Tonight, my wife belongs to someone else (Wife and mature adult novel)

After sending the kids to their grandparents' house, I took advantage of the company's compensatory day off today to relax at home with my wife. We each sat on the sofa and read our favorite books. My wife's single chair allowed her to half-recline her back and cross her legs comfortably.

Seeing her wearing only hot pants with her legs on the mat, I was glad that the curves of her legs have not changed since I met her, they are still so symmetrical and smooth. I was attracted by her beautiful legs when we first met, which made me suspect that I had a leg fetish. But her 164-centimeter figure is not just about beautiful legs. Her charming and mature face looks even hotter when she puts on makeup. With an oval face, big bright eyes and a cherry mouth, her beauty is comparable to any star on the screen. And her figure remains mouth-watering even after giving birth, especially her breasts which have noticeably increased by a cup size during the childbirth process. Due to breastfeeding, her breasts are not as firm as when she was young and have become a little soft. However, when she walks, her breasts are even more turbulent, rising and falling softly, which often makes passing men feel itchy.

She crossed her legs and placed her hands on her flat belly, reading a foreign romance novel. Her soft breasts were right in front of the book, and her central bra lifted her breasts up. Anyone who saw her would want to take a second look.

As I watched, I began to fantasize about the situation that I had discussed several times with my wife. It would be such a thrill if a stranger were making love with my wife in front of me. Whenever we make love, I always whisper in my wife's ear about other men thrusting into her. She will also cooperate and express her deepest and wildest desires. Enjoying sex with handsome young foreign men is her ultimate moral defense. She wants to be held in his arms, cared for and caressed.

Imagine a handsome foreign man meeting a married woman in a foreign country. The wife is finally conquered, and all morals and norms collapse overnight. In the dark room, the handsome foreign man sometimes gently and sometimes violently invades the wife's private parts, and the wife also enjoys being teased by the foreign man without reservation and makes the most wild postures and movements.

Of course, all of that was secretly shared between the two of us in the midst of passion, and the chance of realizing it in real life was slim. While I was immersed in fantasy, I thoughtlessly told my beautiful wife a proposal for tonight. Since the children are not at home tonight, why don't we take the opportunity to regain our former passion and meet at a pub we used to go to, put aside the pressure of real life, and enjoy our own world tonight.

Of course my wife happily accepted the long-awaited invitation, as she hadn't appeared in such an occasion for a long time, and she was full of anticipation. She was already browsing her closet early on about clothes to wear tonight. After being a wife and mother for some time, I have long lost touch with the clothes I wore to parties. I took out a few dresses that I used to wear often but was hesitant to put them on because I thought they were too sexy or too revealing and would highlight the parts of my body that I was not satisfied with.

I am very confident about her figure, so when she tries on clothes, I will stand by and give her advice while admiring my wife's exquisite figure. I also kept cheering her up and giving her confidence, letting her know that her figure would be envied by so many girls and drooled over by so many boys. It was a rare opportunity to go out wearing these clothes, so she shouldn't be shy about it. She would be back in a few hours anyway, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

She gradually gained confidence and let down her guard, putting on a light, floral cotton dress that I had picked out for her. The skirt was about mid-thigh, not too revealing but revealing enough to spark speculation. There is a big V-neck on her chest, and one-third of her breasts are squeezed into a deep cleavage by her lace bra. The soft flesh rises and falls like waves with my wife's every move. Looking up from the cleavage to the collarbone and the slender neck, the skin is so tight, and the small sapphire pendant hanging on the chest echoes the flawlessness.

Wearing dark red nail polish and stepping on skin-colored high heels with stiletto heels, we embarked on a rare world of two people in the colorful night.

We took a car to the pub we used to frequent. There were already quite a few customers gathered in the store, and it was very noisy. Everywhere there were foreigners toasting and chatting, and couples cuddling each other. Yes, my daydreams drove the devil within me, and I returned to this store with my wife to satisfy my cravings in this store where a high percentage of foreigners were present, allowing both of us to experience situations similar to those in our fantasies.

In the eyes of foreigners, Chinese people always have a slim and graceful figure with long beautiful legs. Compared with their tall figures, the girls here appear much smaller. Most of the girls who are willing to come to this store have an admiration for these imported products from abroad.

When I opened the door and let my wife enter the store first, many pairs of eyes fell on her. My wife's high heels tapped lightly on the floor, and her elegant legs attracted more attention with every step she took. The lights in the store seemed to sway with every twist of her waist and hips.

To be honest, my wife's appearance is one of the best in the whole store. Most of the girls present were heavily made-up and looked flashy, but my wife only wore light makeup. Her elegance and fresh temperament was enough to surpass all the hot girls present.

We found a seat at the bar and my wife ordered a cocktail. When the bartender handed the drink to my wife, he looked at her twice and asked her if she had been here before. My wife just smiled gently and said it was a long time ago.

The music was loud and the guests were noisy, so we all had to lean forward and raise our voices to talk to each other. I have been with my wife for so many years, and perhaps it was the alcohol that made me feel the same way when we first met again tonight. Her dress and appearance always ignited the fire in my heart. The guests nearby were always hanging around us, just to see my wife's beauty, her sexy outfit and her extraordinary temperament. Of course, their eyes would always fall on her cleavage and soft breasts, and then glance down at her curves below the waist. The high heels made her long legs look even more delicious.

After a few cocktails, my wife gradually got used to everyone's eyes. Her body swayed gently to the lively hip-hop music. The V-neck could not hide her inner beauty. Every sway attracted more attention.

When we stopped talking and were enjoying the music and the alcohol, a handsome foreign man suddenly appeared next to her and wanted to chat with her. The foreigner greeted my wife in his limited Chinese, and my wife just turned around and nodded in response. The scenery of the V-neck was also clearly visible to him. After chatting for a few words, the foreigner wanted to buy my wife a drink, but my dear wife politely declined him because of me, and turned to tell me about this very short affair.

He is my cup of tea. My wife said with her eyes narrowed.

Then talk to him more. I replied to her.

Not good?

It’s okay. You don’t often have the chance to meet handsome foreign guys who want to chat with you. I’m here too, so you don’t have to worry.

It only feels weird because you're next to us! said my wife with a blushing face.

So should I leave the scene and leave you alone? Haha! I joked.

My wife also found it interesting. She didn't expect that after not being out and about for so many years, she could still be approached by a handsome guy. Her charm was still as strong as ever. She was also quite happy.

Under the influence of alcohol, my hands gradually became restless, and I kept touching my wife's thighs and waist. My wife seemed to be aroused and rubbed my knees gently with her calves. When we were drunk, I secretly bit my wife's earlobe while talking in her ear, letting my tongue tip skim the water in the vortex of her ear. She got goose bumps all over her body, pinched my thigh with one hand, tilted her head, closed her eyes and enjoyed it very much.

I think many people present here should have seen that what was originally a private boudoir fun was now being performed in front of the bar. Because of our secret affair, many people were looking at my wife more blatantly. My wife's chest was breathing deeply and her thighs were rubbing slightly, allowing everyone to stare at my wife's body that was about to burst out.

Sometimes I put my hands on my wife's waist and stroked it up and down. At this time, she did not refuse and enjoyed my teasing. I also deliberately put my palms on the sides of her chest and applied gentle pressure, allowing everyone to see a deeper cleavage. My wife also placed her slender hand with the wedding ring on my thigh, rubbing the inside of my thigh intentionally or unintentionally, and even restlessly stroked my swollen crotch several times.

The two of us were enjoying playing our little game in front of the bar, as if no one was around. We had both drunk quite a bit of wine, so we were already tipsy and flushed, ready to leave and go home to continue our night.

So after paying the bill, I left and went to the bathroom, while my wife sat alone in her seat, with her head tilted back, eyes closed, and a glass of wine in her hand, listening to music.

It was only a few minutes later. When I came out of the bathroom, I saw the handsome foreign guy who had just chatted with my wife sitting next to her. He really was persistent. Watching them chatting, I suddenly felt strange. Isn't this the scene in my dream?

I don't know where I got the courage from, but I didn't go towards the bar, but chose to move to the area with more people, taking this opportunity to fulfill my dream of peeping.

In the darkness in the distance, I saw a handsome foreign guy displaying his skills in picking up girls. He used his body language to talk and laugh in front of my wife. Sometimes he would lean close to my wife's face and speak in her ear, while my wife shyly lowered her head and nodded frequently. He ordered a drink for himself and his wife. My wife seemed to be enjoying this affair very much. She looked at the handsome man in front of her with her hazy but seductive eyes. She turned the wine glass that had just arrived with one hand and played with the hair by her ear with the other hand. It was obvious that she had a liking for the handsome man in front of her.

As they talked, the foreign man seemed to be getting closer and closer to my wife. When my wife turned around to taste the alcohol in her hand, the foreigner took the opportunity to look my wife up and down with an admiring look, as if he wanted to swallow my wife up on the spot.

The foreigner's body became increasingly restless. His knee deliberately touched my wife's thigh, and one hand was placed on the bar and slowly moved closer to my wife's arm. My wife seemed to sense the other party's intention and secretly looked towards the bathroom, probably looking for me. But what was suspicious was that when she didn't see me, her face hesitated for a moment but then had a relieved expression. Could it be that she was also enjoying my absence?

Perhaps because she was nervous, my wife drank her drink very quickly. The foreign handsome man ordered another glass of wine for them each. This time, the strange man plucked up his courage and gently placed his hand that was originally on the bar on my wife's upper arm. My wife straightened her body but did not mean to refuse. The handsome man knew that he had obtained his wife's tacit consent, and gently touched her skin with the back of his hand. And the other hand was not idle either, with fingers always wandering between her knees. He was even more intimate when talking, teasing his wife in her ear, making her giggle frequently.

Seeing that my wife was about to fall to the foreign man's offensive, it was time for the husband to step in to rescue her. When I decided to interrupt this affair, my wife's behavior made me suddenly at a loss, and I hesitated whether to move forward and snatch my wife back from the foreigner.

When the man was stroking his wife's arm, his wife's other hand was actually placed on the handsome man's wrist. The wedding ring was shining in her hand, but her palm was against a stranger's hand. The foreign man was talking in my wife's ear again, but I couldn't tell whether he was talking or kissing her ear. The earlobe that I had just kissed was now on another man's lips. My wife tilted her head, her eyelashes drooped, her mouth slightly open, and her expression was that of an infatuated person.

The handsome guy became bolder, and his hands that were originally on his arms now moved to the back. He hugged his wife gently and continued to rub her ears, while his hands kept kneading her shoulders and neck. The wife lifted her left leg and changed the position of her legs being crossed, while her fingertips rested on the handsome man's knee. The handsome foreign man looked from top to bottom. The deep V-neck could not cover too much skin, and the plump breasts were about to burst out with his wife's breathing.

Because my wife changed her sitting position, the neckline of her dress moved slightly to the side. Unexpectedly, this movement exposed the shoulder straps of her black bra. Of course the wife had no way of noticing it. When the man found out, he took the initiative to push the shoulder strap inside her clothes with his hands. This action made the wife's face blush. After getting married, no other man had had such intimate physical contact with her. She didn't expect that tonight she would let a foreign man touch her body in public and even adjust her underwear.

I thought it would be too unreasonable if I didn't show up. I couldn't just run away to pee and disappear forever, so I walked towards them. It was my wife who noticed me first. She pretended to be nonchalant and pulled her hand back. She straightened her body slightly and whispered to the other party that her husband was back. Unexpectedly, the handsome guy was so generous and nodded to me. I smiled without any hostility and apologized to my wife for being delayed in the bathroom.

So my wife introduced the handsome guy to me. He looked quite graceful and not timid. He praised my wife's beauty generously. My wife also lowered her head shyly at this time. We chatted with him for a while at the bar. My wife and I faced him. My hands kept wandering around my wife's waist and thighs, which made the foreign man feel itchy. This handsome guy was quite talkative and chatted with us cheerfully. He even took the initiative to ask us if we wanted to continue the conversation and chat somewhere else.

As we are both men, I knew very well the meaning behind his proposal. Could it be that our fantasy during sex would come true tonight? I did not answer. I looked at my wife, waiting for her to personally reject the temptation of this handsome guy. My wife's eyes flickered between me and the foreigner.

To my surprise, she said: I drank a lot, let's find a place to rest and chat.

I looked into her eyes with surprise, and she seemed to have no intention of backing off, and was about to stand up.

The foreign handsome guy was overjoyed. He immediately paid for the drinks and followed us out of the store without asking for change.

In the taxi, I kept replaying in my mind what had just happened and what was going to happen. This was something I absolutely could not have expected when I went out. My wife sat next to me with her arms around my arm. I looked at her again with a questioning look. She smiled at me calmly with a slightly drunken look, and then leaned on my shoulder until we reached our destination.

This is a very ordinary hotel that can be seen everywhere in the city. The three of us took the room keys. The corridor felt particularly long and nothing felt real from head to toe.

After entering the room, we opened the beer we had just bought at the convenience store downstairs. Although it was to liven up the atmosphere, it was actually just to give everyone courage. After a round of drinks, everyone relaxed again. Although the distance between my wife and the foreign hunk was not as close as in the bar, their thighs touched each other, which seemed normal.

After half an hour, no one seemed to want to take any action. As a husband, I should do something to bring us closer.

While chatting, I leaned against my wife's back, put my arms around her, and kissed her neck with my lips. The handsome guy did not hide his feelings, stared at my wife's body, and continued chatting with her. He plucked up the courage to take his wife's hand, gently played with her fingers, and massaged her arms.

I could feel my wife's breathing becoming more and more rapid. After all, it wasn't every day that foreigners played with her hands. She seemed embarrassed to move and sat on the sofa letting two men serve her. So in order to ease my wife's embarrassment and awkwardness, I left the table again and went to the bathroom. I left the door slightly open to fulfill my wife's rare affair.

I was observing my beloved wife's every move behind the half-open door. She lowered her head but stared at the handsome man with extremely shy eyes. The handsome man also looked into her eyes affectionately. After staring at each other for a full minute, the handsome man slowly approached my wife, gently lifted her chin, and gave her a deep kiss on the cheek.

It has been many years since other men kissed my wife's pretty face. This kiss made my wife's cheeks blush again. The foreign handsome man took advantage of the victory and began to leave very short but affectionate kisses on my wife's face with his lips. No part was left out; the nose, eyelids, forehead, ears and neck all bore the marks of the handsome man.

Finally, he held his wife's face with both hands and lightly touched his lips to her plump red lips. Like lightning, all taboos collapsed in an instant. The two pairs of lips were sticky like caramel. As their heads swayed, it seemed that while kissing passionately, one could see the tips of their tongues constantly exploring each other's deepest desires.

Even though my wife was feeling very excited, I could feel that everything below her neck was out of control. Perhaps the passion made her too nervous, causing her limbs to become stiff, and she allowed the handsome man to hug her body. The handsome man also knows how to flirt. He gently slides his fingers on his wife's back and waist. Occasionally, he takes his wife's hand and clasps their fingers together. Perhaps this has some soothing effect. Gradually, his wife's hand responds and gently holds the handsome man's wrist.

The foreigner took the opportunity to put his hand on my wife's thigh. The warmth of the stranger's palm seemed to help warm my wife's smooth skin. He rubbed it gently up and down. The handsome man's thumb sneaked into the skirt and took the opportunity to slowly push the skirt up, exposing more of my wife's thigh. This action made my wife's legs tightly together, and she closed her eyes and dared not open them.

Their passionate kiss continued without interruption. The wife seemed to be enjoying this exotic pair of lips. The handsome man slid his hand slowly upwards from the outside of her thigh, stroking her waist and savoring her curves. The restless fingers continued to climb up and touched the side of my wife's bra. My wife felt an electric shock again. She straightened her back, took a breath, and her breasts looked even more beautiful.

When the wife took a deep breath and pushed up her chest, the handsome man skillfully held her breasts with both hands. He did not use any pressure, but just held them gently with his big hands. The already sexy cleavage now had half of the breasts exposed. The fair skin made the foreigner stare at it and he said it was so beautiful.

He lifted his wife's breasts up and couldn't help but put his face into the cleavage, sucking the exposed breasts frequently, leaving pieces of strawberry on the delicate skin, and his entire chest was kissed red. Unable to bear the stimulation, my wife also put her arms around the handsome man's head, her slender fingers weaving through his brown curly hair, and her mouth and nose making some pleasant gasps, soft and rapid. My wife tilted her head back and let her hair fall behind her. Only then did I notice that her neck was also covered with red marks left by the foreigner.

The handsome man took his wife's hand and stood up. His hands had left his wife's plump breasts, and their lips met again, more intensely than before. The handsome man caressed his wife's buttocks with both hands through her thin dress, and pinched it a few times with a little force. Also because of the foreigner's experienced technique, the skirt, which was originally pulled up, moved up, revealing the sexy curve where the buttocks and thighs meet. The foreigner also deliberately pushed the skirt up further so that his hands could firmly pinch his wife's attractive buttocks.

The advantage of foreigners is that they are never impatient. They enjoy foreplay with my wife gently and softly, bathing each other in the wild passion. My wife seemed to have completely surrendered, and turned from passive to active. She kissed and caressed the handsome man very passionately. I haven't seen my wife so passionate and active in all these years.

The foreigner bent down and picked up my wife, and walked towards the bed. During the process, they kissed passionately without interruption. The man did not let go until my wife sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at her lovingly and put his hands on her waist. The foreigner asked her quietly, and my wife nodded shyly. The foreigner then slowly lifted up my wife's dress, revealing her abdomen and breasts, and then took it off through my wife's raised hands. The only things left on my wife's body to cover herself were her flesh-colored high heels, her black thong, her bra, and the sapphire necklace I gave her. She instinctively covered her belly with her hands.

The foreigner moved his wife's hands away and admired the body of this perfect wife. He also took off his shirt and trousers by himself. When he took off his underwear, the penis that seemed to be seen in adult movies popped out in front of us. It was not ridiculously big, but definitely much bigger than that of the average Asian, and it was not fully erect at this time.

My wife also stared at it when she saw it, and the foreigner was also very generous. He took my wife's hand and put it on his dick. My wife played with it with great interest, thinking that she didn't often have the opportunity to encounter such a big one. Then she obediently used her fingers to play with the foreigner's dick.

The foreigner closed his eyes and enjoyed his wife's technique. His wife also obediently stroked him back and forth. Only then did she have time to look towards the bathroom. She saw me watching such an exciting adult show at the door and made a face shyly. Her expression was apologetic and happy, with mixed emotions written all over her face.

At this time, the handsome man happened to be stroking my wife's cheek with his palm and gently pushing his penis towards her lips. While my wife was looking at me, the foreigner put the penis into her mouth.

It is impossible to swallow the entire penis into the mouth, so my wife only put the glans in her mouth and sucked it. My wife's oral skills were already unforgettable, and she worked even harder in front of this stranger. She even tried deep throating, taking the foreigner's dick into her mouth inch by inch, but of course the foreigner's dick was still too long. My wife closed her eyes and tried her best to swallow it, but she could only take half of it in.

The handsome man held his wife's chin and cheeks with his hands and rhythmically put his penis into his wife's mouth. He didn't use much force and was still very gentle to his wife. I think my wife enjoyed this kind of treatment and she tried very hard to serve the handsome man with her mouth.

I don't know how long it took, I had moved to the sofa to watch the game, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere for the time being. The handsome man pulled out his penis, ordered my wife to lie down, and walked to the edge of the bed, easily removed my wife's thong, and slid it down to her high heels. He held his wife's ankles with both hands and lifted them up, then bent his knees, knelt on the carpet, buried his face between his wife's legs, put his lips on his wife's private parts, and began to serve his wife with his mouth.

The wife couldn't bear it any longer. Her moans became louder and softer with the rhythm of the handsome man's kiss, with a slight nasal tone. The wife's screams made the foreigner work harder. From my perspective, I can see that the foreigner's lips and tongue cover a wide area, including my wife's thighs, labia, vaginal opening, and anus. Just like tasting a delicious dessert, the foreigner's face was covered with my wife's vaginal fluid, the sound of sucking saliva and my wife's moans came one after another, and my wife's hands kept kneading her breasts, and at the same time she grabbed the foreigner's hair and pressed it against her private parts.

The handsome man's head swayed faster and faster under my wife's crotch, and my wife's hips rose and fell more and more. She suddenly arched her waist and screamed three or four times. I knew she had an orgasm. Her whole body was trembling, her eyes and lips were tightly closed, enjoying the pleasure of the orgasm that lasted for a long time.

When the foreigner's face left my wife's private parts, I suddenly realized that the foreigner's middle finger was actually in my wife's anus. It turned out that the foreigner's double-sided attack made my wife climax so quickly.

I watched the foreigner slowly pull out his fingers, climb onto the bed, press against my wife's body, and start French kissing her again.

Normally at home, once my wife reaches orgasm, she doesn’t have the strength to continue. But at this moment, my wife was like a different person. She enthusiastically accepted the foreigner’s second invitation, hugged him as if she was afraid that he would slip away, and responded to him with her lips.

While kissing passionately, the wife's ten fingers grasped the handsome man's back, leaving deep fingerprints on it. The foreigner seemed unwilling to let go of every inch of my wife's skin, from her face, neck to her chest, where there was no place without his saliva. He held my wife's beautiful, soft breasts in both hands, and kept drawing circles on her nipples and areolas with the tip of his tongue, and even gently bit my wife's firm nipples with his teeth. My wife tilted her head back and let out a low moan, as if the slight pain of being bitten brought her infinite pleasure.

The handsome man was like a little boy, holding his wife's breast with his mouth and taking advantage of her body with his hands. He put his fingers into his wife's vagina again. His fingers looked even more crystal clear. The slapping sounds and the sounds of vaginal fluid showed that his wife was really ready for the second round.

My wife got up and the foreigner lay down on the bed. My wife turned around and knelt on the bed. She looked at the foreign hunk's dick and rubbed it up and down with her hands. She deliberately rubbed the glans with her thumb and gently touched the small slit of the glans back and forth, pinched it, and stared at the handsome guy with squinted eyes playfully.

The foreigner only replied: you are so naughty! You are so naughty!

Without saying a word, he stood up, held his wife's little face with both hands and slowly pressed down. His wife also cooperated and gently opened her mouth. Her hand still held the blood-filled cock, and she passively sucked the foreigner's life.

Usually at home, when my wife is giving me a blowjob, it feels so good that I keep my eyes closed half of the time, enjoying her perfect oral skills. This is a rare opportunity. I can watch my wife uninterruptedly and intoxicatedly display the power of her cute little mouth. Especially with such a huge cock that I have never seen before, my whole body is hot and words are hard to describe.

So in order to see more clearly, I moved the chair to the bedside and watched my wife's unruly night up close. My wife felt my actions, she just looked at me, with one hand on my cock and the other hand holding my balls, sucking hard.

I know that my wife is burning with desire today. She has thrown aside all the morals of being a woman and all the norms of being a wife. Like the foreign handsome men, she is only full of primitive wildness tonight, and her desire for sex and body is fully revealed.

My wife was crazily doing the most obscene actions for the man in front of her in front of me. The foreigner was also very rude, pressing the back of my wife's head with both hands and constantly fucking her throat. The oral sex sounds from my wife's mouth were getting louder and more intense.

The foreigner seemed unable to bear it anymore. He suddenly sat up and hugged his wife. He put his mouth on his wife's lewd mouth and started a verbal battle again. They kissed passionately and fell back on the bed until my wife was lying on it.

I want to fuck you! The foreigner shouted at his wife.

ok. My wife also spoke softly.

The handsome man grabbed his wife's slender calves with both hands, spread her legs apart, and looked directly at his wife's already wet pussy.

At this time, my wife's eyes were fixed on the foreigner, her hands grasping the purple bed sheet, watching her legs being spread into a V shape; her face was red, her chest was heaving, and she turned her head away shyly, but involuntarily looked at the foreigner again, looking forward to but also afraid of what was about to happen.

The foreigner turned his head and looked at me. I nodded to him and he understood.

He first looked at my wife affectionately, then lowered his head to look at the tempting private hole between my wife's thighs. He raised his penis with his hips, and the glans just touched my wife's shiny labia. Only then did I realize that the foreigner did not wear a condom at all, and my wife did not remind him. Could it be that my wife wanted to experience the foreigner's live touch tonight and hoped that he would not ejaculate inside.

I watched the foreigner press my wife's thighs down and slowly push her butt forward, and his thick and long cock silently entered my wife's vagina.

At that moment, my wife screamed out loudly: Ah……

My wife's brows were furrowed, her mouth was open, and her waist was straightened. Her vagina swallowed the foreign dick in its entirety, leaving not an inch. All I could see was the foreigner's golden pubic hair and my wife's small tuft of black curly hair tangled together, inseparable. In the past, when I entered my wife's vagina, she would shout that it had reached the bottom and it would hurt if I pushed further. I didn't expect that at this time she could accept such a huge thing without any complaints.

With each thrust, I could see that the foreigner's cock was covered with my wife's vaginal fluid. The fixed rhythm brought out more fluid, dripping all over the bed sheet. My wife also hooked her legs around the foreigner's hips, as if this position could make their intercourse more intimate. The foreign hunk gripped his wife's waist with his larger hands, rocking her back and forth sometimes violently and sometimes gently. Each time he penetrated her deeply, leaving her no room to breathe.

My wife, who was not used to it at the beginning, gradually began to moan with pleasure. The moans in bed that I had long been accustomed to now sounded even more powerful and soul-stirring. Her perfect breasts were shaking violently due to the intense thrusts, as if they were deformed, and her two small nipples were swinging along with her breasts. I don't know if it was to stabilize the violent shaking of her breasts or because of a physiological need, but she grabbed her breasts with both hands and rubbed them.

The foreigner saw this and knew what my wife needed. He held my wife's breasts with his two big hands and squeezed them like water balloons until my wife's breasts were deformed and twisted. My wife screamed even louder and seemed to enjoy being treated like this by a foreign man and did not feel wronged at all.

Then the foreigner stroked my wife's chest, abdomen, and the jungle area. His fingers gently rubbed my wife's clitoris in a regular and clockwise manner. That was my wife's weak spot, and her reaction was extremely intense.

It feels so good! It feels so good! She moaned while raising her hips.

In this way, the two of them enjoyed extremely wanton sex, in and out, the foreigner's energy seemed endless, he suddenly turned to me and said to me: Come on, come on?!

To be honest, I couldn't hold it back any longer. When the foreigner said this, I looked at my wife, but she was immersed in heaven and didn't look at me.

So I walked over to the bed, took off all my clothes, and got on it.

The foreigner turned his wife over easily, lifted her buttocks, and propped her up on the bed like a doggy style. I crawled to the head of the bed and sat on the pillow. The foreigner and my wife have started fighting again. My wife's face is just above my dick. After watching a night of erotic shows, I really can't hold back any longer. I hold my wife's face close to my bulging little dick.

My wife was like a completely different person tonight. I had never seen her so hungry for a cock. She used her beautiful lips and tongue to give me the most satisfying blowjob of my life. The strength and depth were just right each time. It felt like she was about to swallow my cock. Maybe she no longer regards me as her husband who she has been married to for many years, but as another friend of the foreign hunk, which is why she is so crazy and lewd.

The foreign handsome man hit my wife strongly from behind, causing her body to swing back and forth vigorously. Even my dick kept falling out of her mouth, so I had to hold it in my hand and stroke it up and down. Looking at my wife's distracted eyes, as if she had taken an aphrodisiac, she had a smile on her face but kept moaning loudly. My perfect wife seemed to have returned to the youthful vitality and energy when she just left school, full of energy.

The foreigner turned my wife over again and laid her flat on the bed. My wife's thighs were pressed up by him. Because I was close, I could clearly see my wife's swollen and turned-out labia. In order to cope with the big cock tonight, I saw for the first time that my wife's pussy could open so wide, tightly wrapping around the foreign cock that was coming into her pussy.

The foreigner made a gesture to me, hoping that I would get closer to him. I didn't understand what he meant for a moment, and he said: Help me open it. It turned out that he wanted him to ask me to open my wife's pussy a little more so that he could insert it more smoothly.

After I understood, I knelt beside my wife, stroked her lower abdomen with both hands, then slid to her lower body, placed my hands on both sides of her labia, and applied slight outward pressure to make her hole wider. The foreigner was very excited and sped up his thrusting. I didn't expect that I would help the outsider to stretch my wife's pussy and allow a strange dick to enter and exit freely.

With the stimulation of my two hands, my wife screamed even louder and went crazy. She pinched her breasts with both hands, and her slender fingers kept kneading her nipples, shouting: Fuck me! Fuck me!

Her voice became more and more urgent, and the frequency became sharper and sharper. When I heard the familiar voice again, her second climax was not far away. My wife moved her hips up and down rhythmically, and her moans matched the foreigner's thrusting.

Suddenly my wife started screaming hysterically, with her waist raised high. Her whole body felt as if struck by lightning. Her muscles were stiff, she was twitching slightly, and she was shaking. The joints of her limbs were stiff and she couldn't move at all.

Her moans and gasps lasted for at least two or three minutes. During this process, the foreigner fucked my wife desperately, holding her waist with both hands, while I moved to my wife's breasts and kneaded them hard.

The foreigner's thrusting speed was getting faster and faster. Every time he thrust in and out, I worried about my wife, afraid that this big dick would hurt her. Finally, the foreigner suddenly stopped after a powerful collision, his hands tightly grasping his wife's waist, his buttocks trembling slightly but continuing to push forward, his eyes closed and moaning softly.

Don't move.

Once again, the foreigner pushed his dick hard into my wife's deepest part, this time accompanied by several rapid thrusts. I knew he came inside. After my wife's orgasm, her tightened vagina clamped the foreigner's swollen penis, squeezing out every last drop of semen into my wife's uterus and vagina.

The two of them were enjoying the tranquility after the climax in front of me. The foreigner's sexual organ was still in my wife's vagina, motionless. He lay on my wife's chest, listening to each other's heartbeats and kissing passionately.

I think I have accomplished my mission tonight. I have given my wife such a profound and unforgettable experience, which is also her dream that has always been impossible to realize. Tonight belongs to my wife. I have to go to the bathroom to take a cold shower and calm down.

When I came out of the bathroom, they were lying on their beds. I walked closer to them and saw white semen flowing out of my wife's vagina, staining her buttocks and the bed sheets.

Husband, thank you! My wife said to me sincerely.

Are you comfortable? I asked my wife.

Comfortable. My wife said shyly.

That's good.

Husband, I love you!

I love your wife too! I replied to her.

The foreigner sat up, looked at me and said: Your wife is so beautiful!

Thank you, as long as you like it. I responded in a weird way, but I couldn't think of any other words at the moment.

So the three of us chatted in the room, walked out of the hotel together, and left each other's contact information. What happened tonight is definitely fresh in our minds. As for the next date, let's wait for a few days to relax and think about it.