My wife is young and beautiful, and many men have had thoughts about her. Eventually, she had 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 say coquettishly, 'You're 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 larger and larger. A man was raping my wife. Watching made me both sad and somewhat excited; my penis was straining against my pants. I thought: when my wife said 'crazy,' it must mean this man had already fucked her several times that night, and this was who knows which time. They continued like this for over ten minutes. My wife, naked, lay on top of the quilt, and a man, also naked, emerged from under it. He held my wife's round, white buttocks with both hands and fucked her from behind. He pulled her buttocks back as his lower body thrust forward forcefully. I could hear the sound of his rapid thrusts hitting my wife's buttocks—thump, thump. Sometimes the man slowed down, pressing his body hard against my wife's buttocks, his lower body tightly pressed against hers. Watching made my legs tremble. After another seven or eight minutes, my wife seemed tired; her supporting arms bent. The man then increased his thrusting speed. Suddenly, he said, 'I'm going to cum inside your pussy,' tightly embracing my wife's buttocks before collapsing on top of her. After a while, 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 part—it was wet. I said, 'You've been fucked, haven't you?' She blushed and said, 'Who fucked me? Only you do.' Without another word, I climbed on top of her and fucked her hard. She was very gentle. That night, I fucked her several times.
Knowing my woman was having an affair, initially I felt somewhat upset. But knowing they were only lovers, and she became even more gentle with me, I actually felt stimulation and excitement. I agreed to their relationship. Every time I knew they had been together, I would fuck my woman's vagina, still slick with their fluids.
One afternoon, I came home for something and saw that man's car downstairs. I knew they were going to do it again today. I quietly opened the door; the bedroom door was half ajar. Through the crack I saw the two of them already naked and at it. That man had my woman's legs lifted onto his shoulders, vigorously fucking my woman's pussy; with each thrust, my woman's body moved. Her breasts were swaying. When that man's penis pulled out most of the way, I saw it covered with white stuff. Sometimes that man would grab my woman's breasts with his hands, and after a while he thrust fiercely again. My woman cried out “Oh oh,” telling him to be gentler, but he instead used even more force to thrust. He thrust so hard my woman was gasping for breath. After more than ten minutes, he had my woman lie on the bed with her snow-white ass raised, and he fucked her from behind. His body was pressed tightly against my woman's ass. While that man was thrusting hard into my woman, my woman was somewhat unable to endure it; the man was also tired, so he lay on my woman's body to rest. After a while, they started again. That man was not easy to ejaculate and kept going on and off, taking a very 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, told her to take off her clothes. My woman's snow-white 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. After a while, the penis gradually became hard and thick, filling my woman's mouth completely. Sometimes he pressed my woman's head, making his penis go deep into her throat until the base was no longer visible, choking my woman until her face turned red. Although I felt a bit distressed watching, my penis was also standing tall and hard. 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, raising her legs high so he could clearly see her full private parts. 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, had her buttocks rest on the bed edge, raised her legs and spread them apart, grabbed his penis, aimed at her vaginal opening, and thrust his big cock in with a 'plop' sound. My woman let out an 'mm' moan, closing her eyes as his penis thrust into her again and again. He vigorously fucked back and forth in my wife's pussy. Sometimes my woman said he went too deep, slightly lifting her body. I watched him fuck my woman while fondling her breasts. When he pulled his penis out, I saw my woman's vagina was filled tightly with his penis, tightly sheathing it, covered with white sticky fluid. After a while, my woman became excited and lustful from his thrusting, her face flushed, her pussy flesh trembling violently. Her vagina was already full of lewd fluid from his thrusting. The 'squelch squelch' sound when he thrust, and more lewd fluid flowed from her pussy. Her mouth opened and closed, matching his thrusts. He then fucked his big cock even more wildly in my wife's little pussy. I inserted 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, upper and lower. After doing this for over twenty minutes, he had my woman lie face down on the bed, her buttocks raised high, supported her buttocks with his hands, and entered from behind, fucking so 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, having my woman get on top of him to fuck. My woman held his penis, placed it into her vagina, sat her buttocks down, moving up and down. I fondled her white buttocks. After a while, my woman, with his penis inside her, lay on top of him. Her lover told me to also insert mine, saying two meat rods inside would be tighter. My woman was a bit nervous and said it couldn't be done. I straddled over them, from behind my woman's buttocks, tried to push my penis into her vagina next to his penis. She cried out in pain, 'Oh, oh.' For a good while, my penis couldn't push in. Every time I pushed in, my woman cried out in pain. I took some sticky fluid from my woman's vaginal opening, coated my penis with it, and slowly inserted it. I felt my penis being sheathed very tightly, very comfortably. My woman's vagina was being penetrated by two penises, stretched so that she lay on top of the man, mouth open, moaning, unable to move. We slowly thrust our penises in and out. With every thrust we made, my woman would gasp for breath. Sometimes the man's penis was squeezed out, and he would tell my woman to put it back in. After thrusting several dozen times, both our penises swelled up very large. My wife's breathing became even more rapid, panting heavily. When our penises swelled and pulsed during ejaculation, both of us moaned 'ah, ah.' She cried out in pain, 'hiss, hiss.' The two of us waited until our penises softened before pulling out. My woman had been continuously messed with by us for over two hours, front and back, and was already exhausted and barely alive, lying on the bed with legs spread wide, motionless. I felt both pity and excitement. Her lover lay at her lower body, looking at my woman's pussy. I also saw her pubic hair was messy, her vaginal opening, just penetrated by two penises, was red and swollen, gaping open, unable to close. White semen flowed in streams from her vaginal opening. Her lover brought her panties and placed them under her buttocks. After a while, a large puddle of both men's semen had flowed out. Then, the two of us hugged my wife and fell asleep together.
That man's relationship with my woman has been going on for several years now. He calls my woman to his house once a week, and she comes back two or three hours later. 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, so I start fucking the pussy that man just fucked.
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 yet most anticipated moments. She usually left around 2 p.m., wearing an ordinary dress or loose loungewear, looking like she was going shopping or meeting a friend. But I knew that often, she wore nothing under that dress, or only the thin-strap panties he liked. After she left, I sat 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 come back. The moment the door opened, I would be able to smell that mixed scent—her faint perfume, and the lingering semen and sweat from him. Her hair would be a little messy, her lips slightly swollen, and her eyes wet with the afterglow of sex. Most obvious was the way she walked, her legs somewhat unable to close, every step seeming as if she were carefully pinching something between them.
Once she had just entered, and I practically pounced on her. I pressed her against the wall in the entryway, my hand going straight under her skirt. Her panties were already soaked, sticky against her labia; as my fingers parted them, 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 have you been fucked today?" I asked as I carried her onto the sofa and spread her legs.
Her face flushed, and she remained silent, only covering her eyes with the back of her hand. I looked down; her labia were slightly turned outward from being fucked, darker in color than usual, and her vaginal opening opened and closed, with 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 let out an 'Ah,' her voice soft and seductive. Inside was wet and hot, much looser than usual, yet carrying a unique, enveloping feeling from having been used for a long time. I thrust deep with every stroke, deliberately stirring the semen with a squelching sound. Her hands gripped the sofa arms, her breasts shaking violently with each impact. I reached up, lifted her shirt, took one nipple into my mouth and sucked hard, while my other hand kneaded her butt.
"Speak." I kept working and ordered her, "How did he do you today?"
Biting her lips, she spoke haltingly: 'First... first with his mouth... He pressed me against the bedside, made me kneel and suck... for a long time... Later made me lie down... legs lifted very high... penetrated 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.
「Was it inside？」 I asked.
"I came... I came twice... once inside, once in my mouth..." Her voice was already tinged with sobs.
I imagined the scene: she kneeling between his legs, her head being pressed down for deep throat, coughing and overflowing when semen shot into her throat; then being positioned in various poses, and finally, during internal ejaculation, he tightly held 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, let her rest lying face down on the bed, but I kept playing with her swollen vaginal opening with my fingers, 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 bore more obvious marks: kiss marks on her neck, finger imprints on her inner thighs, and nipples bitten red and swollen. I became increasingly obsessed with inspecting these marks, increasingly enjoying reclaiming her body that had just been used.
Once she came back unusually late, already past ten at night. When she entered, she was walking unsteadily, her eyes completely dazed with lingering 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 braced on the sink, and entered her from behind. In the mirror, her expression was clearly visible—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... did it for a long time... and even let me rest twice in between..." her voice came in broken gasps, "the last time... he had me sit on top of him and move myself... when I couldn’t move anymore, he held my butt and thrust up... came so much..."
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 entrance of her vagina was fully exposed under the light. Swollen, moist, and slightly open, white turbid fluid kept seeping out. I used my fingers to pry it open a little, and could see the pink tender flesh inside still contracting gently. I aimed there and inserted again, watching my penis be swallowed bit by bit. She leaned her head back against the mirror, emitting soft whimpers.
"From now on, every time you come back, you have to let me examine you like this." While thrusting deeply in and out, I said softly, "I want to see everything he left behind."
She nodded, her eyes filled with submission and lust.
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, arrange her in all kinds of positions, and let me look carefully, touch carefully, and smell carefully. Sometimes I would use my phone to take photos, close-ups of her pussy fucked so much she could barely close it, her pubic hair covered in semen, and her breasts pinched blue and purple. At first she was still shy, but later she gradually got used to it, and would even spread her legs on her own, using 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 slightly hoarse: 'Continue.'
He smiled and lowered his head to kiss her lips. The kiss was very deep, his tongue clearly slipping inside. At the same time, his hand had already pushed her clothes up above her chest, revealing those pair of fair-white breasts. He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, making a loud wet sound. She tilted her neck back, both hands buried in his hair, letting out a suppressed moan.
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 was painfully hard.
He quickly yanked off her skirt and panties together, leaving her completely naked. Her vulva was already wet, her labia glistening. He made her kneel on the carpet, stood in front of her, undid his pants and exposed that thick, long penis. She grasped it very skillfully, 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 an 'O' shape, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. He pressed the back of her head, slightly thrusting his hips forward to push his penis deeper. She made muffled sobs but didn't pull away; instead, she tried to relax her throat to accommodate it.
“Good girl.” 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 was the clearest for me to see—his penis slowly pushing apart her vaginal opening, disappearing entirely inside, their lower bodies pressed tightly together. He began thrusting, starting slow and gradually speeding up, each movement accompanied by sticky, wet sounds. Her breasts swayed back and forth with the impact, her mouth slightly open, emitting 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, being vigorously fucked from behind by another man while using 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.
This front-and-back assault lasted for a long time. He changed several positions midway: having her lie down and lift her legs, lying on her side and raising one leg, and facing each other while holding and thrusting. Each time he changed, I could clearly see how her vagina was stretched open and the white froth that was brought out. She climaxed once, her body convulsing violently, her vagina clenching so tightly that he cursed in pleasure. He hadn't ejaculated yet and continued to thrust fiercely until she cried and begged for mercy. Finally, with a low roar, he released everything deep inside.
When I pulled out, semen immediately began to flow out. I eagerly took his place, inserting my own penis into that still contracting, still semen-leaking hole. Inside was hot and slippery, filled with his stuff. I held her buttocks and thrust wildly, soon releasing inside as well.
After finishing, I didn't pull out immediately. Instead, I held her and rested in the penetrating position. He sat to the side, lit a cigarette, watching us with a satisfied, amused look in his eyes.
"You can come often from now on." I heard myself say.
He nodded, exhaled a puff of smoke: "Anytime."
From that day on, a threesome became the norm. Sometimes at our place, sometimes at his place, and occasionally we would even drive to a motel on the outskirts. Her body became more and more sensitive, and she became better and better at serving two men. She would actively kneel down and take turns giving us oral sex, would use her hands or mouth to take care of the other man while being fucked by one person, and during double penetration would work hard to relax herself so that 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, her vagina already 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 nervously, her hands braced against his chest.
"A little slower... I'm really so full..." Her voice was choked with tears.
I 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 good while, she nodded, signaling I could move.
The feeling of two penises slowly thrusting inside her body at the same time was indescribable. She was filled completely, and with every movement we made, she let out nearly broken moans. Sweat dripped down her back, and her breasts pressed against his chest, rubbed red raw. We gradually sped up, her cries growing louder and louder, until she climaxed almost in tears. The vagina contracted violently, squeezing both of us until it hurt. We couldn’t last much longer and came almost at the same time.
When I pulled out, her vaginal opening couldn't close at all; a large amount of semen mixed with fluids gushed out, soaking a large patch of the bedsheet beneath her. She lay there panting heavily, eyes unfocused, legs still spread apart, unable to close them no matter what.
I leaned down, carefully examining the overused area, a nearly perverse sense of satisfaction welling up inside me. I dipped my finger in some semen and smeared it on her trembling clit, causing her to shiver again.
“Do you like it?” I asked her.
She didn't answer immediately, just reached out to wrap her arms around my neck, buried her face in the crook of my shoulder, and nodded gently.
At that moment, I knew we could never go back to how things were before.
She had completely become our shared sex doll, and I, willingly sinking deeper and deeper under this cuckold's hat.
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, making her kneel on the sofa by the window while he took her from behind. Outside was the greenery of the community, with occasional passersby. She was so nervous that she kept clenching, which only made him more excited. He deliberately made loud thrusting sounds, each impact producing a clear slapping noise. She bit the back of her hand, not daring to cry out, but her eyes were red, filled with physiological tears. I sat nearby watching, holding my own penis and slowly stroking. After he ejaculated inside her, I immediately took over, continuing to fuck her 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 hand was constantly active under the table. I could see her expression change repeatedly—from feigning composure, to slightly biting her lip, to finally her gaze becoming unfocused. On the way back in the car, he directly 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 exposed buttocks.
By the time we got home, the inside of her qipao was already soaked through in a large patch. We had not even finished taking off our clothes before we started on the living-room carpet. That time, she was used by us in turn for nearly three hours, climaxing countless times in between, until even her voice became hoarse. When it was over, she lay on the carpet with her legs spread wide, the opening of her vagina badly swollen and red, semen mixed with vaginal fluid still flowing all the way to her anus. I and he lay on either side of her, each taking one of her nipples into our mouths, slowly sucking, as if tasting some delicacy.
Her body had undergone 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; her 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 motions of being fucked; she would do it with great immersion, moaning incessantly.
I began documenting everything. Using my phone, I captured her various expressions while being fucked, her gaping pussy after being creampied, the semen overflowing from the corner of her mouth, her face contorted in pain and pleasure during double penetration. These photos and videos became my private collection. Sometimes, when she went to his place, I would masturbate while watching these recordings, imagining how she was being treated at that very moment.
Once she came back unusually early, and upon entering saw me watching a video while masturbating, instantly blushing to the roots of her neck. I didn't turn off the video; instead, I pulled her over, had her kneel between my legs, and while continuing to play the video, had her use her mouth to help me. The video showed the exact scene of 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 especially much, 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.
"From now on, every time I go to his place and come back, you have to tell me all about it in detail." I stroked her hair and said, "The more detailed, the better."
She nodded.
The truly detailed narration began from the next time after that.
She went to his place and didn't come back until after nine in the evening. As soon as she entered, I pressed her onto the sofa to inspect her. She had been used hard today; her labia were badly swollen, and the area around her vaginal opening was covered in dried semen stains. While I was helping her clean with warm water, she began to speak intermittently.
"He was... especially in the mood today. As soon as he came in, he pinned me against the door and kissed me, and his hand went straight into my skirt... when he found out I wasn’t wearing panties, he was very happy..."
While gently spreading her vagina open with my fingers to clean it, I listened.
"He made me kneel in the entryway, first using his mouth... held it for a long time, and in between he shoved into my throat several times... I was almost out of breath... later he carried me to the living room sofa, and from behind... kept going... going until I had an orgasm once before changing positions..."
My fingers curved inside her, gently pressing against her inner walls. Her breathing became rapid.
"Later... he made me sit on his face... and licked with his tongue... for a long time... I went again... then he made me ride it myself... I moved for a while and lost my strength, so he held my waist and pushed up... pushed very deep... and in the end he ejaculated inside..."
“Only once?” I asked.
She shook her head, her voice even softer: 'No... after resting for a while, we did it again... this time he had me lean over the edge of the bed, from behind... very hard... my butt was red from him spanking it... when he came, he held me down so I couldn't move, he came so much... 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.
"What did it feel like when he slapped your butt?"
“It hurts... but... it’s very exciting...”
“When being ejaculated into?”
“Hot…… so full…… it feels like it’s going to overflow……”
The more I asked, the more excited I became, and my thrusts grew heavier. When she climaxed again from my pounding, 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 in a low voice.
She buried her face in my chest and softly 'mm-hmm'ed.
After that, narration became the most important foreplay in our sex life. While I was inside her, she would use a thin voice to describe each time she was treated by him, what position was used, what words were said, how many times he ejaculated, and where he ejaculated. Sometimes, when the description became especially arousing, she would climax first. Sometimes I would record video while listening, capturing the way she was being fucked while narrating.
Our relationship gradually slid into deeper territory.
She was no longer just my wife, but had become the shared sexual partner of me and another man. I was no longer just her husband, but had become the most faithful observer, recorder, and the one who cleaned up afterwards and reclaimed her.
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 stayed silent for a moment, then answered honestly: 'It would probably be very painful. Or we would have already broken up.'
She nodded, nuzzling against my chest: 'Like this now... is fine too.'
I tightened my arms, holding her a little tighter.
Yes, it's fine like this now.
At least in this descent that began with infidelity, we are still by each other's side, continuing to love in a distorted yet real way.
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