My wife and I met inside college campus and have been in a very good relationship, we have been together for eight years.
My wife according to the type should belong to the kind of intellectual women, bachelor’s degree, foreign language is very good, very gentle and very virtuous, the university campus inside a lot of boys to pursue.
My wife is 162cm tall and has gained a bit more weight since we got married than she used to, about a hundred pounds I think, but at 27 years old this year she actually has more of a mature flavor.
She liked to dye her cerulean wavy hair, had a very innocent face, wore gold-rimmed near-sighted glasses, well-proportioned body shape, 34C cups, wore a very suitable lipstick as well as eye-liner, and was totally a sensible white-collar worker.
Maybe it’s true that we have been together for too long, I gradually lost the passion for sex with her, then I saw on the network there are a lot of articles about the exchange of couples and wife dedication, I was deeply impressed by the scenes and psychological feelings described in those words, I feel that if I let my wife be played by other strange men, it’s really very exciting and stimulating.
At first I always fantasize about it myself, but as I watch more and more, I found that I really have been obsessed with it, unable to extricate myself from it, and usually have no interest in having sex with my wife, and then I secretly went online to find some chat friends to start exchanging ideas.
At first, to be honest, I was still relatively sensible, I just wanted to chat on the Internet with strangers who did not know my identity to pour out my thoughts and vent my desires. I knew it was an immoral and unrealistic idea, and even betrayed my wife, and was very sorry for her, because I realized that I don’t like exchanging partners at all, what I like is to let someone else play with my wife for nothing, and I get nothing, and only this way I am very excited.
However, my online male chat buddies always try to guide me and stimulate me after knowing my tendency, making me feel more and more intensely needy.
They asked me to develop little by little, at first they asked me to introduce my wife in detail, then they asked me to show them photos of my wife, and then they asked to see my wife in the video. Every time I want to refuse, want to stop, but unfortunately every time can not resist that strong psychological temptation, once and for all to meet the requirements of those netizens.
They all said it was to help me have the pleasure I needed psychologically, when in fact I knew that what they really wanted was just my wife, but in my heart I agreed.
Every time I fulfilled their demands without my wife’s knowledge, I felt a strong sense of humiliation and guilt, and I gradually realized that it was this feeling of shame that was the pleasure I was seeking.
After a period of time, I in the QQ “absolute privacy” room by chance to meet a chat friend, he is 42 years old, and I in the same city, is a corporate management.
In the past, I used to chat with people who deliberately avoided being in the same city, but this middle-aged man seemed to understand the mentality of people like me very well, and every time, he gave me very strong pleasure and excitement of shame.
After a period of time, I built a trusting relationship with him and fixedly communicated with him only online.
To put my mind at ease, he told me everything about him, and we’ve seen each other many times inside the video, and then usually in voice communication.
He said that I was a lover of mind-mutilation and visual rape, that I could only stimulate my inner nerves of arousal when I allowed my most beloved woman, my wife, to be played with and humiliated by others.
I took his comment as well.
He asked me to give him a lot of pictures of my wife and also secretly showed him my wife a couple times on video and I told him my wife’s name truthfully.
Here, I’ll call my wife “Swallow”!
Every time I gave my wife something I felt very aroused and disturbed but couldn’t resist. Then every time he had to say nasty things to me inside the voice that insulted my wife and told me to tell me that I didn’t have to pretend I didn’t like it, he said he knew I liked it when he did that.
He would tell me directly that he was looking at my wife’s picture and masturbating, and calling my wife’s name and asking me to say something very humiliating to thank him for insulting my wife. I was so lost that I went along with him in insulting my wife.
It was talking about this that made me realize that I was surprisingly hard down there.
He told me that the content was just a game and that it wouldn’t exist after the game, and I accepted that.
Then the play became more and more exaggerated, and I was often asked to kneel down and request him to insult my wife before he could do so, otherwise he would stop chatting. I also took many private photos of my wife’s family on my own with a digital camera for his enjoyment as he requested, and my wife thought it was just me who liked to take them and didn’t reject me.
She loves me very much and she is very understanding about sex, she is willing to let me have pleasure and let me shoot as much as I want. I feel sorry for her every time, because she doesn’t know yet that I’m giving it to other men to enjoy after I shoot it.
(ii) Bringing the wife to the meeting
After a period of time of online wife offering, I also got used to this half-true and half-fake way of playing, and during this time I also gained a lot of pleasure and excitement, and sometimes when making love with my wife I would unconsciously fantasize about him being played by someone else.
One day he suddenly asked me to bring my wife to meet him so that we could get to know each other. At first I thought it was not a good idea, but he explained that it would be a dinner party for friends, with only four of them, and that he would bring his wife, too, as a way of making friends. I agreed.
It was a Saturday night, I told my wife that I was going out to dinner with a friend, my wife asked what kind of friend, I explained that it was a recent contact with a customer, the relationship is good, and asked to have dinner together. My wife was not skeptical and began to put on her makeup in preparation to go with me to the dinner.
My wife put on her makeup very carefully, she was already very pretty and elegant, and she was even more beautiful after she put on her makeup. Then my wife changed into a white suit, which I bought for her on her birthday, the fabric was very good, and the skirt was very flattering and showed her figure.
Looking at my wife who was dressed so beautifully, I don’t know why, but I felt extraordinarily excited mentally thinking that the person I would take her to see later would be a man who liked to molest her.
When we arrived at the restaurant where we had an appointment, I found that the couple was already sitting inside waiting for us. After exchanging pleasantries, they served the food and started eating, and there was nothing unusual about it, it was just like a normal friend’s dinner.
During the meeting he kept praising me for being blessed to have married such a beautiful wife, and in the middle of the meeting he repeatedly and quietly asked about the lingerie my wife was wearing today, and said that seeing her in real life was even prettier than in the photos, and that he would love to fuck her.
(iii) First attempt
In fact, right after our last ordinary meeting, I felt a subtle change in my psyche, I couldn’t tell what it was at the time. After that, I still kept in touch with him online.
We had a long conversation one weekend night and he asked me if I wanted to really try it once. I said yes, but there was no way I could open up to my wife about something like that. He said he understood, but said there was a way he could make it happen, it was up to me if I was truly willing to offer my wife to him.
I asked him to give me his idea and if it did work, I offered to cooperate with him in trying it once.
He asked me to first tell my wife about the many couples swapping nowadays, so that my wife would have a preliminary understanding, and then asked me to ask my wife if she would be willing to swap while having sex with her, so that as long as my wife had one slip of the tongue and said yes, we could proceed with the attempt.
In fact, he told me that it was not an exchange of couples with me at all, it was just him toying with my wife, but he wanted me to tell my wife that it was an exchange, so that it would be easier for my wife to psychologically accept and balance.
I listened and said I could try what he said, so I really first told my wife about how I had seen a lot of exchange couples from the internet and how it felt.
My wife expressed great surprise and asked me if I accepted this. I said that I felt very excited, so my wife realized that I preferred this kind, and did not say anything, probably thinking that I was just talking.
Then I talked to my wife about this topic when I went to bed at night for the next few days. Wife itself quality is very good, in fact, sex is also relatively open and understanding, but only to me, and then I always ask her attitude towards wife swapping, she said she does not oppose others to do so, but she can not accept, and she is not willing to do with other women.
After a few days of exchanging ideas with my wife, I went online and told him about my wife’s idea, and he asked me to show my wife some erotic novels about exchanging couples, and then to find a suitable opportunity to put forward my idea, so I downloaded a few of the more exciting ones written on the Internet, and intentionally asked my wife to come over to see how other people do it together.
I left my wife to sit at the computer by herself and watch it while I walked away, but I noticed that she was more engaged in watching it as well, and watched a few of the ones I had downloaded.
When the evening came I asked her again how she felt about watching it. She said it was sick and couldn’t take it.
After a week or so of this, one night my wife and I were cuddling after sex, and I thought this might be a good time to tell her how much I liked the idea of swapping couples, and how exciting I found it to add to the passion of the sex.
My wife felt very surprised to hear this and then stopped talking, looking very upset. I knew at the time that I was sure to hurt her feelings by saying such things, but the words were already out of my mouth and there was nothing I could do about it.
I said I was sorry and then without further conversation with each other, turned off the light and went to bed.
I felt bad for actually saying it that night, and now it’s definitely hurting her and I regret it.
The next day my wife didn’t speak to me, we both became silent and it went on like that for days.
By the time Friday rolled around, we still hadn’t said much as usual, and my mood became so depressed that I was in bed and ready to go to sleep by 10pm.
It wasn’t long before my wife went to bed as well, and we turned out the lights, still not talking much to each other.
Suddenly my wife asked me, “Do you not love me anymore?”
“No, I really love you! Believe me!”
My wife suddenly hugged me with a tender look on her face, “I saw that you have ignored me for the past few days, and I know that it is hard for me because you are feeling bitter because of the things you said to me. I don’t want you to feel bad for me, do you really like the exchange?” I heard my wife say softly to me.
I said, “Yes, frankly I do like that feeling, but you can’t accept it. Forget it, let’s not talk about it.”
“Do you know why I’ve been feeling bad these past few days? It’s not really because of what you said, it’s because I think you like to swap because you don’t love me anymore!”
“Yanyan, it’s not, I really love you, just like before. I like this not because I don’t love you, you know?”
“Then why do you? Do you love me enough to want me to be with another man?”
“Yanyan, I really love you, just like before, it hasn’t changed at all, but I do feel like I don’t have the passion I used to have after a long time. You’ve read those articles on the internet, I find them very exciting, I just want to arouse that impulse and passion from before. To be honest, if you really did do it with other men, I would be heartbroken, but at the same time I would be inexplicably excited and feel like I could arouse my passion. That’s what I thought, that’s why I brought it up with you the other day, I hope you don’t misunderstand me.”
We had another period of silence after that, but my wife still hugged me.
“I don’t blame you anymore, I can understand you.”
“You really don’t blame me?”
“Yes, I don’t blame you anymore. As long as you truly love me. If you really want to, I can promise you that, but I still don’t like it, and I’m only willing to do it for the love of you.”
I was so shaken up that my wife actually said yes!
The next day I went online and told him that my wife had agreed to the practice of swapping couples.
He was also very excited to hear about it and masturbated right then and there looking at pictures of my wife online.
He told me to implement one as soon as possible and told my wife that the exchange was with him and that he was available at all times.
After half a month, I told my wife one night, “If I find a suitable person, are you really willing?”
“As long as it’s you who loves me and you want me to do it I can accept it. But I do not like this, just for you to find the feeling you like.” My wife seemed to have sensed that I had found someone, and then asked me, “Honey, have you really found someone?”
“Yes, found it.”
“So are you enjoying doing it with his wife?”
In fact, I did not exchange other people’s wives, just for the sake of my wife can feel a little balanced mentally, I said: “Yes, although his wife is older than me, can make me feel impulsive. He also agreed to exchange with me, I now want to ask if you are still willing?”
“I already promised you last time, as long as you really like it. I’m only doing this for the love of you.”
Seeing that my wife really agreed, I hurriedly said, “Then I’ll make an appointment with them this Saturday, is that okay?”
“Whatever.”
I was feeling very complicated, both the excitement of my wife’s promise, and the pain of immediately letting her be possessed by other men, in short, it was more complicated.
That night I went online and told him that it could be done this Saturday.
I asked him where would be a better place to do it and he said just at my house. At first I thought this was not good, how could I let my wife be possessed by another man right at home? But he insisted, and said that only in my wife’s familiar environment, for her to be able to relax and accept.
It made sense to me, so I agreed.
I couldn’t sleep that night, how could I let a strange man enter my room and possess my wife? It was horrible! But I didn’t refuse. What was wrong with me?
Turning to Saturday, we arranged for him to come to my house at 5:00 p.m., have dinner here, and get started.
My wife asked me why he came alone. I understood what she meant when she asked this question. My wife thought we were exchanging, so why didn’t the other wife come? I quickly explained: “He came to my house on Saturday and asked me to go to his house on Sunday.” My wife didn’t say anything else.
My wife put on a pair of floral skinny sevens and a short sleeve t-shirt and started cooking.
I really feel cheap, making my wife cook for someone else and having her sleep with him.
(iv) Feelings of Wife Dedication
He came right on time, and it was almost 5:00 p.m. when the doorbell rang.
This time a shudder ran through me when I heard the doorbell because I knew the man I opened the door to greet in was here to toy with my wife.
My wife was in the kitchen, so I went in and told her, “He’s here.”
My wife looked at me and didn’t say anything, and I saw that my wife’s expression was also very complicated at this time, and I wondered what kind of feelings she was having right now.
After a quick hello to my wife, I went to answer the doorbell phone and asked if it was really him, so I pressed the electric button for the door to the downstairs unit.
My family lives on the 11th floor, and soon this middle-aged man, who was both familiar and strange to me, appeared at the door of my house. I did not close the door, just outside the steel fine security door closed, he came to the door rushed inside beckoned, I saw and went over to open the iron door, I feel in my heart as if he has broken through my last spinning line like.
He came in and first exchanged pleasantries with me, and then asked where my wife was, and when I said I was cooking in the kitchen, he smiled with great satisfaction and said, “Your wife is really good! You are so lucky!”
I looked at the expression on his face feeling shivering inside, yes, it was such a virtuous, beautiful wife that I had to offer to let another man take possession of!
He seems to be more natural, seems to be very experienced, sat down for a while he got up and said to go to the kitchen to say hello to my wife first, and then pushed open the door to the kitchen to my wife said: “Hello, in cooking ah, need help?”
I didn’t hear how my wife replied, only that he nodded politely, then closed the door and retreated, and sat down to chat with me again. In fact, I was simply out of my mind, feeling very confused, and my heart had been very nervous feeling.
He made small talk with me and then got to the point, as if he had been chatting with him online before, except now it was face to face and in my home, and he had a good grasp of my psyche, knowing full well that what I was after was a sense of shame at being humiliated.
He asked me, “Do you agree that your wife and I should do it inside your bedroom after dinner? In the bed where you usually make love.”
“Yes, I agree.”
He probably felt that this ordinary conversation was no longer enjoyable, so he asked me, “Can we talk in the other room? So as not to be disturbed by your wife here.”
I gave my consent, and led him to my little study, and had locked the door from the inside.
When he went in he first sat down and then said to me, “I now wish you to kneel before me and speak to me, kneel down!”
I was suddenly feeling confused and immediately fell to my knees for some reason.
He smiled in satisfaction : “I knew you liked the humiliation. Tell me, right?”
“Yes, you’re right!”
“When I do it with your wife later, do you wish to watch or recuse yourself?”
“I wish you could let me see you guys do it.”
He smiled again and said: “In fact, I also like you to watch me fuck your wife, but not today, because for the first time I’m afraid that you are present your wife will be uncomfortable, later I will go into the bedroom with your wife after I will lock the door from the inside of the room, you will be in the living room to listen to her moan! Agreed?”
“Okay, I agree.”
“Uh, so later on would you like me to be gentle or rough with your wife?”
“I don’t know, whatever.”
“If you just let me, I’m sure I won’t be polite when I go down on you, your wife will have a hard time under me, won’t you thank me for the pleasure I’m giving you?”
“Yes, thank you!”
“If you let me fuck you a few more times, your wife will one day willingly serve as my cathartic tool, would you like that?”
“I do.”
Speaking of which, my wife called me from inside the living room to say it was time to eat, so we ended this conversation, opened the door and walked out.
The table in the living room was already set with dishes and food, and he praised my wife extremely, but my wife’s expression did not smile, and obviously her heart was also very complicated and embarrassed, because he knew that this man was not an ordinary guest.
The three of them didn’t have anything extra to say at dinner, the atmosphere seemed a bit awkward, but he seemed to be very liberal and kept finding something to talk about.
It wasn’t long before the meal was finished and I helped my wife clear the table as I usually do, but today there was an extra man who politely helped.
After everything was over, he said quietly to me: “I can’t help but want to fuck your wife right now, she’s really pretty, tell her to take a shower first!”
I nodded my head in agreement, then I quietly said to my wife, “Yanyan, it’s getting late, why don’t you go take a shower first?”
I saw my wife bite her lip gently, hesitant and conflicted, but she said nothing and stood up and went to the bedroom to get her clothes and get ready for the shower.
When his wife went into the bathroom, he asked me, “Where does your wife put the clothes she changes out of after a shower?”
When I heard that, my heart was flustered again, he is indeed very good at playing with women, even my wife’s underwear. I told him that my wife usually takes a shower and changes her clothes inside the automatic washing machine in the bathroom and washes them later, so I don’t know if it will be the same today.
I finished only to see him get up and gently walk to the bathroom door, right in front of my face to put his ear on the door to eavesdrop on the inside of my wife bathing sound, listen to a while, he actually blatantly lying on the ground through the gap between the door panel and the ground to peep inside.
I kept my silence and patience about what was happening in front of me.
After a while he came back over to me and said, “Now you show me your wife’s closet, the lingerie of a woman of your wife’s class must be very much appreciated.”
I felt that I would probably agree to anything he asked for at this point, I was willing to give him my wife now, what did I care about anything else? So I took him into the bedroom and opened the drawer where my wife kept her underwear.
He saw my wife’s clothes appeared extraordinarily excited, said: “Your wife is really a very tasteful woman ah, clothes are very classy, I like.” Said he hands out a wife’s black lace panties, right in front of me to make a sniff up, and then even pulled out the cunt ciliary, my wife’s lace underwear wrapped around the top of the sleeve up.
After a couple of fucks, he suddenly demanded that I get on my knees in front of him again, and then asked me to take my wife’s panties and lash my cuntal loins for him while he took another pair of her white panties with his free hand and ran his tongue over them.
Instead, I never said a word or refused all his requests, the 42 year old middle-aged man in front of me made me feel a sense of shame I had never felt before, but I was strangely aroused inside in a strange way.
I took a look at his pubic lashes and they were really, really thick, probably twice as big as mine, and I was really worried that my wife wouldn’t be able to handle it. His pubic hair was very thick and his body was a bit fat, probably from living well with a protruding belly.
He soon asked for an end to it though, as he didn’t want my wife to see such a scene at the moment for fear that she would break down all at once.
I stood up and put away my wife’s clothes, closed the drawers, and sat with him in the living room watching TV, waiting for her to come out of the shower.
About another ten minutes or so, my wife finally finished washing and opened the door to come out, she changed into a coffee-colored halter nightgown, her hair is wet, exudes a charming aroma, see I am very moved. I suddenly realized that my wife was so beautiful, and now looks very charming, perhaps she does not notice it!
My wife gave me a very deep look as she came out and passed through the living room, and I could tell through her eyes that she really loved me very much. She must have very mixed feelings right now that she is going to have sex with a 42 year old stranger today, in her own home, in her own bedroom, with my knowledge and permission, and not out of her own will.
My wife didn’t linger in the living room or speak at that time and silently went into the bedroom, but she didn’t close the door.
At this point he asked to also borrow my bathroom to take a shower, I brought him a new towel, before he went into the bathroom and said to me: “I’ll be done soon, ask your wife to put on a little makeup can? I like the look of women after makeup, and your wife’s makeup is very good, looks very classy, very noble women.”
He quickly went into the bathroom and washed up, I think he might be in there right now rummaging through my wife’s panties that she had just changed into?
Taking advantage of his absence, I went into the bedroom, and saw my wife sitting silently in front of the dresser looking at the mirror, I gently put my hands on her shoulders, and softly said: “Yan Yan, I’m sorry, I really like this alternative feeling, but if you really can’t accept it, tell me now, okay? It’s not too late to back out.”
The wife was silent for a while and said, “Do you expect me to back out? That’s it, you don’t have to say anymore.”
When I heard my wife say that, I actually felt a special sense of pain in my heart, pain that went deep into my heart. To be honest, my heart was beating very fast at that time.
After a while I told my wife: “Yanyan, you put on makeup, I like to see you put on makeup, I want you to stay beautiful at all times.”
My wife did not make a sound, but I saw her pick up the foundation and start to put on the makeup …… I watched for a while and then turned around and walked out of the bedroom, and closed the door for her, because I feel in my heart that this bedroom does not belong to me now.
I had just come out of the living room and sat down when he came out of the shower, wearing a white bathrobe that I keep inside the bathroom that I usually wear.
I told him to wait. My wife is in there right now putting on her makeup.
Instead, he asked me, “Did your wife say she wouldn’t let me see her put on makeup?”
I said, “I didn’t say, but …….”
“Don’t you but, I like to see women in action with their makeup.” He finished not caring at all what I thought and pushed the door straight open and walked into the bedroom, he didn’t close the door, probably hoping I would see it now!
I was sitting on the living room couch directly across from the bedroom when I just saw him walk up behind my wife and look at her for a moment, and my wife didn’t react.
He said, “Sorry to bother you. I like to see the action of women make-up, I think it is very beautiful, even more beautiful than after make-up. Can I also call you Yan Yan?”
My wife still didn’t say anything, so he didn’t say anything else either, just stood there quietly watching her put on her makeup bit by bit.
I felt that after a long time, my wife finally finished her makeup, only to see that she then picked up the hairdryer and started blow-drying her hair.
At this point he went over to my wife and said, “Yanyan, can I blow dry your hair?”
I guess this man does have a lot of experience with women! My heart almost popped out of my chest as I nervously watched my wife’s response.
My wife still didn’t make a sound, but the man had reached over to get the hairdryer. As their hands touched, my wife let go of her hand so that he could get the hairdryer and start blow-drying my wife’s hair.
My wife’s hair was fine, dyed a cerulean color and wavy down to a little below her shoulders. He held up the hair dryer in his right hand and stroked his wife’s long hair with his left, very carefully, and my wife still didn’t move, just sat there and let him manipulate her hair.
About ten minutes, maybe my wife’s hair has dried, he turned off the hair dryer, placed on the table. Then he held his wife’s shoulders with both hands, and began to gently kiss the freshly blow-dried hair, saying very tenderly, “Yan Yan, you are really beautiful, my heart was moved the first time I saw you. To have the opportunity to be with you is the honor of my life.” Saying that, he hugged his wife, and little by little he started kissing her neck and shoulders.
I couldn’t see my wife’s expression at the moment, except that she didn’t resist or hold back at all, and I think she was already determined to endure what was going to happen today.
While I was fuming, he suddenly picked up his wife in one go and turned to me, and I was suddenly left with a feeling of heartbreak.
It was the first time I’d ever watched my wife get picked up by another man right there in her sexy pajamas, and I knew what was going to happen next.
My wife’s face was to the outside and I could see her face, but she had closed her eyes tightly. He was holding my wife like that, looking at me, and coming towards the bedroom door, and I was so dumbfounded that I could hardly breathe.
As he walked to the bedroom door with my wife in his arms, he smiled wryly at me and closed the door with his foot. “There was a click of the door, followed by a click, and the bedroom door had been unlocked from the inside, locking me out.
At this point I feel like I have a particularly complex heart right now, but it’s unusually exciting, but also heartache, regret, shame, excitement …… In short, I know that what I’m feeling right now is what I wanted to experience before.
After the door to the room closed, I honestly felt that the thrill of excitement far outweighed the heartache of my wife being played with.
I had a sudden urge to get up, I stood up and went to the bedroom door, posting my ear firmly on the door, I wanted to hear every move he made towards my wife inside.
I had just reached the door when I heard my wife’s first sound from inside the bedroom: “Ah ……”
I shuddered when I heard it, not really knowing what he had done to make my wife make an “ah” sound. But I was sure that he was now beginning to occupy my wife.
I really don’t know how Yan Yan she is now. But I was still very excited and I unconsciously started masturbating.
I couldn’t believe myself anymore as I lay on my back in the doorway peering and masturbating knowing that my wife was being played with inside the room.
I masturbated as I leaned over the door panel and listened intently, hoping I could guess the scene inside by the sounds emanating from within.
As a husband, my wife was actually being toyed with by another man in the bedroom of our home in front of me and I was willingly locked out of the room.
I could hear the man’s ragged panting now, and I thought he must be greedily kissing and savoring every part of my wife. My wife, however, made no sound, at least not that I could hear, and if she did it was so tiny that she must have been gritting her teeth.
After a few minutes, I heard another “ah” from my wife, followed by the sound of the mattress rising and falling, and I knew that he must have inserted his thick cock into my wife and was thrusting vigorously.
My breathing became rapid, the speed of masturbation also accelerated, I subconsciously actually very much hope that he roughly ravaged my wife, do not have the slightest pity. I have gone crazy, I abandoned all moral restraints, my heart shouted: fuck her! Fuck her to your heart’s content! Let her be conquered by you.
It went on for a long time inside, “Don’t ……” was my wife’s voice again. But those two words were said in what sounded like a very short burst, as if her mouth had been gagged by something before she’d even finished completely.
Yes, I know, it must be that he was about to cum and forced my wife to suck his cock, or rather the man forced his cuntal loins into Yann Yann’s mouth, gagging her from speaking.
Yes, I think I guessed correctly, and then I could tell by hearing my wife moaning continuously from inside her nose. He was so rough, usually my wife seldom gives me oral sex, but today she would be forced into her mouth, and it was just after intercourse, and I don’t know if he had a condom on, I forgot to think about it all beforehand. But it’s too late to say anything now, I can only accept and endure what happened.
After about another ten minutes or so, I just heard the man grunt, and my wife moaned several times along with him, I think he must have ejaculated directly into her mouth. At this point I also finally couldn’t hold back and masturbated myself and ejaculated, I ejaculated a lot and felt an unprecedented thrill and satisfaction, guilty pleasure.
(v) After the offering of a wife
I masturbated and ejaculated myself after hearing the man’s ejaculatory grunts from the bedroom doorway. It was quiet in there for a moment, and I knew he must be resting on top of my wife. My mood seemed to calm down a little, so I walked over to the couch in the living room and sat down again, waiting for when the man would come out of my bedroom.
After about ten minutes or so, I think, the door to the room in front of me, which had been closed for nearly an hour, finally opened, and I saw him walk out with a very satisfied expression, casually closing the door again.
My brain felt blank, only to see him walked to my front and said: “I have just fucked your wife, are you excited?” I answered him as if I were programmed to do so: “Yes, I’m very excited.”
His expression suddenly became very serious and he said, “Kneel down! You lowly man!” I don’t know why, but when I heard his words, my legs gave out and I fell to my knees at the feet of this man – a man who had just raped my wife.
I felt the blood rush to my head all at once, I felt like I had lost all my dignity in front of this man, and I felt unprecedentedly humiliated.
Just then, he continued, “Now it’s time for you to thank me and say a few words!”
I was unconscious at the moment and said in a trembling voice, “Yes, I thank you for raping my wife, thank you! You have worked hard.”
He listened to the satisfied nod, and then to my legs apart: “Your wife is really beautiful ah! The skin is delicate, white and smooth, the breasts are very elastic, and almost no areola, only two small nipples. She has never had a baby, so her vagina is very tight! I had a great day and ejaculated a lot, right in your wife’s mouth and got her to swallow it. Oh …… you can go see her now, but crawl over my crotch.”
I could hardly believe my ears when I heard that, and while I was hesitating, he shouted at me again, “Crawl!” I felt as if there was an irresistible force that made me crawl over the crotch of the man who had just raped my wife in such a humiliating manner.
He saw me crawling over and smiled with satisfaction : “Alright, I’m leaving, take good care of her, I’ll fuck her again next time.” Said he opened the door and left.
I froze for a moment before I seemed to come to my senses again, I slowly pushed open the bedroom door and I saw that the bed was a mess, my wife was lying on her back naked and hugging the blankets, her hair was loose, and it was obvious from the look of it that her hair had been pulled hard. Her face was buried deep in the blanket, as if she didn’t want to face the world again. A pair of my wife’s pink panties had been thrown on the floor, and her coffee-colored pajamas had been thrown a short distance away, so it was obvious that he really hadn’t been polite to my wife.
Seeing what was in front of me made my heart ache, but it was something I had initially expected. I walked over and hugged my wife, at which point she suddenly jumped into my arms and cried, I didn’t say anything, I didn’t know what to say.
After a while, my wife gradually calmed down, she buried her head in my arms do not want to be seen by me: “Do you really still love me?”
I stroked her hair and said, “Yanyan, I know you’re doing this for me, I’ll only love you more, really!”
After saying that I lifted her head, my wife’s face was covered with a humiliated expression, instead I thought she was so beautiful now. I kissed her lips lightly and felt the fishy smell of semen, my heart ached for a moment, but I didn’t say anything, I just hoped that my wife could recover as soon as possible.
After a while, my wife said, “I want to take a shower.” I feel that she seems to have recovered from the state of confusion and loss just now, “Okay, you go, don’t think too much.” In this way, my first wife offering is considered to be over.
When my wife came out of the shower, I thought back to the scene of her being played by others today, suddenly unusually excited, pulled over my wife and did it violently ……
The next Sunday, I lied to my wife that I was going to the man’s house to meet his wife, and then left the house to go out for the night, and when I came back my wife didn’t ask any questions, and our life went back to normal for a few days after that.
A few days later, I was left alone again late one night in my study surfing the internet and met the man who asked me if I wanted to know how he fucked my wife. I said I’d love to know.
He said that after he closed the door he laid my wife on the bed and my wife just closed her eyes tightly kozo. He first touched my wife all over her body through her nightgown, then licked and kissed every part of her body, and then took off my wife’s pink panties, at which point my wife’s face turned bright red with shame.
He pulled up his wife’s pajamas, a pounced on sucking up my wife’s pussy, shocked my wife “ah” screamed, he heard his wife’s screams seem more excited, regardless of my wife’s avoidance and struggle, forcing his tongue into his wife’s vagina desperately licking and sucking. He said that my wife at first a little struggle, and then the whole body soft, lying on the bed writhing and moaning.
Not long after, he found that my wife had already oozed a lot of liquid down there, and he knew that although my wife was reluctant in her heart, after all, the stimulation of her fleshly instincts was something she could not resist. I think the moment my wife’s vagina was oozing love juice began, she had been forced to devote her body and mind to this alternative sex.
After realizing that my wife’s vagina was already wet, he didn’t hesitate to thrust his long erected thick cock into her at once, and my wife screamed in pain, she had never been penetrated by such a thick strange cunt before. He didn’t have the slightest bit of mercy at that moment, instead he lifted up my wife’s legs so that he could penetrate even deeper.
He told me that the more pain he saw on my wife’s face, the more excited he became and the more he felt the thrill of conquest.
He pressed down on my wife and penetrated her for about ten minutes then all of a sudden he took my wife on top of him and made her sit on top of him, then switched to the behind position. He said my wife’s ass was white and sexy when she was on her back and felt great.
He said that the last is holding my wife ass fuck, and then really can not help to shoot, he suddenly pulled up my wife’s hair, his wife was suddenly pulled hair, could not help but “ah” screamed out, he took the opportunity to the cunt ciliary stuffed into her mouth, and stained with vaginal fluids inside.
He said that looking at my wife’s exquisite face after makeup and her crystal pink lipstick coated mouth containing his cock, he felt particularly excited and immediately ejaculated. My wife struggled to move her mouth away at this moment, but her head was held down by his death grip, so she could only let a stream of this man’s cum shoot into her mouth.
After shooting he still did not pull the cunt out of my wife’s mouth, and asked her to swallow the semen, of course, my wife did not want, he said: “If you do not swallow, I will always be in your mouth. And here is the bedroom, you can spit the semen where? Aren’t you afraid that your husband will find out? Would you like him to know that I ejaculated in your mouth?”
My wife hesitantly swallowed it anyway after hearing that, and he proceeded to thrust a few more times before finally pulling out. My wife then lay on the bed sobbing, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation. And he said that seeing my wife cry made him feel especially excited and satisfied instead, and told me to arrange the next time as soon as possible.
(to be continued)