Lying on his wife's plump, pale, tender body, letting his own sex organ slowly soften inside her. Wife lies lazily with legs spread apart, neither speaking. Married for six years, the passion of newlyweds has long faded.
We both knew that the twice-weekly routine had lost its real meaning. My sperm was abnormal, making it almost impossible for her to get pregnant. Yet we still loved each other, the foundation of our university romance remained. But the void of not having children grew clearer and clearer with age.
After a few minutes, I got up from her body. Thin fluid slowly flowed from her slightly parted labia. She subconsciously closed her thighs a bit. I turned over and lay beside her, letting out a long sigh:
“Let’s have a baby?”
"Adopt one?" Her voice was very soft.
"An adoption has no blood relation."
"Then what should we do?"
"Artificial insemination?"
She turned to look at me: 'I don't know about the provider. What if...'
The bedroom fell silent. Even the air seemed oppressive.
“Or… should we find one ourselves?” I hesitated for a long time before finally saying it out loud.
She suddenly turned her head, her eyes filled with astonishment: 'What do you mean?'
I turned and embraced her naked body, whispering in her ear: "Find a young, healthy man."
After saying this, I felt a reaction stirring in my lower body again.
A blush quickly rose on her face: 'That... that won't do...'
"What's not allowed? At least we can choose for ourselves. Besides..." As I said that, I felt myself getting hard again, "it can also break the current dullness."
"You're so bad..." She coquettishly punched me, only to discover that I was already fully erect. Her hand involuntarily took hold of me and gently rubbed it.
Imagining my wife being pinned down by another man, penetrated by a stranger's member, and filled, my desire surges. I roll over and press her down, parting her legs. Her lower body is already wet. I aim at the entrance and thrust all the way in.
This time, her inside was hotter and tighter than usual. She also seemed to be imagining the same scene, soon letting out suppressed yet urgent moans.
"Ah... you're so hard now... harder..."
I quickened my movements. My usually composed wife now had a dazed look in her eyes, her hands tightly holding onto me, actively responding. Soon after, I ejaculated due to the intense stimulation. Her inner walls contracted violently, her legs tightly gripping my waist, clearly reaching her climax as well.
Waking up in the morning, she seemed to have regained her usual composure and did not mention last night's events again.
But I started to move.
In the morning at the office, I secretly logged into an adult dating website and browsed many related posts. Then I posted a request for contact and left my email address.
At noon, when I got home and opened the mailbox, I finally saw a reply. The other party claimed to be Wei Su, a senior-year student in the physical education department. Soon a second letter arrived too—Ma Ke, likewise a university student, 178 cm tall, 70 kg, and he directly asked to see his wife's photo first.
During dinner, I opened a bottle of red wine. The alcohol relaxed the atmosphere. I told my wife that two university students had already replied.
She was first surprised, then her cheeks flushed red. Together, we opened the computer and read the replies one by one.
Wei Su mentioned hoping to use a condom, which made us hesitate a bit. Ma Ke was direct, bold, even requesting to see private photos.
I held my wife, my hand slipping into her clothes to knead her already erect nipple, and asked softly, 'Show him?'
She didn't answer immediately, but her body noticeably warmed. My hand moved down and found her already soaked. A light stroke with my fingers made her let out a faint moan.
"Go to bed..." she finally said.
By the time we got to the bedroom, I turned on every light and took off her clothes one piece at a time. Her full, fair breasts, black pubic hair, and labia that had already opened slightly were all exposed under the lights. I picked up the digital camera and started taking pictures.
The first one was a full-body shot. Then I asked her to use her own hands to spread her labia for a close-up. Although shy, she complied and did as asked.
I took out the electric dildo again and had her slowly insert it. The thick toy stretched her labia open, creating a lewd scene. I took several photos in a row.
Later in the shoot, I couldn't hold back any longer, pulled out the toy, and inserted it into myself. I continued taking photos while thrusting. She actively twisted her hips to meet me, quickly bringing me to climax.
After finishing, I quickly softened. But she wasn't satisfied yet, lying on the bed panting, the area between her thighs mixed with cloudy white fluids.
It suddenly occurred to me: It's only a little past eight.
“I’ll go contact that college student from this city.”
She didn't object.
I returned to the computer and sent a message to Ma Ke, leaving my QQ number.
Half an hour later, Ma Ke came online.
After a brief confirmation, we agreed to meet immediately. He was waiting for us at an internet cafe on Xueyuan Road. I told him I was wearing a white T-shirt and my wife was wearing a black spaghetti-strap dress.
When I turned off the computer, my wife was still leaning against my shoulder, breathing heavily, her body hot as fire.
After a quick wash, we went out. The night breeze on our faces carried a hint of coolness, but it couldn't suppress the inner heat.
In the car, my wife remained silent. I held her hand, feeling her palm was all sweaty.
By the time we got near the internet cafe, we got out of the car. Not long after, a tall young man wearing glasses walked toward us. It was Ma Ke.
He looked clean and refined, more spirited than in the photo. Seeing us, he seemed a little awkward, but his eyes were bright.
"Hello..." he spoke first.
The atmosphere was subtle and tense.
After a brief introduction, I suggested finding a quiet place nearby to talk in detail. My wife kept her head down, didn't speak, but didn't refuse either.
Mark stood under the streetlight, taller than he appeared in the photo, wearing thin-framed glasses and a simple white shirt with jeans, clean and somewhat student-like. He was visibly nervous upon seeing us but tried to remain polite, nodding to me first, then quickly glancing at my wife before averting his gaze.
"Hello... I'm Ma Ke." His voice was a little deeper than I had imagined.
I briefly introduced myself and my wife, Jinglin. My wife kept her head down, her black slip dress swaying slightly in the night breeze, revealing her fair shoulder line and slender calves. She didn't speak, just softly 'mm-hmm'ed.
“There’s still a coffee shop nearby that’s open, or should we just go find a quiet place?” I asked.
Mark hesitated: 'If it's convenient... I booked a room at a nearby daily rental. It's quieter.'
My wife's fingers tightened slightly in my palm. I held her hand in return and asked softly, 'Shall we go?'
She didn't look up, just gave an extremely slight nod.
The three of them got into my car. In the back seat, Ma Ke sat very straight, occasionally meeting my eyes through the rearview mirror, then quickly looking away. My wife leaned against my shoulder, breathing a little more unevenly than usual. The car was very quiet, with only the low hum of the engine.
By the time we reached that small apartment building, Ma Ke got out first and opened the door. The room was on the third floor, simple and clean, with a big bed, a sofa, and a small table. The curtains were drawn tightly shut.
Upon entering, the atmosphere suddenly became subtle.
I broke the silence first: "Have a seat. Today is mainly about meeting and getting to know each other, no pressure."
Mark nodded, sitting on the edge of the sofa. My wife sat on the edge of the bed, hands on her knees, the hem of her black slip dress just covering the middle of her thighs. I sat beside her, my arm naturally draped over her shoulder.
"Ma Ke, what year are you in at college this year?"
“Senior year. I’ll be interning in the second half of the year.” He answered quickly. “I... don’t have much complicated experience. Before, I only had my ex-girlfriend. She went abroad.”
My wife lifted her eyelids to glance at him, then quickly lowered them again.
I continued, 'We want a child, but I have a problem on my end. That's why we thought of this method. If you're unwilling, you can leave completely right now.'
Mark shook his head: 'I've thought it over carefully. I'm willing.' He paused, his voice lowering, 'And... Sister Jinglin is very beautiful.'
The two characters "Jinglin" came out of his mouth, and his wife's earlobes visibly reddened.
After a few seconds of silence, I turned to look at my wife: 'Shall we continue?'
She didn't speak, just moved her body a little closer to me. I slipped my hand into her slip dress, my palm against her smooth back, slowly moving upward. She didn't refuse.
Mark's breathing noticeably grew heavier.
I kissed my wife's neck, my hand reaching around to the front, kneading her breasts through the thin fabric. She let out a soft moan, her body going limp. I pulled down the strap, revealing her fair, plump chest. The pinkish-brown nipples were already slightly erect.
Mark's gaze could no longer look away.
"You can come over." I said to him.
He stood up, took two steps, and stopped by the bed. His wife closed her eyes and let me strip her skirt all the way down to her waist. I took her hand and guided her to undo Marco’s belt. Her fingers trembled a little, but she still pulled the zipper down.
Mark's member was fully erect, thicker than mine and more youthful and vigorous. My wife looked at it, her throat moving. I whispered in her ear: 'Touch it.'
She reached out and gently grasped it. Ma Ke gasped. His wife's hand was small, and it seemed a bit strenuous when holding that thing. She moved it up and down a few times, her movements clumsy yet earnest.
I took off her panties and had her kneel on the bed. Mark understood and walked over to her. My wife hesitated for a second, then opened her mouth and took the head of his penis inside.
Subtle sounds of wetness and suppressed breathing filled the room. I held my wife from behind, my hands kneading her breasts, my lower body gently rubbing against the cleft of her buttocks. My wife made muffled whimpers while taking him in and out. Ma Ke's hand rested on her hair, not applying force, just gently stroking.
After a few minutes, I had my wife stop. Her lips were moist, her eyes already dazed. I had her lie down, spread her legs. Her private parts were completely exposed under the light, labia slightly parted, already utterly wet.
"Ma Ke." I called him.
He knelt onto the bed, grasped himself, and aimed at the entrance. His wife subconsciously grabbed my hand. I lowered my head and kissed her, while at the same time feeling Marko slowly thrust in. His wife's body tensed up, letting out a long moan. She was completely stretched open inside, and the feeling of being filled by a strange man made her both nervous and excited.
Mark began to thrust slowly. Each entry was deep and solid. My wife's moans gradually grew unrestrained, her hands gripping my arms tightly. Watching my wife pinned beneath the young college student, seeing that thicker member than mine moving in and out of her, a strong sense of bitterness and an indescribable thrill surged in my heart.
My lower body was painfully hard. I brought my member to my wife's mouth, and she immediately turned her head to take it in, sucking hard while being fucked. The room was filled with the sounds of flesh colliding and mingled panting.
Mark's movements grew faster and faster. My wife suddenly pulled out my member, moaning loudly: 'Slow, slow down... too deep...'
But Ma Ke didn't slow down. He gripped her waist, thrusting forcefully. My wife's voice suddenly rose in pitch, her body trembling violently, clearly reaching orgasm. Her inner walls contracted in waves, squeezing Ma Ke until he gasped lowly.
He didn't stop, continuing to pump in and out for dozens of strokes before suddenly pulling out and ejaculating onto his wife's flat lower abdomen. Thick white semen gushed out in streams, splashing over her skin.
The three of them were all panting.
After a long while, Ma Ke finally spoke: 'Sorry... I should have asked if you wanted to use a condom.'
I shook my head: 'It's okay. That's what this was for in the first place.'
The wife lay on the bed, her gaze still somewhat unfocused. I reached out, wiped the semen from her lower abdomen, and followed down, pushing the remaining fluid to her still slightly open entrance. She trembled lightly.
Mark watched this scene, his breathing growing heavy again.
“Do you still want to continue?” I asked my wife.
She didn't speak, just nodded slightly.
When the second round began, Ma Ke had his wife kneel on the bed on all fours and entered her from behind. This position went deeper. His wife buried her face in the pillow, emitting suppressed but continuous moans. I lay beside her, letting her hold and stroke my penis. Her palms were sweaty, but her movements grew increasingly frantic.
This time, Mark's endurance was clearly better. He thrust with nine shallow and one deep movements, occasionally burying himself completely, making my wife's body lurch forward. Her breasts swayed with the motion, nipples brushing against the sheets. I reached down to rub her clitoris, and she immediately clamped her legs together, her voice becoming fragmented.
“It’s… it’s coming again…”
Ma Ke sped up. His wife suddenly threw her head back, letting out a long, sobbing cry, her body convulsing violently. Ma Ke also let out a low roar, this time ejaculating directly inside. The scalding semen poured into the deepest part, causing his wife to tremble again from the heat.
Upon withdrawal, mixed fluids trickled down the inside of her thigh.
The three of us collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. The air was thick with the scent of lust.
After a long time, Ma Ke spoke first: 'I... can we do it again?'
My wife closed her eyes, her voice hoarse: '...You decide.'
I glanced at her, then nodded at Marco.
By the third round, my wife was already somewhat exhausted. Marco had her lie on the edge of the bed, while he stood on the floor, lifting her legs into the crook of his arms. This angle made each entry deep and heavy. My wife gripped the bedsheet tightly with both hands, with physiological tears at the corner of her mouth. I leaned down to kiss her, swallowing all her moans.
This time, Mark went on for an especially long time. Sweat dripped from his jaw onto my wife's lower abdomen. My wife, driven by continuous thrusts, climaxed again, her inner walls contracting wildly. Mark gritted his teeth and held on a bit longer before fully releasing inside.
After it ended, the wife could hardly move. Semen slowly overflowed from her red, swollen entrance, soaking a large area of the bedsheet beneath her.
Mark sat on the edge of the bed, somewhat at a loss as he looked at the mess he had caused. I handed him tissues; he thanked me and quietly cleaned himself up.
My wife lay on her side, her back to us. I hugged her from behind, my palm gently resting on her lower abdomen. That place was currently filled with another man's essence.
“Is it okay?” I asked softly.
She gave an 'Mm,' her voice very soft.
After Mark dressed, he stood at the door hesitating for a moment: 'Then I... will leave first. If you need me again in the future... you can contact me.'
I nodded: "Be careful on the road."
After the door closed, only the two of us were left in the room.
I carried my wife into the bathroom. As the hot water washed over our bodies, she suddenly turned and buried her face in my chest.
"Husband..."
"Mm."
“I think... I really kind of like this feeling.”
I didn't speak, just tightened my arms.
After cleaning up, we lay back on the bed. My wife's body was still somewhat sensitive, trembling slightly at the slightest touch. I held her from behind, my sex organ pressed against her still wet and soft entrance, but I wasn't in a hurry to enter.
"Do you want it tonight too?" I asked.
She was silent for a few seconds, then leaned back slightly: '...Yes.'
I slowly pushed in. She was hot and slippery inside, still with Ma Ke's semen. This sensation of having been used by someone else excited me immensely. My movements were slow, but each thrust went deepest. My wife grabbed my arm with her hand behind her, her breathing gradually becoming ragged.
"They came so much..." she suddenly said, her voice hoarse with lust, "it felt like my whole belly was full of it..."
I was stimulated to the point of gasping and increased my pace. My wife soon reached another small climax, with the inner walls contracting repeatedly. I couldn't hold back and ejaculated all the way to the deepest part, mixing with the previous liquid.
After it ended, neither of us withdrew immediately. We remained in the connected position, lying quietly.
The night outside the window is deep.
That night, we did it once more before finally falling into a deep sleep.
When I woke up in the morning, my wife was still in my arms. Her private parts were somewhat swollen and red, and faint marks could be seen on her inner thighs. I lowered my head and kissed her shoulder.
"Regret it?" I asked.
She shook her head, her voice still a bit hoarse: 'No regrets. It's just... it feels like something has been opened up.'
I understand what she means.
From this night on, our lives were completely different.
The next few days, Marco came twice more. Each time felt more natural than the last. The wife, initially shy, gradually became proactive. She would straddle him herself, actively kiss him during penetration, and tightly clench when he ejaculated, afraid to miss a single drop.
Once after we finished, Ma Ke hadn't left yet, and my wife suddenly said, 'Next time... can we do it with two people together?'
Both Ma Ke and I were stunned.
Her ears were bright red, but she didn't take back those words.
So there was the first real tangle of three people at the same time.
The wife was entered by us from the front and back. In front was Ma Ke, behind was me. She was filled completely, her voice changing pitch. The climax came fast and fierce, her body trembling incessantly. We took turns releasing inside her, making a complete mess of her.
After it ended, she lay between us, her eyes half-open and half-closed, but the corners of her mouth curved with satisfaction.
After that, the purpose of borrowing seeds seemed to gradually blur.
Most of the time, we just indulge in this immoral yet intense pleasure.
Mark became a regular guest at our home. Sometimes in the evening, sometimes on weekend afternoons. When my parents occasionally called, my wife would answer the phone while he slowly entered her from behind, her voice striving to remain steady. After hanging up, she would always clamp down on him forcefully as if in revenge, making him beg softly for mercy.
Watching my own wife lost in passion under another man, the initial bitterness in my heart was gradually replaced by a deeper excitement.
Sometimes I would wonder, if she really got pregnant, who the child would look like.
But more often than not, I just didn’t want this feeling to end.
Two more weeks passed.
Mark became increasingly familiar with the place. He had a key and would sometimes come directly. That evening, I worked a bit late, and when I got home, the living room light was on. My wife's high heels and Mark's sneakers were scattered in the entryway. The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and from inside came muffled yet distinct sounds of water and low panting.
I walked over and gently pushed the door open.
My wife was lying face down on the bed, her waist sunken low, her buttocks raised high. Ma Ke entered her from behind, his hands gripping her waist, each thrust deep and heavy. My wife's face was buried in the pillow, her shoulders trembling constantly, broken moans escaping her lips. Seeing me enter, she just glanced up at me, her eyes completely glazed over, but she didn't stop her accommodating movements.
"You’re back..." her voice was hoarse.
Ma Ke's movements paused slightly. He looked back at me, somewhat hesitant. I shook my head, indicating it was okay, then walked over and sat down on the bed. My wife reached out, took my hand, and pressed her face against my palm. Ma Ke continued thrusting. The sound of flesh colliding was especially clear in the quiet room. My wife was thrust forward, then pulled back by him. Her breasts rubbed against the bedsheet, her nipples already hard and red.
I lowered my head and kissed her hair, whispering: 'Does it feel good?'
She nodded, her voice intermittent: "...so deep... he's even better than you... at hitting that spot..."
This sentence shot through my whole body like a tiny electric current. I was hard to the point of pain. I unzipped my pants and brought my fully erect member to her mouth. She immediately turned her head and took it in, being violently fucked from behind while sucking hard. Saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth onto the bedsheet.
Mark's breathing grew heavier and heavier. He suddenly lifted my wife entirely, having her lean back against his chest, sitting on him. This position allowed for extremely deep penetration. My wife cried out in surprise, her hands grabbing my arms frantically. Mark held her thighs, thrusting upward rapidly. My wife's voice completely lost control, sobs mixed with moans. Before long, her body suddenly tensed, her inner walls contracting violently as she reached climax. Clear fluid trickled down from their joining, wetting a patch on Mark's thigh.
Mark didn't stop. Gritting his teeth, he held on a bit longer before releasing a low roar and ejaculating fully inside. As the hot semen poured in, my wife trembled with another series of fine shudders.
After pulling out, white liquid immediately gushed from her swollen, red entrance. The wife lay limp on the bed, eyes half-open and half-closed, chest heaving rapidly.
Looking at that scene, the possessive feelings I originally had were completely replaced by another, deeper excitement. I flipped over and pinned her down, entering her directly from the front. Inside, she was hot and slick, filled with what Marko had just left behind. The sensation of her being used by someone else excited me intensely. My movements were rough, each thrust reaching the deepest point. My wife, overwhelmed by the continuous stimulation, moaned again, her legs weakly wrapping around my waist.
Mark sat aside resting, watching us. His member soon rose again. After I came inside my wife, he immediately took over, turning her over and entering her from behind again. My wife was already somewhat dazed, only letting out faint whimpers with his movements. This round, Mark went on for an especially long time, grinding with nine shallow and one deep thrusts, occasionally burying himself completely. My wife was brought to another climax by his grinding, her body convulsing, even her toes curling tightly.
Until late at night, the three of them finally stopped completely.
The wife lay between us, her lower abdomen slightly swollen, the insides of her thighs covered in dried traces. She took my hand, then took Ma Ke's hand, her voice hoarse yet content:
"Tonight... it seems like there’s especially a lot."
I kissed her forehead without saying a word.
The city lights outside the window remained as before.
Some desires, once fully unleashed, can never be closed again. And we all know we've sunk too deep.
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