My Wife's Past with Her Ex-Boyfriend, Part 4

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The next day, as soon as I got home from work, I put down my backpack and sat in the living room. I glanced into the kitchen—why hadn't my wife
cooked? I was starving. Just then, I heard my wife singing coming from the bedroom. I went in
and saw her putting on makeup, humming a little tune. 'Damn it, my ex-boyfriend's having so much fun getting ready for his birthday
, and she's not even cooking for her husband,' I thought to myself.

'Oh, my dear husband, you're home!' my wife said, coming up to me and giving me a kiss. 'Honey
, look at my makeup! Doesn't it look beautiful? Like a Korean beauty?' (As I said before, my wife is
very beautiful, I'm not kidding. She's 168cm tall and weighs 105kg, a real
figure, and she was the school beauty at our university.)

I said, 'Beautiful, very beautiful.'

'I'm sorry, honey, I have to go out soon, I won't have time to cook for you. Why don't you go out and
grab something to eat? Hehe.'

'Okay, okay, I know. Look how excited you are,' I said, pretending to be angry.

Watching my wife repeatedly touch up her makeup in the mirror, I thought to myself, "You slut, you're definitely
thinking about how to seduce your ex-boyfriend, ZT."

"Hurry up and get dressed and go out! You can't escape this time. Looking at you, you're sure to get ZT
's fucking you tonight," I said.

"You have the nerve to say that? Isn't this exactly what you wanted? Every time you fuck me, I have to call out his name
, you shameless husband!" My wife rolled her eyes at me and started looking for clothes to change.

I didn't say anything, feeling a little excited, and went to the living room to watch TV and make a cup of tea.

When my wife came out after changing, I instantly had a physical reaction. My wife was wearing a black
tank top dress with pretty floral prints, sheer black stockings, and black
high heels with red trim that made her long legs look even longer. She had long, wavy, flaxen hair, a lightly made-up face,
and two delicate white earrings hanging from her earlobes.

Damn, my wife rarely dresses like this, and she almost never wears high heels. This slut, she usually
just dresses casually when we go out, I haven't seen her dressed like this in ages. I'm a little jealous that she's
dressed . (But I have to admit, she looks absolutely perfect, no wonder
she's my goddess.)

My dick immediately reacted, and I pulled her into my arms, kissing her and grabbing her breasts: "Wife, you
're dressed so sexy, you're really begging to be fucked, damn it. Come on, let me have a go first." As I spoke, my fingers
traced patterns on her stockinged thighs.

"Oh, stop it, I have to go, I'll be late. I can't control you anymore,
you'll have to take care of yourself with your fingers after I leave!" my wife said.

I had to let go of my wife and say, "We can do it, but we need to use protection."

"No way! I want him to ejaculate inside me, just to annoy you!" my wife teased me. "I'm leaving,
honey. You'll be all alone at home! I can't keep you company, you'll have to masturbate yourself!" With that,
she closed the door and left.

Thinking about what my wife had just said, my penis remained hard. Thinking about how my wife was going to be fucked that night, I went to the bedroom
and watched an AV and masturbated, ejaculating a lot.

I looked at the clock; it was almost eight o'clock. I quickly cooked a bowl of noodles and ate. I wanted to sleep but couldn't. I
couldn't concentrate on TV either. I kept thinking that my wife and the others were probably eating now. I wondered
what ZT would think if he saw my wife like this; he'd definitely get hard after seeing her. I lay on the sofa, lost
in and eventually dozed off for a while.

When I woke up, I saw the clock was almost 11 o'clock. I went to the bathroom to relieve myself, looking at my penis, wondering what my
wife was doing now, and whether her ex-boyfriend had fucked her yet. As I thought about it, my penis got hard again. So I
texted my wife, asking where she was. She said they were in a karaoke room, everyone was drinking.

I asked her when she'd be back, and she said she didn't know, maybe later.

I asked, "Where's ZT?" My wife said he was next to her. I said, "Are you guys going to get a hotel room later?" My wife
said maybe, and then she didn't reply. Later, when I called again, my wife's phone was off. I was
really conflicted.

I couldn't sleep all night, half-asleep watching the TV, wondering what my wife was
doing. This continued until 8 a.m.

I heard the sound of a key turning in the door, and I knew my wife was back. I rushed out to greet her and saw that her hair
was a little messy and her clothes were disheveled.

My first question was, "Did you do it?"

"Yes," my wife answered softly. "Honey, you're not angry, are you? I..."

Before she could finish speaking, I kissed her on the lips, my tongue forcefully entering
her mouth and intertwining with hers. She made a "mmm" sound. I remember clearly that
her mouth had a strong smell of penis, and her lips tasted of saliva and penis. I knew it
wasn't my smell.

I vigorously rubbed my wife's breasts and asked, "How many times did you do it? Where did you do it?"

"Three times, in a hotel," my wife replied.

"Did he ejaculate inside your vagina?" I asked, making my wife sit down and
spreading . I sniffed her vulva through her stockings, noticing her panties were missing.

"Oh, honey, you're such a pervert... I didn't let him ejaculate inside. Once with a condom, twice with withdrawal."

I admit I breathed a sigh of relief. Beforehand, I hoped my wife would be ejaculated inside, but
now that it was happening, I was a little scared. Knowing he hadn't, I felt a little disappointed. Those who enjoy the idea of having promiscuous wives understand
this conflicted feeling.

"Where are your panties, honey?"

"My panties are in my purse. They're covered in his semen and my vaginal fluids, so I'm not wearing them. Look,
my stockings are covered in his saliva and semen."

I looked, and sure enough, there were small, congealed white patches on the thighs of the stockings. I smelled a
faint semen odor, while the rest of the stockings smelled strongly of saliva. Smelling these scents, I
was excited.

I took that "slutty" pair of panties out of my wife's purse, flipped them open, and looked at them.
There was a large puddle of dried secretions on her vulva. I picked it up and started smelling it. I sniffed it back and forth, feeling
my whole body trembling, but my penis was as hard as an iron rod.

"Honey, you're disgusting! You're smelling something so dirty."

I didn't answer. "Wife, you're so horny, I'm so excited." After saying that, I took off my wife's stockings,
spread her long legs apart, and saw that my wife's vulva was slightly open, with
secretions from both of them on her pubic hair. It felt a little slippery to the touch, and there were traces of penetration on both sides of her labia. I buried my head and
started smelling and licking. Although I didn't ejaculate inside her that time, I will never forget the feeling I had at that moment.

"Ugh, you filthy husband, I haven't even washed yet!"

"No need, I just love licking your cunt after someone else has fucked it, the smell is so lewd!"

"You're this excited because your wife's been fucked by someone else?" my wife asked, moaning softly.

"Of course, wife, look, your cunt's all loosened up, and it seems a little darker."

"Yeah, ZT's cock is so thick, it feels like it can't hold it all in so long."

"Are you enjoying it, wife?"

"It's amazing, I haven't felt this good in ages."

I became even more excited.

"Honey, I'm so sorry for leaving you alone at home, moaning about you masturbating, while your wife's being
fucked by someone else outside. Come on, I'm yours now, hurry, thrust in!"

My wife started to provoke me. Usually it's fake, but this time it's real being fucked by my ex-boyfriend, and the feeling is
truly different!

After hearing my wife's words, I couldn't take it anymore. I thrust my rock-hard cock into her
cunt and started gently fucking her. I felt the space inside her cunt was bigger, but it was so slippery and exciting.

"You slut, you got fucked by someone else and still come back to annoy me. Is ZT's cock bigger or mine
?" I asked.

"Ah...so good...of course it's ZT's cock. He fucked me all night, each time for
about forty minutes, my cunt was sore, and he still wouldn't let me go. Unlike you, you can only last
ten minutes or so. Ah...ah...husband, harder!" my wife moaned lewdly.

I was so excited at that moment, I was about to ejaculate with the slightest effort.

"You slut, you fucked your ex and then came back to tell me what you did, you're such a fucking slut."

"Yeah! Honey, your wife got fucked by someone else and came back to fuck you afterward, aren't you happy?"

"Happy, and super excited. I'll fuck you to death, you bitch!"

"Oh...oh...ah...fuck me to death! You little dick husband, you're clearly not good enough but
you still want to fuck me to death, if you're so capable, then fuck me to death! If you don't satisfy me, I'll go get ZT to fuck me again! His dick is much bigger than yours
, it fills my hole completely. Hurry up, little dick husband, how can you be so useless? Put in more effort!

Ah..."

Under my wife's lewd words, I couldn't control myself anymore and roared, "Wife, I'm going to cum."

"You've already sprayed? You're so useless! If it were ZT, we wouldn't even have finished the foreplay!" My wife
continued to mock me. "Just so you know, don't spray inside me. I'm saving it for ZT next time! Got it,
you little dick husband?"

I couldn't control myself anymore. I pulled out my penis and sprayed all my semen onto my wife's and her ex-boyfriend's panties, which were soaked with their juices
. I felt my whole body trembling. That was the most satisfying time I'd ever had. After I finished, I pressed myself against my wife,
panting heavily.

"Honey, did it feel good? You're such a pervert. Your wife got fucked by someone else, and you're so excited."

"Wife, it felt so good! I love you so much, I love you so much, you slut." I said as I
gave my wife a French kiss.

"Honey, I was just about to ask you this, why does your mouth taste like cock? You
don't usually suck my cock, so could it be that you..."

"Yes! Honey, you guessed right. ZT brought me home, and when we got downstairs, he hugged and kissed
me for ages, and I even gave him a ten-minute cock suck. After he finished, he moaned that I should stick my tongue out,
and then he sucked on my tongue like he was eating ice cream. He's really horny, and he knows how to have fun. I don't want to
think of it that way, but he's definitely much better than you. Now you know why my mouth tastes like cock and saliva
, right? Haha!" My wife giggled.

"You're so lewd and wanton, even sucking his cock! Usually, when I moan and you suck my cock, you get
so impatient. Damn, you gave him a ten-minute suck!" I was a little angry.

"Oh, who's complaining about how well he fucked your wife? Of course I have to reward him! Your dick
isn't as big as his, so if you're going to eat, you have to eat a big one. I don't even want a small one. Okay, little dick husband,
I'm going to take a shower. I'm exhausted from being fucked by you two today." With that, my wife pushed me away and swayed her big
ass towards the bathroom.

I lit a cigarette, looked at my wife's stockings and panties, and took a deep drag. I knew I was already enjoying
the feeling of being cuckolded. I masturbated my hard dick with my panties, waiting for my wife to finish her shower and we'd have our
second round.

Later, I asked my wife how she got fucked and what happened after she got there. I learned that
after leaving the house, my wife went to Tianyi Haosheng for dinner. ZT invited seven people, all of whom my wife knew. My wife said that her
ex-boyfriend's eyes widened when he saw her outfit today, which I expected. During dinner, they
kept toasting my wife and drank a bottle of Moutai.

After dinner, they went to Xintiandi and booked a presidential suite for karaoke. The seven of them drank five bottles of alcohol, including some foreign
liquor. Seeing that his wife was a little drunk, ZT started putting his fingers around her shoulder. When she didn't resist, he began to
stroke her thighs, which were covered in stockings, with his fingers.

At first, his wife was a little embarrassed in front of so many people, but she didn't resist much.
Her ex-boyfriend then became even more brazen, directly inserting his fingers into her inner thighs and touching her clitoris through the stockings
. His wife said she was extremely excited at the time, and ZT's fingers were very skillful, making her vagina very wet, soaking her underwear
.

Later, my wife went to the restroom. When she came out, she ran into ZT in the hallway. ZT hugged her and kissed her. My wife
resisted at first, but then accepted it. So, they said goodbye to their friends and went to the Flower
Hotel to have sex.

I asked my wife, "How did he fuck you?" My wife said that as soon as they entered the hotel room, her ex-boyfriend
pounced on her like a hungry wolf and kissed her wildly, licking her neck with his tongue. My wife's neck is very sensitive. He also told my wife that
he hadn't fucked her in a long time, while licking her vulva. My wife also actively sucked his penis.

I said, "How did you tame him so easily?" My wife said, "After all, we were together before, so these
things are nothing new. It's not like I haven't sucked his penis before; I've sucked it hundreds of times
. He's fucked my vagina hundreds of times."

I scolded my wife for being unfair, saying that she rarely gave me oral sex. My wife also scolded me for being useless, saying that my penis
was too small and that I couldn't satisfy her, and that I had too many complaints.

Later, my wife's ex-boyfriend fucked her all night. My wife said his penis was really thick and big,
even bigger than when we were together. ZT even asked my wife if my penis was too small, saying that my wife's vagina was
still so tight, it must be because my penis was too small to satisfy her. My wife quickly said yes, saying that I usually
only lasted about ten minutes with her. She also said I was useless, and even moaned that her ex-boyfriend fucked her hard, making her vagina
the same size as his penis. Hearing my wife say this, I felt both ashamed and excited.

After this incident, and with my wife knowing about my fetish, she seemed to have become a different person,
even more promiscuous than before.

One day, I happened to come home from work and heard my wife talking to her ex-boyfriend on the phone, saying things like, "I miss
you, I want to go out with you, see you next week," and so on. After hearing this, my penis instantly became hard.

My wife hung up the phone, looked at the little tent bulging in my crotch: "Little dick husband, you're back? Come here,
I have something to tell you." I knew that my wife's black pussy was about to be fucked by her ex-boyfriend again.

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