out "Oh, oh," telling him to be gentler, but he only thrust harder, penetrating my woman until she was panting. More than ten minutes later, he made my woman lie on her stomach and raise her snow-white ass, and he fucked her from behind. His body pressed tightly against my woman's butt. When that man fucked my woman hard, my woman couldn't quite take it; the man was tired too, so he crawled onto my woman's body to rest. After a while, they got back to it again. That man was not easy to ejaculate, going on and on for a long time.
After some time, she brought her lover over for dinner. During the meal, her lover fondled my woman's breasts, played with her nipples, and sucked on her breasts right in front of me. After eating, the man said he wanted to use my woman. My woman said no, but he pulled her into the room and told her to undress. My woman's雪白 body, firm breasts, round buttocks, and sparse pubic hair were very sexy. He told my woman to suck his penis with her mouth. My woman grabbed the base of his penis and took it into her mouth. He pressed my woman's head, making his penis thrust in and out of her mouth. Soon, the penis gradually hardened and thickened, filling my woman's mouth completely. Sometimes he pressed her head down, making his penis go deep into her throat until the base was out of sight, choking her until her face turned red. Though I felt a bit心疼, my penis was also standing tall. I then thrust my penis into her vagina from behind her buttocks. Her upper and lower parts were being thrust into by two men. After a while, his big cock was sucked hard and erect by my woman, the glans shiny and gleaming, big and thick. He then had my woman lie down and lift her legs high, clearly revealing her丰满阴部. I saw my woman's vaginal opening was already wet. He stood by the bed, grabbed my wife's feet, pulled her to the edge of the bed, so her buttocks rested on the edge, lifted her legs and spread them apart, aimed his penis at her vaginal opening, and with his big cock, thrust 'plop' into my wife's pussy. My woman 'mm' groaned, closing her eyes as his penis thrust into her. He vigorously fucked back and forth in my wife's pussy. Sometimes my woman said he went too deep, lifting her body slightly. While watching him fuck my woman, I fondled her breasts. When he pulled his penis out, I saw my woman's vagina was tightly filled by his penis, gripping it, covered with white sticky fluid. Soon, my woman became excited and淫荡 from his thrusting, her face flushed red, her pussy肉 trembling violently. Her vagina was already filled with淫水 from his thrusting, making squelching sounds as he moved, and more淫水 flowed out. Her mouth opened and closed in rhythm with his thrusting. He then更加疯狂地 thrust his big cock in my wife's小逼. I塞入 my penis into her mouth. With my cock in her mouth and his penis thrusting in her pussy, two big cocks took turns thrusting into the two holes of my wife. After over twenty minutes, he had my woman lie face down on the bed, her buttocks raised high,双手扶着我女人屁股, and entered from behind, thrusting so hard that the flesh on my woman's buttocks shook. He fucked my wife like this for nearly half an hour. Her lover got tired and lay on his back, telling my woman to get on top. My woman guided his penis into her vagina, sat down on it, and moved up and down. I fondled her white buttocks. After a while, my woman, with his penis inside her,趴在他身上. Her lover told me to插进去 too, saying two meat sticks would make it tighter. My woman was somewhat紧张 and said no. I straddled over them, from behind my woman's buttocks, tried to push my penis into her vagina alongside his penis. She cried out in pain 'oh oh.' For a while, I couldn't push my penis in; every time I tried, she cried out in pain. I took some sticky fluid from her vaginal opening and coated my penis, then slowly插入. I felt my penis being gripped very tightly, very舒服. With two penises inside her vagina, my woman was stretched so much that she伏在那男人的身上, mouth open, moaning, unable to move. We slowly thrust our penises. With each thrust, my woman gasped for breath. Sometimes the other man's penis was squeezed out, and he told my woman to put it back in. After几十下 thrusts, both our penises were swollen large. My wife's breathing became more急促, panting heavily. As our penises swelled and ejaculated, we both groaned 'ah, ah.' She cried out in pain 'ss.' We waited until our penises softened before pulling out. My woman was弄了前后连续两个多小时 by us, already exhausted and奄奄一息, lying on the bed with legs spread wide, motionless. I felt both怜惜 and兴奋. Her lover趴在她下身 to look at my woman's逼. I also saw her阴毛乱乱的, the vaginal opening that had just been penetrated by two penises was红肿的张开着, unable to close, white semen flowing out in streams. Her lover brought her panties to垫在她屁股下. Soon, a large puddle of both men's semen accumulated. Then, we both搂着我老婆 and fell asleep.
That man and my woman have had a relationship for several years now. He calls my woman to his house once a week, and she returns after two or three hours. I ask her if she got fucked, and she always blushes and says, 'What do you think?' Then I take off her clothes, and her lower part is all wet. I start fucking her pussy that was just fucked by that man.
After I tacitly allowed all of this, life completely changed its flavor.
Those few hours each week when she went to his house became my most agonizing and yet most anticipated moments. She usually left around two in the afternoon, wearing an ordinary dress or loose loungewear, looking as if she were going shopping or meeting a friend. But I knew that often, under that dress, she wore nothing, or only the kind of thin-strapped underwear he liked. After she left, I would sit in the living room, sometimes with a hard-on while looking at my phone, sometimes doing nothing at all, just staring at the clock.
Two or three hours later, she would be back. The moment the door opened, I could smell that mixed scent—her faint perfume, mixed with his lingering semen and sweat. Her hair was a bit messy, her lips slightly swollen, and her eyes had that post-sex watery glow. The most obvious thing was the way she walked, her legs somewhat unable to close, each step seeming as if she were carefully pinching something between them.
Once she had just entered, and I practically pounced on her. I pinned her against the wall in the entryway, my hand going straight under her skirt. Her panties were already soaked, sticking wetly to her labia; with a flick of my finger, a large amount of semen trickled down her inner thigh. I pulled her panties aside, inserted my fingers and stirred, feeling the remnants of his stuff inside, warm and slippery.
"How many times did you get fucked today?" I asked as I carried her onto the sofa and spread her legs.
Her face flushed, she remained silent, just covering her eyes with the back of her hand. I looked down; her labia were slightly everted from being fucked, darker than usual, the vaginal opening opening and closing, white, turbid fluid continuously seeping out. I couldn't hold back any longer, pulled out my painfully hard penis, aimed at the hole still leaking cum, and thrust all the way in.
She cried out "ah," her voice soft and alluring. Inside was wet and hot, much looser than usual, yet because it had been used for so long it had a unique enveloping feel. Every thrust from me went in deeply, and I deliberately stirred up that semen so it made a gurgling sound. Her hands gripped the sofa armrests, and her breasts swayed violently with each impact. I reached out and lifted her clothes, took one nipple into my mouth and sucked hard, while my other hand kneaded her butt.
"Talk." While I was fucking her, I ordered her, "How did he fuck you today?"
She bit her lip and said haltingly, “First... first with your mouth... He pinned me against the side of the bed and made me kneel and take it... took it for a long time... then had me lie down... my legs lifted very high... went in very deep...”
As I listened to her narration, my lower body thrust even harder. The more she talked, the more excited she became. Her vagina began to rhythmically contract, her fluids mixed with his semen splattering everywhere as I fucked her. I suddenly pulled out, flipped her over to kneel, and entered her again from behind. This position allowed deeper penetration, each thrust hitting the deepest part. Her buttocks turned red from my pounding, her waist sank low, her face buried in the sofa emitting muffled moans.
“Did you shoot it inside?” I asked.
“I came… twice… once inside, once in my mouth….” Her voice was already choked with sobs.
I imagined that scene: she kneeling between his legs, her head being pressed down for a deep throat, coughing as semen shot into her throat and overflowed; then being arranged in various positions, and finally, during the creampie, he tightly holding her buttocks so she couldn't escape. These images excited me to the extreme. I sped up, and soon shot everything into her already filled vagina. When I pulled out, the mixed semen immediately gushed out in large amounts, flowing down her thighs onto the sofa.
She was so tired she could barely move, but I was still hard. I carried her back to the bedroom, had her lie face down on the bed to rest, but I kept using my fingers to play with her swollen vaginal opening, smearing semen all over her labia and butt crack. She occasionally let out a soft moan, but didn't refuse.
Such days lasted for several months. The frequency of her visits to his house gradually increased from once a week to twice a week, sometimes even three times. Each time she returned, her body would bear more noticeable marks: kiss marks on her neck, finger imprints on the inner thighs, and nipples bitten red and swollen. I became increasingly obsessed with inspecting these traces, increasingly enjoying repossessing her body that had just been used.
Once she came back very late, already past ten at night. When she entered, she was walking unsteadily, her eyes full of the lingering haze of desire. Without a word, I carried her to the bathroom, turned on the shower, but not to wash. I had her face the mirror, hands on the sink, and entered her from behind. In the mirror, I could clearly see her expression—mouth slightly open, eyes half-closed, trembling slightly with each thrust.
"Why are you so late today?" I asked while working.
"He... he was especially energetic today... went at it for a long time... and even let me rest twice in the middle..." Her voice came in broken gasps, "The last time... he had me sit on top of him and move on my own... I couldn't move anymore, so he held my butt and drove up into me... came a lot..."
Listening to this, my lower body swelled painfully. I reached around to the front, fingers parting her labia, feeling a large amount of semen being squeezed out with my thrusts. In the mirror, her tits swayed violently, her nipples already hard like little stones. I suddenly wanted to see more clearly, so I turned her around, had her sit on the bathroom counter, legs spread to the maximum.
From this angle, the opening of her vagina was fully exposed under the light. Swollen, moist, slightly parted, with whitish fluid constantly seeping out. I used my finger to pry it open a little, and could see the pink tender flesh inside still gently contracting. I aimed there and pushed in again, watching my own penis get swallowed little by little. She leaned back against the mirror with her head tilted up, letting out faint whimpers.
"In the future, every time you come back, you have to let me inspect you like this." As I thrust deeply in and out, I said in a low voice, "Show me everything he left behind."
She nodded, her eyes full of submission and desire.
From that day on, inspections became a fixed ritual between us. As soon as she got home, the first thing she did was let me strip her naked and pose her in all sorts of positions so I could look carefully, touch carefully, and smell carefully. Sometimes I would use my phone to take pictures—close-ups of her vagina, fucked so wide it could not close, her pubic hair covered in semen, her breasts pinched blue-purple. At first she was still shy, but later she gradually got used to it, and would even take the initiative to spread her legs and use her fingers to open herself up for me to look at.
The relationship changed further one month later, on a weekend.
That day, she didn't go to his house but brought him to ours. After dinner, the three of us sat in the living room. The atmosphere was somewhat delicate but not awkward. He naturally reached out to hold her waist, his hand wandering under her clothes. She leaned against him, occasionally glancing at me with a look that held both nervousness and anticipation.
I stood up, walked to the window, and closed the curtains. After doing this, I turned back to look at them, my voice somewhat hoarse: 'Continue.'
He smiled and lowered his head to kiss her lips. The kiss was very deep, and his tongue clearly went in. At the same time, his hand had already pushed her clothes above her chest, revealing that pair of white, soft breasts. He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, making loud wet sounds. She tilted her neck back, both hands buried in his hair, letting out suppressed moans.
I sat on the sofa opposite, unzipped my pants, grasped my fully erect penis, and slowly stroked it. Watching my wife being sucked and kneaded in another man's arms, my lower body ached with hardness.
He quickly tore off her skirt and panties together, leaving her completely naked. Her pussy was already wet, her labia glistening. He made her kneel on the carpet, stood in front of her, and undid his pants to reveal that thick, long penis. She skillfully took hold of it, first licking from the base to the tip with her tongue, then opening her mouth to take it in, swallowing it little by little.
I saw it clearly: her lips were stretched into a circle, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. He pressed the back of her head, slightly thrusting his hips forward to let the penis go deeper. She made muffled sobs but didn't pull away, instead trying to relax her throat to accommodate it.
"How good." he said softly, his voice carrying satisfaction.
After a good while of deep throating, he had her crawl onto the sofa and kneel, entering her from behind. This position gave me the clearest view—his penis gradually pushed open her vaginal opening, and once fully inserted, their lower bodies pressed tightly together. He began thrusting, starting slow and speeding up, each movement accompanied by sticky, wet sounds. Her breasts swayed back and forth with the impact, her mouth slightly open, letting out moans that grew louder and louder.
I walked over, knelt in front of the sofa, and offered my penis to her mouth. She immediately opened her mouth and took it in. While being vigorously fucked from behind by another man, she used her tongue to attend to me. Two penises moved in and out of her body simultaneously. Her expression was a mix of pain and Homeric pleasure, her eyes filled with physiological tears.
Such a pincer attack lasted for a long time. He changed several positions midway: having her lie down and lift her legs, lie on her side and lift one leg, and hold her face-to-face while fucking. With each change, I could clearly see her vagina being stretched open and the white foam being brought out. She climaxed once, her body convulsing violently, her vagina clenching so tightly that he cursed in pleasure. He hadn't come yet, continuing to fuck her fiercely until she cried and begged for mercy, then finally let out a low roar, shooting everything deep inside.
When I pulled out, semen immediately gushed out. I couldn't wait to take his place, thrusting my own penis into that still contracting, still semen-leaking hole. Inside was hot and slippery, all filled with his stuff. I held her buttocks and frantically thrust, soon ejaculating inside as well.
After finishing, I didn't pull out immediately. Instead, I held her in the inserted position to rest. He sat to the side, lit a cigarette, watching us with a satisfied, amused look in his eyes.
"You can come here often in the future." I heard myself say.
He nodded and exhaled a puff of smoke: "Anytime."
From that day on, a threesome became the norm. Sometimes at our place, sometimes at his, and occasionally even by car to a motel out in the suburbs. Her body became more and more sensitive, and she also became better and better at serving two men. She would proactively kneel down and take turns giving us blowjobs, would use her hands or mouth to take care of the other man while being fucked by one person, and during double penetration would make every effort to relax herself so both cocks could go in deeper.
Once at his place, we tried a real double penetration.
That day, she was fucked for a long time, and her vagina had become soft and loose. He lay on the bed, letting her sit on top. After she adjusted, I approached from behind, pressing my lubricated penis against the vaginal opening that already contained a cock. She trembled with nervousness, her hands braced against his chest.
“A little slower… it’s really too full…” Her voice carried a sobbing tone.
I slowly squeezed in bit by bit. The front was already full, and the sensation of squeezing in from behind was extremely tight. She gasped in pain, tears welling up. I stopped to let her adjust, gently rubbing her clitoris with my hand. After a while, she nodded, indicating I could move.
The feeling of two penises slowly thrusting in and out of her body at the same time was beyond description. She was filled to the brim, and with every movement we made, she let out nearly broken moans. Sweat dripped down her back, and her breasts, pressed against his chest, were rubbed red. We gradually quickened our pace; her cries grew louder and louder, and in the end she almost came while crying. Her vagina contracted violently, wrenching painfully at both of us. We couldn't hold out much longer, and almost at the same time we ejaculated.
When he pulled out, her vaginal opening was completely unable to close, a large amount of semen mixed with fluids gushing out, soaking a large area of the bedsheet beneath her. She lay there panting heavily, her eyes unfocused, her legs still spread apart, unable to close them no matter what.
I leaned down, carefully examining that overused place, a feeling of near-perverse satisfaction welling up inside me. I dipped my finger in some semen and smeared it on her slightly trembling clitoris, causing another light shudder.
"Like it?" I asked her.
She didn't answer right away, just reached out to wrap her arms around my neck, buried her face in the hollow of my shoulder, and nodded gently.
At that moment, I knew we could never go back to how we were before.
She had completely become our shared sex doll, while I, willingly, sank into this cuckoldry, sinking deeper and deeper.
In the days that followed, this kind of sharing became more frequent and bolder.
Once we even only half-closed the curtains during the day, having her kneel on the sofa by the window while he entered from behind. Outside was the greenery of the residential area, with occasional passersby. She was so nervous she kept clenching tightly, which only made him more excited. He deliberately fucked loudly, each thrust making a clear sound of flesh slapping. She bit the back of her hand, not daring to cry out, but her eyes were red, filled with physiological tears. I sat watching from the side, holding my own penis and slowly stroking. After he ejaculated inside her, I immediately took over, continuing to fuck with that semen.
Another time, on a whim, he had her wear a qipao out for dinner. The qipao was very form-fitting, outlining all her curves, but she wore nothing underneath. During the meal, his hands were constantly active under the table. I could see her expression change repeatedly—from feigning composure, to lightly biting her lip, to finally having her gaze go unfocused. On the drive back, he simply lifted her qipao to her waist in the back seat and had her ride him. I drove very slowly; in the rearview mirror, I could see her body rising and falling, and his hands kneading her bare buttocks.
When I got home, the inside of her qipao was already soaked in a large patch. We hadn't even finished taking off our clothes before we started doing it on the living room carpet. That time she was used by us in turns for nearly three hours, climaxing countless times in between, and in the end even her voice went hoarse. When it ended, she lay on the carpet with her legs spread wide, the opening of her vagina badly swollen and red, semen mixed with pussy juice flowing all the way to her anus. I and he lay side by side on either side of her, each sucking one of her nipples, slowly sipping, as if tasting some delicacy.
Her body underwent subtle changes from prolonged use. Her vagina became more easily lubricated and more accommodating to thick objects; her nipples became exceptionally sensitive, hardening at the slightest touch; orgasms came faster and more intensely. Sometimes, just playing with her with our fingers could bring her to climax. Sometimes, we had her insert toys herself, mimicking the act of being fucked, and she would do it very passionately, moaning wantonly.
I started recording all of this. Using my phone, I took pictures of her various expressions while being fucked, her gaping pussy after being creampied, semen overflowing from the corner of her mouth, her face showing both pain and pleasure during double penetration. These photos and videos became my private collection. Sometimes, when she went to his house, I would masturbate while watching these images, imagining how she was being treated at that moment.
Once she came back unusually early, and when she entered, she saw me watching a video and masturbating, instantly blushing to the roots of her neck. I didn't turn off the video; instead, I pulled her over, made her kneel between my legs, and while continuing to play the video, had her use her mouth to help me. The video showed her being double-teamed, her moans coming from the speakers, mixing with the wet sounds of her taking my penis in reality. That time, I came a lot, all of it filling her throat. After swallowing, she looked up at me, her eyes holding a complex emotion—shyness, excitement, and a hint of helplessness at being seen through.
"In the future, every time you go to his place and come back, you have to tell me everything in detail." I stroked her hair and said, "The more detailed, the better."
She nodded.
The real detailed narration started from the next time after that.
She went to his place and only came back a little after nine at night. As soon as she entered, I pressed her down on the sofa for an inspection. Today she had been used very roughly; her labia were badly swollen, and the area around the vaginal opening was covered in dried traces of semen. As I helped her wash with warm water, she started speaking in halting bits.
“He’s in a particularly good mood today... The moment he came in, he pressed me against the door and kissed me, his hand going straight into my skirt... when he found out I wasn’t wearing underwear, he was thrilled...”
While gently spreading her vagina open with my fingers to clean, I listened.
“He made me kneel at the entrance hall, first using his mouth... sucking for a long time, and several times he even stuck it into my throat... I could barely breathe... Later he carried me to the sofa in the living room, and from behind... kept going... kept going until I came once before changing positions...”
My fingers curved inside her, gently pressing against the inner walls. Her breathing became rapid.
"Later... he made me sit on his face... used his tongue... licked for a long time... I went again... then he made me ride him myself... I moved for a while and then had no strength left, so he held my waist and pushed upward... pushed in very deep... and finally came inside..."
“Only once?” I asked.
She shook her head, her voice even softer: "No... we rested for a while and did it again... this time he had me lie on the edge of the bed, from behind... very hard... my butt was red from his spanking... when he came, he held me down so I couldn't move, he came a lot... it was still flowing out when he pulled out..."
Listening to this, my lower body was already hard and aching. After cleaning up, I didn't dry her off, directly carried her to the bed, spread her legs, and thrust in. Inside her still retained the softness and wetness from prolonged use. I deliberately thrust to the deepest point each time, asking her for more details.
“How did it feel when he spanked your butt?”
"It hurts... but... I’m very excited..."
"When you’re being ejaculated inside?"
"So warm... so full... it feels like it’s about to spill out..."
The more I asked, the more excited I became, and my thrusts grew heavier. When she climaxed again from me, she cried and said she would really tell me in detail later. I came inside her, then held her in the inserted position and gently kissed her forehead.
"Good girl." I said softly.
She buried her face in my chest and softly hummed an 'mm'.
From then on, narration became the most important foreplay in our sex life. While I was inside her, she would use a soft voice to describe how he treated her each time, what positions they used, what words were said, how many times he ejaculated, and where he ejaculated. Sometimes, when she got excited while describing it, she would climax first. Sometimes I would record while listening, capturing the way she described it while being fucked.
Our relationship gradually slid into deeper territory.
She was no longer just my wife, but had become the sexual partner shared by me and another man. I was no longer just her husband, but the most loyal observer, recorder, and the one who cleaned up afterward and possessed her again.
And she seemed to find a strange sense of security and pleasure in this process of being shared, watched, and narrated in detail.
Sometimes in the dead of night, lying in my arms, she would suddenly say, 'Actually... sometimes I wonder, if you hadn't tacitly consented back then, what would we be like now?'
I am silent for a moment, then answer honestly: 'It would probably be very painful. Or we would have separated long ago.'
She nodded, nuzzling my chest: 'Like this now... is fine too.'
I tightened my arms, holding her a little tighter.
Yes, it's better this way now.
At least in this沉沦 that started with infidelity, we are still by each other's side, continuing to love each other in a distorted yet real way.
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