I believe that when a man sees his partner having sex 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 intimate behavior. Discovering she no longer loves him, that her feelings have changed, or even that she has left him for someone else—that heartache and sorrow are the biggest reasons why a man absolutely won't let another man touch his wife.
We are different, we love each other deeply, her heart has always been with me. Under my arrangement, she had relations with another man. In my eyes, that man was actually just a living 'electric vibrator', with no emotional infidelity or disloyalty involved; she still loves me. It's just that I came up with various novel methods to find extreme pleasure and excitement in our sex life. Think about it, would anyone get angry or jealous because their wife reaches heaven using an 'electric vibrator' during sex?
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 screened a couple: the man works at a bank, around thirty years old, quite scholarly-looking, about 175 cm tall, slim build; his girlfriend runs a consignment shop. They've already had seven or eight successful wife-swapping experiences. I brought photos of my own 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 two first reached an understanding, pre-arranged our approach.
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 1000 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 be gone now). She initially wanted me to go alone, but after I talked about it, she became curious and wanted to see how other couples get intimate and if 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 in a sharp suit, the girl wore a black short dress, about 160 cm 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, seeing that everyone had gotten familiar and the initial awkwardness had faded, I said, 'Shall we start the performance?' He told us to go up first to get a room, call and tell them the room number, and then they'd come in. I figured that probably meant I had 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: 'We'll just watch.' It was a semi-transparent frosted glass bathroom; we could vaguely see them showering from outside, and the woman's screams could be heard. My wife was blushing and her heart racing, saying repeatedly: 'It's real! They're really going to perform!'
After washing, 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, slim, but with flesh evenly distributed 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, to the left of her boyfriend. She first lightly licked his nipple; he closed his eyes, looking utterly content. Gradually, she licked down to his chest, then his lower abdomen, then the inner thigh, occasionally taking his balls into her mouth for gentle sucking. Then she held his penis and licked the frenulum below the glans. His penis gradually began to harden—a fairly normal size, I'd say, about 12 or 13 centimeters when erect. My wife leaned close to my ear and whispered very softly, 'Not as long as yours.' I joked, 'Don't let them hear. 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 it up and down. Her cheeks hollowed from the sucking. About a minute later, she switched to using her right hand to stroke it 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. While using your mouth, swirl your tongue around the glans. Your husband will love it.' Then she continued with the oral sex. My wife was dumbfounded 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. While using both hands to knead and squeeze her two breasts, he used his tongue to suck and lick her nipples, constantly making smacking sounds. Her nipples gradually stood erect, though unfortunately, the areolas were slightly large and dark, which detracted a bit from the beauty. Next, he spread her legs apart, buried himself between them, and began lightly licking her important 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 the edges about one-fifth darker in shade, indicating a very rich sexual experience. While it showed another 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, licking the labia one moment, the vaginal opening the next, then gently biting the labia, then sucking 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, pleading, "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 unbelievable...' I didn't know what she meant; I told her I was hard as a rock and about to die. 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... it was my wife... really inexperienced! As the man gradually sped up, the woman's moans grew louder. My girlfriend, for some reason, moved closer and closer to me, and her right hand, stroking my lower body from behind, became heavier and 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 big; you can do it next to us. Doing it together feels amazing!'
My wife quickly retreated to the chair and said, 'No need! No need!' I followed her and said, 'So sad! So excited, I really want to do it.' My wife looked at me with an apologetic expression and said, 'Really? Then 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. Suddenly she said, 'How about I help you finish with my hand?' I was already hard to the point of bursting. 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 whispered, "Use your mouth, okay?", "No way! People will see!", "So what if they see? We've already seen everything of theirs. Using your mouth is more comfortable, it's really hard to bear."
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 comfortable; watching my penis go in and out of my wife's small mouth, especially getting a blowjob in front of others, gave me an inexplicable excitement.
My hand returned to under her skirt, gently caressing her buttocks. Unfortunately, this position made my arm not 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 gently tease and rub her clitoris, while the other hand, with ill intent, gradually increased the pressure as I stroked her buttocks, slowly hiking her miniskirt higher and higher. At least half of her buttocks were now exposed to their view. Since she was focused on giving me a blowjob with her back to them, she didn't immediately notice anything amiss.
I saw the man had already stopped thrusting. I didn't notice if they had finished, but I saw him looking intently 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 was confident that few men in the world could remain unmoved seeing my wife arch her buttocks towards them.
My wife closed her eyes, giving me a blowjob while slowly swaying along with the rhythm of my rubbing against her private parts. Following the direction of my caress, I gently pulled the string of the thong wedged between her two buttocks to the left a bit, so that my three fingers could slide up and down her entire private area faster. At this point, her lower body was completely exposed in front of them. I saw the man behind my wife secretly give me a 'thumbs up' gesture and point to the bed, hoping we would come over. I pointed to the back of my wife's head, with a helpless expression on my face.
Maybe because her pussy was touched too excitedly, my wife stopped and, half-lidded, with dazed eyes and slightly parted lips, softly panted at me, “Oh.... oh...” Looking at her lips still stained with the love juice I had secreted, the area around her mouth slightly glistening from saliva, my lust was burning; I really wanted to tear off her clothes right away and throw her onto the bed for a good 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 and touching?' I helped her walk to the bed, noticing her limping. I guessed her legs were already numb. Lying on the bed, seeing both of us completely naked, her face flushed with shyness again.
The woman took a dark cloth strip from her purse and said to my wife: 'Don't be shy! If you feel nervous, cover your eyes and let your husband touch you. In the dark, there can be a lot of room for imagination. What you usually fantasize about but dare not say, you can imagine at this time. It's very exciting! We're going to take a shower. You can do it if you want, we won't peek. Just call us out when you're done!' As she spoke, she wrapped the cloth strip around my wife's eyes, twisted it 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. My wife said: 'Just touching is fine! At most, take off the bra, but don't take off my clothes!' I helplessly took off my own pants, which were already half off, then removed her strapless bra and threw it on the chair, and casually took off her thong too. She struggled a bit. I said, 'Your clothes and skirt are still on, it looks exactly the same as before.' Then I quickly slipped my hand into her clothes and skirt, freely caressing, especially focusing on her clitoris and vaginal opening, then inserted my fingers into her vagina, thrusting back and forth. Her lower body was already incredibly wet. Soon, moans started coming again. I said: 'Don't hold back, if you want to scream, just scream! The water sound is loud, they won't hear.'
After fondling for a while, I lifted her clothes again to suck and kiss her nipples. Perhaps because she could still hear the water running, she didn't object this time. As her moans grew louder, I inserted my penis into her pussy through her skirt, thrusting back and forth, and told her, 'Don't worry! I'll let you know when they come out.' After a few minutes, I saw the woman peeking out from the bathroom, and the man was pressed against the semi-transparent glass, surely also watching. Cleverly, they didn't turn off the water; the showerhead was still spraying loudly.
I secretly waved to them, and they tiptoed out to stand by the bed watching. Suddenly, I felt extremely excited and sped up the thrusting. My wife also followed the rhythm, moaning 'oh... oh... oh... oh... oh... oh...' continuously. 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 vagina wide open and soaking wet. She said, 'Why not put it in?' I replied, 'Too excited, need a break, or I'll want to cum.' After stroking for a while, I pointed at the man, then at my wife's buttocks. He excitedly stood gently by the bedside. As my hand moved away, he quickly replaced it with his own, continuing to caress... The sound of wetness still flowed continuously...
He touched his wife’s butt for less than a few seconds, and simply and quickly inserted one finger into his wife’s hot and tight vagina, pumping it in and out. His wife started moaning again; his girlfriend used her hand to hold my penis and gently stroke it. I also casually half-embraced her, stroking her pussy, but my eyes never left my wife and that man. To be honest, although his girlfriend wasn’t bad, I still preferred watching him screw my wife, especially seeing my wife moaning and writhing her hips while the man fucking her wasn’t me. That made me feel a strange kind of excitement!
He used his fingers to thrust in and out, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, for nearly five minutes. His wife kept shouting: “Okay already... no fingers... I want that thing to go in... hurry up... it’s so hard to bear... I feel so empty... hurry... hurry up...” ; I quickly signaled him, and after his fingers were withdrawn, I hurriedly held her hips with both hands and, following her rising arousal, said: Little slut! You want this, right? I’ll fuck you to death... fuck you to death...” while entering her from behind and thrusting wildly in and out.
"Is it this... what do you say... is it...?" "Oh... oh oh... oh oh oh... yes... yes... oh oh... oh... so comfortable, so comfortable... oh oh... oh... oh... yes yes... oh oh oh..."
Her snow-white, full 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...', 'Fuck you to death... fuck you to death... tell me if it feels good...'
"...So good... so good... oh..."
"Deep? Deep?"
"So deep... oh oh... so deep... so comfortable... so comfortable... oh oh..."
“Louder.. I can’t hear clearly..”
"Good... so... comfortable... oh... oh... oh... I'm going to cum... going to cum... flying up... oh oh oh..."
“Cry louder, like you do at home… cry out loud…”
"Oh oh... oh... I really came... wuu... wuu... oh oh... I really came...".
"Imagine it's another man you like behind you fucking you, while you have to use your mouth to give me a blowjob... both the front and back mouths are stuffed full... feels good... feels good..."
"Oh... don’t say it... don’t say it... oh oh oh...".
I wrapped two fingers around from behind and stirred them wildly in her mouth, 'Think quickly! Are you thinking about it... how good it feels... two people taking you from the front and back... are you excited... say it... are you excited...'
“Excited… excited… oh oh oh… there’s… oh oh oh…… there’s want… oh……”
"Want to... say it?" "Want... oh oh oh..."
"Do you want to be fucked by two people..."
"Want..."
"Do you want to..."
"Oh... oh... want... want..."
“Fuck you to death with force! That person just now was forcefully fucking you... was it good...?”
“So good… oh… so excited…… don’t say it… oh oh oh oh… I’m flying… oh… it’s coming out…”
“Tell me how badly you want two people to fuck you…. Say it… do you want it or not?”
"...I want you to penetrate me..."
"Do you really want to..."
"...really want to..."
"Is it comfortable"
"So comfortable... so comfortable... oh... oh oh oh..."
After about ten minutes of thrusting, I saw that woman kneeling on the ground helping that man to speed up by sucking, I couldn't hold back any longer and sped up, shouting loudly: 'Oh... so comfortable... so tight and wet... I really like to insert into you... I love to insert into you... I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum...' My wife screamed desperately: 'Cum inside... cum inside... Oh oh... I really can't hold on anymore... Oh oh...' I deeply inserted into her most sensitive area, and with all my strength, I shot my load, completely shooting it into her uterus...
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 other two were also wiping the man's glans with tissue; he must have come in his girlfriend's mouth! They tactfully retreated quietly to the bathroom.
I caressed my wife for a while, then used the sheet to wipe the sweat from her back and softly asked her, '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 with two tight knots and hurriedly helped her untie them from behind, taking a while to get them loose. Seeing me get off the bed, she flusteredly said, 'Wait a moment... let me put on my underwear first...' After watching her put on her underwear, I went in and called out to them. They dried off and came out, deliberately saying, 'You guys just come here to touch and feel, you really don't know how to enjoy it. Next time you can 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.'
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