My wife Jing'er and I have been married for almost ten years.
After having a child, 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 of anger.
Until one time when I went to a hotel with a few old friends and met a girl who looked 70% like Jing'er. That night's experience made me clearly realize for the first time—that I felt intense excitement about 'seeing my wife desired by others.'
After returning home, I didn't hide anything and told Jing'er exactly what was on my mind.
After listening, she remained silent for a long time, her face turning extremely red, and finally asked me softly:
"Are you serious?"
I nodded, holding her hand: "We only do it if both of us are willing. You can say stop anytime, 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 I need you to be there.”
The first time, we met that similar-looking girl together. The girl's name was Lijuan, and she had a straightforward personality. After the three of us sat down and clearly laid out the rules, Jing'er took the initiative to hold my hand and nodded.
That night, Lijuan interacted with me first, while Jinger watched from the side. Later, Jinger leaned in on her own and made physical contact with Lijuan. I didn't join in, just held Jinger's hand and watched them. Jinger's breathing grew increasingly rapid, but her gaze remained fixed on my face.
After it ended, she leaned against me in my arms, her voice still trembling a bit: 'More intense... than I imagined.'
After that, we began occasionally going to hotels together. Sometimes it was Jing’er and Lijuan, sometimes it was 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 the process, and after it was over, she would at the first moment throw herself into my arms. 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:
"Before, I always thought sex was just a thing between two people. Only now do I realize that laying your desire bare to each other can also feel so reassuring."
I kissed her hair.
The ten-year itch did not push us apart; instead, it brought us closer than before.
We are still a married couple, still bicker about the kids, still go grocery shopping together on Sundays. It's just that there's an added layer of secret known only to us—occasionally surrendering our bodies to desire, completely voluntarily, and then giving our hearts back to each other.
For the six months after that, we turned this 'occasional' into a more rhythmic arrangement.
At most once a month. Both parties must have met and discussed the rules, and Jing'er has veto power. I never interfere during the process, only staying in a position where she can see me at all times, or holding 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 the boundaries in the hotel room, Jing'er first had me sit on the sofa and then walked over herself.
Her movements as she took off her clothes 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 light breath, her fingers gripping the bedsheet. Aze moved slowly, but she suddenly looked up and reached out her hand 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 very clear.
After it was over, she immediately threw herself into my arms, her legs still trembling slightly. A Ze tactfully went to the bathroom. Jing'er whispered in my ear, 'Just now... I kept thinking about the way you were watching me.'
I kissed her forehead, my lower body already painfully hard. After Aze left, we made love on the same bed until dawn. She was wetter and tighter than ever before, crying out my name when she climaxed, her inner walls clenching rhythmically as if trying to suck me in completely.
The third time was when Li Juan came again. This time, Jing'er was much more proactive. She first let Li Juan use her mouth and fingers to bring her to climax once, then she herself straddled Li Juan, facing away from her but with her face towards 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. Li Juan reached around to the front to knead her nipples, and Jing'er suddenly trembled, reaching out her hand towards me. I walked over and let her take me into 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 in.
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, then going straight to a hotel. Sometimes it was an excuse for a business trip, but it was actually 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 she 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, her moans gradually becoming uncontrollable. I reached over and gently rubbed her clitoris, and her whole body instantly tensed up. Her orgasm came urgently and intensely, making the guy cum as well.
Afterward, the boy left quickly. Jing'er was still panting, yet she had already reached out and pulled me onto her body. She supported herself and sat down on top, her insides hot and wet, mixed with the traces from before. Rising and falling against me, she cried, "Only you... only you can make me feel this at ease."
I rolled over and pinned her beneath me, thrusting forcefully until she climaxed twice in a row, then released everything deep inside.
One late night half a year later, the child was already asleep. We were lying in our bedroom when Jing’er suddenly turned sideways and looked at me.
“Still want to continue?” she asked.
I didn't answer immediately, just pulled her into my arms.
“If you want to keep going, then keep going; if you want to stop, then stop. What I’ve always wanted was never for someone else to touch you, but for you to be willing to 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 just how far I can lay out my desire... and then come back to you each time.”
I kissed her.
The city lights outside the window remain unchanged, and the night light at home is only set to its dimmest. The faint sound of the child's breathing comes from the next room. And on this bed we've shared for nearly ten years, we surrender our bodies to each other again, as if settling all the tested thrills into a deeper affection that belongs only to the two of us.
After that, occasional openness became the seasoning in our marriage, but it never overrode the main course.
Each time after it ended, Jing'er would immediately return to my embrace, using her body to confirm: no matter what she had just experienced, in the end, the only one who could make her completely relax, climax, and feel at ease was always me.
And through watching her time and again, I have honed my desire for her to become sharper and more gentle.
The ten-year itch did not push us apart.
It just made us realize that true passion is never about finding new bodies, but about completely handing over our most private desires to each other, and then guarding them together.
A few months later, the child started primary school. Life became busy again, with picking up and dropping off, homework, and parent-teacher meetings, fragmenting the weekends. We reduced the frequency of going out to once every two months, but made the preparations much more carefully.
This time, Jing'er herself suggested wanting to try the 'look but don't touch' mode.
The person was Aze, whom I 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, they just used their mouths and fingers on each other. When Aze buried his head between her legs, she turned her head to the side, her eyes fixed on me the whole time. I didn't force my way over, just unzipped my pants, held myself, and slowly stroked following the rhythm of her breathing.
Jing’er raised her waist higher and higher, her fingers buried in Aze’s hair. When the climax came, she did not suppress her voice and cried out directly, yet her eyes were locked tightly on my face. When she came back to herself, the first thing she did was climb down from the bed, kneel between my legs, and take me into her mouth. Her mouth still carried the taste from earlier, and she sucked and swallowed very hard. Aze tactfully went to the bathroom, and we did it on the sofa halfway through, then moved back to the bed. She took the initiative to straddle me, moving up and down on her own, her nipples swaying before my eyes. I held her waist and watched her intoxicated expression, suddenly feeling more excited than at any time when there had been “someone else there.”
After it was over, she lay on my chest, her voice still panting slightly: 'Watching you touch yourself just now... was more exciting than being touched.'
I kissed her collarbone: "Because you're looking at me."
When summer arrived, 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 were left, plus the occasional third party. One night, Lijuan came over, and the three of us started directly on the living room carpet. Jing'er 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 lifted her head to look 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 very soft, her throat tightened, but her eyes remained half-open, watching me.
Lijuan quickened her hands; Jing’er’s moans became intermittent, but she still didn’t spit me out. When the climax came, her whole body trembled, her teeth lightly knocking against me, but she still tried hard to swallow. By the time she caught her breath, Lijuan had already stepped aside. Jing’er pushed me straight onto the carpet and sat down on me; she was hot and wet inside. Her movements were large, her breasts swaying with the rhythm, sweat dripping from her chin onto my chest. I reached out to rub her nipples, and she immediately clenched tight, crying out my name, climaxing twice in a row before going limp.
That night we didn't let Lijuan stay. After seeing her off, Jinger pulled me into the bathroom and we did it again under the shower. The 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?'
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 I am present, she chooses the person herself' for the first time.
The person was a married man Jing'er met in an interest class, in his early forties, 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 check 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, squeezing the other person to ejaculation 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 was over, 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 been here all along."
I kissed her hair: "Then that's enough."
When winter came, we lowered the frequency even further, but turned each and every time into a small ritual.
Once it was just the two of us. After the child fell asleep, Jing'er suddenly took out the toy we had used before from the drawer, blushing as she handed it to me. She didn't say anything, just took off her clothes herself, lay face down on the bed, burying her face in the pillow. I understood what she meant. 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, whispering in her ear, 'Look at me.'
She turned her head, her eyes moist. I quickened the movements of my hands, and she soon climaxed once, her inner walls tightly gripping the toy. I pulled out the toy and replaced it with myself, thrusting all the way to the bottom in one go. She cried out, gripping the bedsheet tightly with both hands, actively lifting her hips upward. I thrust heavily, each stroke producing a crisp sound. She climaxed twice in a row before becoming so weak she couldn't hold herself up at all. After ejaculating inside, I didn't pull out; instead, I turned her over while still connected, holding her face to face.
Her breathing gradually steadied, and she suddenly whispered: '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 brow: 'Maybe. But I prefer it like this now.'
She smiled, her legs actively wrapping around my waist, pulling me tight again.
“Then keep liking me.”
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 brewing all the desires we had tested into a stronger, hotter wine that belonged only to the two of us.
The ten-year itch was long gone.
On the 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 the inside of my thigh. I was still half-asleep, but soon I was hard. She felt it, chuckled softly, reached down, and took hold, stroking it unhurriedly.
“So early already…” my voice was still heavy with sleep.
She did not answer, just lifted the blanket, climbed on top of me, and slowly lowered herself onto me, supporting herself with her hands. Morning erection was hot and hard, she went down very slowly, her brows slightly furrowed, but she didn't stop. When she was fully seated, she let out a soft sigh, placed her hands on my chest, and began to rock herself. The movements were small, almost grinding. Her nipples swayed gently with the rhythm; I reached out and pinched them, and she immediately tightened inside, a wave of warmth and wetness enveloping my shaft.
"Gently... the child is still next door." she reminded him, biting her lower lip, but her waist never stopped moving.
I sat up, pulled her into my arms, had her wrap her legs around my waist, and thrust upwards myself. This position went 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 herself, her nails leaving faint red marks on my back. When she came, her whole body tensed, her face buried in the crook of my shoulder, her teeth lightly biting my skin, her inner walls clamping down tightly, squeezing me until I came too.
Afterward we kept our bodies joined, and neither of us moved. Outside, the snowlight was pale white, shining on the messy bedsheets. Her fingers unconsciously drew circles on my back, and then she said in a low voice:
“Sometimes I think we’re even greedier than we were right after we got married.”
I kissed her hair: "Greedy is greedy. Anyway, we're only greedy for each other."
During the child's winter break, we had our parents over to stay for a few days. The house suddenly became lively, and the open games naturally paused. But the 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 resolve it in the bathroom. She supported herself with both hands on the sink, watching me from 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, with water droplets still hanging on her eyelashes. I thrust fast and hard, and all her moans were blocked in her throat by my palm. When she climaxed, her whole body leaned forward, and a patch of white fog formed on the mirror from her breath. After I came inside, I didn't pull out immediately; holding her from behind in this position, I looked at the two of us in the mirror, both still flushed with desire.
"Next time when they leave..." she said, gasping for breath.
I nodded, gently thrusting my lower body again: "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 very good. Jing'er closed the curtains but left a gap. She actively knelt on the sofa, buried her face in the cushion, and raised her buttocks. I first used my fingers and tongue to make her tremble, then slowly pushed in from behind. Her spine curved into a beautiful arc, and every time she was pushed to the deepest point, fragmented whimpers would escape. I reached around to the front and rubbed her clitoris, gradually speeding up. She soon climaxed once, her inner walls contracting violently, yet she still pushed her waist upward, as if silently urging.
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, sucking gently. She immediately clenched tight, crying out my name. When her second orgasm came, her whole body went limp. I held 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, and then she kissed me on her own.
When spring arrived, we saw Lijuan again.
This time Jing'er proposed a new idea: she wanted to try 'taking the lead.'
In the room, Jing'er asked Lijuan to lie down first, then straddled her, facing away from the other person and toward me. She supported herself and slowly lowered down, moving very slowly but with a focused expression. Lijuan's hands reached around from behind to knead her nipples. As she moved up and down, she looked at me and actively took off her top. I sat on the chair opposite, not moving, just watching. Jing'er's gaze gradually grew hazy, but the movements of her waist became more and more active. When she climaxed, her whole body trembled, yet she still tried to maintain her posture of looking at me, as if wanting to give me the complete image of her most out-of-control state.
After it was over, Lijuan left quickly. Jing'er came directly over, straddled my legs, aligned her still-tingling inside with me, and sat down. Her inside was hot and wet, each movement producing subtle wet sounds. I held her waist, watching her intoxicated expression, and suddenly felt my chest ache with a swelling 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 tried, the thing that ultimately made me feel the most comfortable, the safest, and the most wanting, has always been you."
I held her tightly and thrust deeply upward with my lower body.
“Then it will always be me.”
The willow catkins outside the window began to drift. The city entered yet another new year.
And on this bed we've shared for ten years, we have fermented all the desires we've tested into a wine that is stronger, hotter, and belongs only to each other.
Just a sip every now and then is enough to stay drunk for a long time.
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