Wife's first time being penetrated by someone else

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Although I'm a newbie, I'm definitely a veteran of this forum. I first encountered the community in 2006, and I was truly amazed! Such a clean adult forum, such a vast amount of pornographic resources! Back then, I mostly browsed the movie download section, Daguerre's Flag, and the novel section. But later, I gradually became obsessed with the technical section. I was amazed by the experts there, admired and worshipped them, and fell deeply in love with the community from that moment on. The community experienced a major downturn, and many visitors left during that time, but unfortunately, I missed it. In college, I watched a lot of pornographic content, starting with videos, watching them obsessively. Later, I only liked looking at pictures, especially those with good looks and figures, particularly from Europe and America. My computer was filled with my collection of beautiful photos. Later, I only became interested in selfies, and eventually, I lost interest in pictures altogether, only enjoying reading novels. Novels offer endless imaginative space, giving the most wonderful feeling, and you unconsciously immerse yourself in the story, making it the most stimulating. I especially loved cuckoldry novels. I'm actually a very open-minded person, but after being influenced by erotic literature for so long, I didn't even realize how deeply I'd been brainwashed. Later, I got a girlfriend, and after a long internal struggle, I finally confessed. After a long period of communication, I led her down the path of threesomes and swapping. Later, I joined some groups with similar interests, and it was in these groups that I unexpectedly met a fellow enthusiast. This friend helped me get back on track. But that's another story. This article was written in 2013, and I never finished it. After getting back on track in 2016, I really wanted to post it on the forum, so I uploaded this article, but because it wasn't complete, it wasn't approved and I even lost points. After that, I was lazy and didn't care about it anymore. For about a year, I couldn't access the forum. Later, I occasionally found a new address through that QQ group, but it quickly became inaccessible again. I found that without the forum, every day was difficult. Especially now that I really enjoy reading news, the current self-media news is truly nauseating. I downloaded every app I could think of, including Sina, NetEase, Toutiao, NetEase, and so on, and then deleted them all. I couldn't stand clickbait headlines, rumors, and mindless posts, especially those ending with "What do you think, editor?" I cursed them silently every time. Back then, my phone only had WeChat and QQ, and the group chats were mostly familiar faces; I rarely spoke. Later, a friend told me I'd installed the Xiaocao app, and now I happily read posts from experts every day. For example, Qimi's series of posts, and of course, the illustrated ones. I see many posts about hookups, and some about couples seeking casual sex. So I convinced myself to complete the incomplete post from 2013 and post it on the forum. You can treat it like a novel, though you can clearly see the ending wasn't written with much patience. The earlier parts were written shortly after my success; my emotions at that time were like a rollercoaster, full of adrenaline. Now, I'm much more composed, but I'm still much more cautious when hooking up with single men and couples. My current mindset is basically to build a friendship first, then discuss romance. I'm located in city 0731, a city supposedly connected by a train line. Feel free to message me if you're interested.
My wife and I met on a university campus; we were each other's first love. Back then, she was my girlfriend—shy, traditional, and completely clueless about sex. We seemed destined for each other; strangely, we couldn't be separated. In the first semester of my junior year, I finally understood and gave up my stubborn crush on a "goddess," and suddenly, my romantic path opened up. During the time I knew my wife, it felt like every molecule in the air was vibrant! We had endless things to talk about. In 2007, long text messages were all the rage on university campuses. We bought an 800-message package, but still went over budget. QQ wasn't as common then, and mobile internet wasn't nearly as advanced as it is now. To send more text, we'd write every message before sending it. If unrequited love doesn't count as romance, then my wife and I were each other's first love. From then on, a new couple, a bicycle couple, appeared on the university campus in the southern provincial capital. My wife, sitting on the back, was simple and happy, while I, gripping the handlebars, felt as if I held our shared happiness in my hands, speeding along the tree-lined paths of the campus.
Soon, a year passed, and my wife graduated from university. She showed little sign of sadness and chose to stay in the city. I found a place to live near the campus, moved her belongings there, and we moved in together. She started her first job, earning a meager salary, and we lived contentedly as a couple, unaware of the looming crisis.
My wife's parents disapproved of her choice. She had never told me this fact. One night, after we made love, my wife told me that her father had asked her uncle to find her a job in G city, a tourist city in a neighboring province, and her father insisted she go. She asked me, "If I go, will it be the end for us?" I rationally analyzed the potential consequences of distance, and then she cried. We hugged each other tightly, and I shed tears too. A few days later, I took her luggage and saw her off on the train heading south. As for me, I was about to graduate, facing both job hunting and postgraduate entrance exams simultaneously. I had no time for sadness before plunging into the intense process of graduation. By March 2009, the postgraduate entrance exam results were released, and the job search outcome was largely clear. I had basically decided to pursue my master's degree at my current university. Although I longed to start working immediately, the power of the 2009 financial crisis was truly astonishing. Despite my efforts to find work, I ultimately couldn't find a satisfactory job.
With my future settled, I finally bought a ticket to G city for the first time. I bought the cheapest green-skinned train ticket, a 10-hour journey at night, arriving at 5 a.m., and then took a motorcycle taxi to my wife's place. In the cold wind, she was waiting for me at the entrance of the community in her pajamas. The moment I saw her, a feeling of happiness welled up inside me. After finishing the pork rib soup she had stewed, I hurriedly took a shower, while she was already waiting for me in bed. I lifted the covers, and her familiar scent filled my nostrils. I pressed myself against her, skillfully kissing her lips, exploring her fragrant tongue. My wife cooperated by extending her tongue, and we intertwined. My fingers explored my wife's private parts, which were already overflowing with moisture. I joked, "So wet already?" My wife didn't answer, but held me tightly, her small hand reaching for my penis. Of course, I was already fully erect! I thrust in all the way, and my wife was incredibly wet and hot inside. She began to writhe passionately. It had been so long since our bodies had been intertwined; it was hot and intense.
I stayed in G City for five days, and in those five days, I seemed to release all the pent-up energy I had accumulated over the past year. Every day, I would cook dinner, wait for my wife to come home, eat, take a shower, and then have sex. The next morning, it was always the same.
Summer vacation came, and I stayed in G City for two whole months. It was during these two months that my wife and I's lives changed. G City is a tourist city, with unparalleled scenery. While my wife was at work, I would buy groceries, and the rest of the time I would play. I visited every place in G City that was worth visiting, but eventually, I returned to my computer. Finally, as my friends guessed, I came across cuckoldry novels. Before this, I had watched countless pornographic films, but I was practically immune to them all. Even the most beautiful actresses couldn't arouse my interest. On the contrary, cuckoldry novels made my penis stand erect and incredibly excited. Back then, I read all sorts of cuckoldry novels, all kinds. I unconsciously fantasized about the female protagonists as my girlfriends, often unable to distinguish whether the beautiful women being violated by migrant workers/perverts/classmates in the stories were my own girlfriends or someone else. Seeking stimulation, I would masturbate and fantasize about my girlfriend having sex with a muscular man, following the plot of the erotic novels. My favorite fantasy at that time was a man with a huge penis lying on his back, while my girlfriend sat naked on top of him, his penis inserted into her vagina. My girlfriend was touching her breasts, her waist twisting wildly. Every time I fantasized about this, I would ejaculate within two minutes. After ejaculating, there was an endless emptiness...
Day after day, I felt increasingly trapped. Even when I had sex with my girlfriend, I started fantasizing. He even said things like he wanted others to have sex with her. Sometimes she would cooperate, sometimes she would remain silent. Friends usually use the word "training," but that word doesn't quite fit my girlfriend and me. Shortly after discovering this fetish, one night after we made love, I told my girlfriend about it with deep sincerity.
I said, "I have something to tell you, don't be afraid." My girlfriend said, "What is it? Don't scare me." I said, "You might not be able to accept it, but you must believe me, I will never hurt you. I'm telling you this because I feel I can't bear this pressure alone anymore." My girlfriend said, "Go ahead." I said, "I want you to have sex with someone else." I paused, and my girlfriend didn't speak. I continued, "Maybe I've read too much porn, but I especially like to fantasize about you having sex with someone else. It excites me. And now I truly feel it; I really want you to have sex with someone else. I want to see someone else's penis inside your vagina. I want to see you reach orgasm under another man's thrusting. I love you very much, and the more I love you, the stronger this strange thought becomes."
I remember we talked until very late that night, but I did most of the talking. I can't remember the exact content of our conversation. Finally, my girlfriend said, "Don't worry, and don't feel pressured. Try to read less of those pornographic novels." I knew it was impossible to convince her in a short time. For someone without this strange fetish, this would be tantamount to inhumanity!
In the days that followed, we remained as loving as ever, and we both avoided mentioning this topic. After a while, I started saying things like, "Let's find a hunky guy to fuck you together," during our lovemaking to provoke her. My girlfriend started responding more slowly, sometimes even tacitly cooperating. I could clearly feel the effects of these catalysts on her body. She was noticeably more lubricated, and her hip movements became more frenzied. Sometimes, she would ask me, "What kind of guy are you going to find to fuck me?" I would tell her, "What kind do you like?" "I like handsome guys, a little chubby." I said, "Okay, then let's find a handsome guy, his dick is really big, much bigger than mine. Let's both put our dicks into your vagina at the same time!" My girlfriend innocently said, "How can we put two at the same time?"
From then on, we had a new way of flirting during sex. Its effect was obvious, making both my girlfriend and me excited and stimulated. However, after I ejaculated, I felt a sense of weariness, even a slight aversion to the thought of cuckolding. Instinctively, I avoided thinking about it further; it was actually a subconscious escape. When my girlfriend was sober, she never mentioned cuckolding.
It's fair to say that fantasizing during sex didn't actually advance the cuckolding process. At most, it allowed my girlfriend to imagine the scenario and experience the thrill of it. The two major hurdles my girlfriend had to overcome to finally agree to play this adult game with me were safety and love. Safety mainly stemmed from concerns about public criticism of such outrageous behavior; if exposed, it would certainly lead to disgrace and immense shame. Another aspect of safety was the potential danger posed by our chosen partner, including their health issues and the risks associated with their poor character. Love was my girlfriend's deepest concern. She was constantly troubled by why her boyfriend was so eager for her to sleep with other men. Before she could be sure of me, she suspected I no longer loved her and was scheming against her? Or, most likely, that I was using her as a bargaining chip to get sex with other women.
Thanks to my analysis of my girlfriend's psychology, I used a slow, persuasive approach to gradually disarm her. I read a lot of erotic articles on some specialized websites, including analyses of the psychology of cuckolds, some of which were quite insightful. I also searched for articles on sexual psychology and benefited greatly. Some foreign pornographic films depict the psychology of cuckolds very well. For example, there's a French film about a nobleman who marries a young and beautiful woman and honeymoons with her in a castle. However, the protagonist always avoids having sex with his bride for various reasons. After drinking milk brought to her by a servant, the bride strangely becomes aroused and uncontrollably wants to have sex. The first time is with the young coachman, then the old butler, then a maid, and then two servants simultaneously having sex with the bride, again and again. Each time, the bride waits anxiously for her master's return, and they are very sweet together, but just as they are about to have sex, something interrupts them. Once, the protagonist took the bride to the countryside, and after a passionate encounter, he undressed and was about to have sex when the young coachman arrived, spoke a few words to the master, and then left. The bride watched her husband leave with a sorrowful expression, then followed the coachman to the place where they had last made love, and began to enjoy herself intensely. All of this was actually the master's scheme, and he watched his wife's lovemaking with the servants the entire time. The bride gradually grew to enjoy this carnal desire; she began to enjoy group sex, and even without the aphrodisiac milk, she began to crave it. The master smiled with satisfaction as he watched his bride walk from the bedroom to the servants' house, undress herself, and have sex with the servants. Finally, the man and his wife left the castle, laughing all the way, and the car drove straight to the entrance of a club. The master and his beautiful wife entered, greeted by a crowd of men and women applauding. The young wife smiled, removed her coat, revealing her vibrant body, and began to caress one of the men without any hesitation. My girlfriend later watched this movie out of curiosity, and she thought it was really good—but that's another story.
I found an opportunity. My stamina is poor; I usually last less than 10 minutes. My girlfriend was clearly not satisfied. Deep down, I desperately wanted my girlfriend to be satisfied, to experience orgasm. But after all these years, she hadn't had a single intense orgasm! This was partly due to her physical constitution, but I was mostly to blame. I told her that I was still young, and this situation would only worsen; I was declining every day, while she would mature and her sexual needs would increase. Men and women's sexual needs follow completely opposite trends. Sexual disharmony plagues almost every couple. Middle-aged couples, outwardly harmonious but inwardly estranged, each immersed in their own world, either arguing incessantly or ignoring each other, often find sexual disharmony a major contributing factor.
I sincerely revealed my innermost thoughts to my girlfriend, without reservation. At that time, it was a significant risk. To those who didn't understand, such actions could lead to a loss of dignity. Fortunately, my girlfriend understood. Our relationship is very good. We have almost never doubted each other's loyalty.
I made great progress in persuading her. She went from initial resistance and doubt to gradually discussing this topic with me more calmly, which is important—it shows we were discussing it rationally. However, later I realized I didn't truly understand her heart, or rather, I didn't truly understand women's hearts. Looking back, I suspect that some time ago, my girlfriend had already internally agreed to this kind of thing, but out of self-protection or caution, she hid it very well, showing no sign of it at all. So when she suddenly suggested having sex with a single man for the first time, I was completely stunned! That first experience was incredibly exciting, though I didn't experience it myself; I'll describe it in detail in later chapters.
In my second year of graduate school, my girlfriend finally decided to return to the city where I was studying, quitting the job her father had arranged for her and coming back to me without hesitation. I rented a dormitory room at the university and lived with her. She started seriously preparing for her professional qualification exam, while I, besides attending classes, also worked as a tutor to earn living expenses. Later, we rented a three-bedroom apartment near the university with a friend, and the story begins in this three-bedroom apartment (not with this friend, haha). Life went on uneventfully. She later got a job as a finance clerk at a foreign company, while I quit my tutoring job to prepare for my master's thesis, look for a job, and graduate. Occasionally, we'd meet up with classmates and friends at our place to play cards.
We lived in the master bedroom of the three-bedroom apartment, which had its own bathroom. There were two other bedrooms, and I had several roommates, mostly couples from our university (but to your disappointment, it wasn't them). In 2012, I graduated. I looked for several jobs, but none were ideal. I tried taking the exam for a public institution in a nearby city, and surprisingly, I got the job. The working environment wasn't good, but I went anyway to make ends meet.
During my three-month job training, a college student added me on the "Siheyuan" forum. We chatted and discovered we were alumni, which built trust and brought us closer. My wife and I both called him Xiao Zhang. We talked a lot during that time. I learned he had a high school girlfriend studying at a university in his hometown in Jiangsu, whom he rarely saw, and that he was extremely sexually frustrated and masturbated frequently. He also had a cuckold complex, though probably not as deep as mine. I showed Xiao Zhang's picture to my wife, and she said he was quite nice and looked clean. I knew this was high praise, as my wife has a slight case of mysophobia and has psychological barriers to this kind of thing. My wife said she wasn't into it, but we could talk. I was eager to take things further, but she wouldn't agree, sometimes even getting angry with me, so I had to give up.
I talked a lot with Xiao Zhang, and gradually, I showed him the nude photos and everyday pictures I had taken of my wife, as well as videos we had recorded of us having sex. He was quite familiar with my wife's body. I knew he really wanted to meet my wife, but didn't know how to bring it up. I also probed my wife, asking if she could meet this junior colleague. She wasn't entirely willing, and I had no choice. The biggest obstacle at that time was the long-distance relationship between my wife and me. During my training, I went back home once a week, even though the two cities were only 60 kilometers apart.
I had been dating Xiao Zhang for about two months. He said he wanted to take the postgraduate entrance exam and wanted to rent a place. He suggested renting one of our secondary bedrooms. At that time, there happened to be a vacant secondary bedroom, which my wife had been looking for. When I mentioned it to my wife, she agreed without hesitation. She specifically pointed out that he shouldn't even think about it! Her concern was that Xiao Zhang and I were from the same school, which made our relationship too close. I readily agreed: "I'll do whatever you say. I won't force you if you don't want to."
I went back home that weekend, contacted Xiao Zhang, and gave him our address. He rode his bike downstairs, and my wife and I greeted him. It was obvious he was very nervous and flustered. I even felt a little awkward myself. My wife remained calm and didn't say much. It was the first time for all three of us; we had no experience. I showed him the apartment, and he glanced at it briefly and said it was nice. Then we talked about postgraduate entrance exams and graduate studies, and I shared some of my experiences as someone who had been through it. Xiao Zhang was very polite and thanked me repeatedly. When we parted, he said he would move his things in a few days. So I gave him a set of keys.
After I returned to work, my wife called to say that Xiao Zhang had moved in. I simply replied that I knew. I asked her, "Is he honest?" My wife said he was very honest; he didn't even dare to look around, haha. Almost two months passed uneventfully, with no progress whatsoever. I had given up hope; it was almost the end of my training, and I was about to be assigned a job. Xiao Zhang went to the university library to study during the day and came home at night. When we chatted, I always encouraged him to talk to my wife more. He said that after my wife came home, she basically locked herself in the master bedroom and wouldn't come out. Our master bedroom has an ensuite bathroom, so she almost never needed to come out. She only appeared when cooking. He said that he masturbated while looking at nude photos of my wife at night, with her right next to him but unable to have sex—it was too painful. I couldn't help him either. However, Xiao Zhang wasn't as impatient as other single men. He was probably under a lot of academic pressure at the time, but he just felt lonely and restless when he got back to his room at night.
When I got home on the weekend, my wife and I eagerly started making love. When things got exciting, I started teasing her. I said, "Xiao Zhang is right next to us, let's call him over?" She closed her eyes and surprisingly refused. Another time, when we were both sober, we agreed, and my wife agreed to let Xiao Zhang have sex with her! I was so excited! I immediately called Xiao Zhang and told him incoherently, "Come back, your sister-in-law agreed." Xiao Zhang said, "Okay, I'll be right back." Then my wife and I lay in bed. I took off my wife's clothes and started touching her. She became aroused and slowly started to get nervous. She hesitated: "Honey, let's not do it anymore, I'm so nervous." I said, "It's okay, I'm here." We heard the door open. We knew Xiao Zhang was back. My heart started racing, and my face burned. My wife immediately pulled the covers up. Soon, Xiao Zhang knocked on the door. I said, "Come in." He came in, unsure what to do with his hands. He quickly greeted me: "Brother, Sister, hello." I almost forgot how I greeted him. My wife and I were sitting on the bed, covered by the blanket, it was very hot. Xiao Zhang stood in the doorway. I knew I had to make progress, otherwise it would be a disaster. So I said, "I'll play with your sister-in-law for a while, you can join in later." He said, "Okay." I turned over and hugged my wife; she was covered in sweat. When I kissed her, she kept laughing. Finally, my wife said, "Let's forget it, I can't get into it." We were both frustrated and had to let him leave first. The first time failed.
A month or so passed, and we were still living a dual-city life. One night, my wife and I were chatting. That day, she readily talked about cuckolding. We'd been talking to a friend in Beijing for years, and my wife was particularly fond of this man, saying that if she ever had the chance to go to Beijing, she would find him for a threesome. We started fantasizing. Naturally, we started playing role-playing games. After our text-based sex session over the phone, I went to bed. Being alone is lonely. The apartment I rented here is very basic, just a place for my wife to stay when she visits. There's no TV, no air conditioning. I can only use my phone. I opened my QQ account for making friends, browsed the chat history in the groups, chatted with a few friends I got along with, and seeing that it was getting late, I went to sleep.
"Ring ring ring," the phone rang (I like to use retro phone ringtones for my phone's caller ID). I groggily got up to answer it. It was my wife calling. Looking at the clock, it was past 12:30 AM. My wife said, "Honey, you're asleep?"
I said, "Yeah, why aren't you asleep yet?"
My wife said, "I don't know what's wrong with me today. After talking to you on the phone, I just don't want to sleep..." She hesitated, but I didn't quite catch what she meant. I jokingly asked her, "Are you feeling puberty? How about your husband comes back now and satisfies you?"
My wife replied, "It's all your fault! You talked about all that stuff with me, and now I can't sleep. I'm all wet down there, so much fluid!"
Hearing this, I felt amusement, but still didn't realize my wife was actually testing me. I said, "Xiao Zhang is next door, why don't you open the door and let him in?" My wife said, "That's not a good idea." Xiao Zhao and his wife were back.
I was completely awake now! I jumped out of bed, my throat suddenly dry. I immediately said, "It's okay, it's so late. They're definitely asleep. You've both closed the door, they won't know."
My wife said, "They will hear. I can hear Xiao Zhao's wife moaning when they're having sex."
It turned out my wife was really sexually aroused tonight, extremely eager for sex. Later, we analyzed that she said that night was probably her ovulation period, hence her particularly strong libido! I knew I had to seize this opportunity; the day I'd been longing for had finally arrived, and so unexpectedly! Almost as I was about to give up, I silently chanted to myself: Happiness came too suddenly!
I tried desperately to calm myself down, but I still felt my mouth was dry and, incredibly, I started trembling! I knew this was a sign of extreme nervousness. I said, "Honey, are you really ready? Don't worry, everything I've said to you before was sincere. I love you, and I really love making love with you. But I also really enjoy seeing you make love with other people. I like seeing someone else on top of you naked, and I like seeing you happy."
She was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay."
I reacted quickly, saying, "Go unlock the door. Be gentle when you unlock it. After you open the door, just wait in bed." My wife said, "Okay." There was a rustling sound on the other end of the phone, then some static, and then a long silence. I kept waiting; time seemed to drag on forever.
Finally, my wife spoke: "Honey, are you still there?"
"Yes, I'm here."
"The door is open."
"Okay, are you in bed?"
"Yes."
"Honey, take all your clothes off now!" After saying that, my face burned, and my throat tightened. I paused, then continued, "I'll call Xiao Zhang now and ask him to come over."
My wife didn't say anything, then added, "Tell him not to knock."
I said okay. Then I hung up. I dialed Xiao Zhang's number with trembling hands. The phone rang a few times before he answered. "Senior brother?"
I said directly, "Your sister-in-law agreed. Go to her room to find him!"
"Huh? Isn't that a bad idea? Senior Brother Zhao and the others are there too?" Damn, he used the same excuse as my wife.
I said, "It's okay, your sister-in-law has already opened the door. Be careful when you open and close the door. She's already taken all her clothes off."
Xiao Zhang stammered a few words, then said okay. Then I hung up. I immediately dialed again, and my wife answered quickly. I told her I had already told Xiao Zhang, and he would be coming in soon. My wife said insincerely, "You really told him!" My dear wife, you've already thought that way, yet you still say it like that—it's so fake, haha. But I know it's just a girl's modesty, so I didn't call her out on it. I was afraid she'd back down. My wife said, "I'm so nervous right now, so hot." I said, "Me too, I'm trembling all over!"
I thought I heard a sound, and sure enough, my wife said, "He's come in." Then, I heard a voice, "Sister Qing," Xiao Zhang privately calls my wife "Sister Qing." My wife said, "I'm not talking to you anymore."
I quickly said, "Okay, I'll hang up then."
After hanging up, I crawled into bed. In the June/July weather, I was actually trembling all over, my teeth were chattering, and I felt a little cold. I wrapped myself tighter in the blankets, feeling a little more comfortable. At this moment, Xiao Zhang must have already crawled into my wife's soft bed, caressing her smooth, naked body! I put down my phone and picked it up again, afraid of disturbing them. After a fierce struggle for a long time, I still couldn't help but call my wife's cell phone.
"Hey, how's it going?"
My wife's tone was flat. "What do you mean, how's it going? He's right next to me. Hehe."
"Did he go in?"
"Not yet, he's not hard yet."
"Then what are you two doing?"
"Chatting." Do you think I'm stupid? A man and a woman, both naked, lying in bed, just chatting? I wasn't satisfied and continued, "He's probably nervous, you should encourage him."
My wife's tone became impatient. She said, "Yeah, he's so nervous, his whole body is shaking." Then she said, "Don't call again."
Although I was internally hurt, I obediently hung up the phone. Time passed too slowly. I waited for about half an hour, guessing it should be over by now, but it wasn't that long. My wife said, "Not yet, he's on top of me, I'm hanging up."
I understood. The scene of Xiao Zhang on top of my wife immediately appeared in my mind. I could almost see Xiao Zhang's penis inserted into my wife's wet vagina. Strangely, I didn't fantasize about this scene too much. I just tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I lay there, phone near my head, eyes opening and closing intermittently, glancing at the phone before putting it down again, slowly drifting off to sleep...
The phone rang; it was my wife. She said, "He went out." I asked, "Did you do it?"
"No, he couldn't get an erection, but I got really wet."
I was disappointed. I continued, "Did he touch you?"
My wife said, "Yes." And surprisingly, she sounded nonchalant, but it was clearly feigned. I said, "He touched your breasts?" I knew I was deliberately being specific, trying to get some stimulation for myself. My wife simply answered, "Yes." I wasn't happy. I demanded more details, to tell me what happened, but she was reluctant. After much coaxing, she finally said something: After Xiao Zhang came in, he stood awkwardly by the bed, making small talk for a few minutes. My wife asked him to come to the bed, and he did. He took off his pants and crawled under the covers. The two started chatting. The wife asked him about his girlfriend; they were indeed chatting when I first called. Later, Xiao Zhang started touching his wife's breasts and then licked her nipples. His wife asked him to come on top of her, and Xiao Zhang pressed himself against her, hugging her, and they naturally kissed. However, Xiao Zhang was very nervous and trembling all over. I think this experience was incredible for him; after all, as a single man, it was his first time, and like us, he was filled with wariness, fear, excitement, and stimulation! He just couldn't get into it. His wife told me she even tried to guide his slightly erect penis into her vagina with her hand, but it wasn't hard enough to penetrate; even when it did manage to get in, it immediately slipped out. Finally, Xiao Zhang awkwardly apologized, and after they continued chatting for a while, his wife asked him to go home.
After hearing his wife's account, I still explicitly asked, "Did he touch your vagina?" His wife casually replied, "Yes." I wanted to tell her more, but she laughed it off, saying, "Honey, I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep." I had no choice but to hang up.
After hanging up, the room fell silent again...
A little while later, Xiao Zhang texted: "Senior, I'm back.
" I hurriedly asked, "How was it?" Although I already knew about his impotence, I still wanted to know how things went.
Xiao Zhang said, "I don't know, maybe I was too nervous."
I said, "It's okay, at least you've made a start, it'll get better once you get used to it." I was even thinking of comforting this so-called junior who almost slept with my wife.
Then I asked, "How was it? How did your sister Qing taste?"
Xiao Zhang said, "Pretty good, her skin is especially good, and she's very pretty."
I was puzzled, clearly sensing his perfunctory attitude, and had no desire to chat. A feeling of unease welled up inside me. So I hastily ended the conversation. Once again,
only I, with my turbulent thoughts, remained in the room. Perhaps because I was too sleepy, many images flashed through my mind: scenes of me and my wife making love, scenes of her and Xiao Zhang entangled together, and scenes where I often imagined my wife when reading erotic novels. Recalling all the steps I'd taken to persuade my wife over the years, I could hardly believe it. I absolutely never imagined my wife's first time would happen like this!
I chuckled strangely again, then suddenly fell into deep thought. I was really looking forward to the weekend so I could rush back and have a threesome with my wife and Xiao Zhang—it was my dream!
That night, I fell asleep with these wild thoughts. Unfortunately, my wife didn't give me a detailed and lewd account of what happened. That night, while my wife and the young junior were passionately embracing on our big bed, I tossed and turned alone in my rented room. Although my wife's unexpected first time didn't bring me sustained sadomasochistic pleasure, I was almost ecstatic. I knew the victory I'd longed for had arrived. After waiting for so many years, I didn't care how many twists and turns the road ahead might be.
The next day, I woke up to find my lower body wet, but strangely, I'd forgotten the details of my dream from the previous night.
My wife was at work during the day, and although I sent her several text messages, I didn't receive a reply. When she's at work, she always ignores my messages, and even when I call her, she always hangs up abruptly.
My wife wasn't here, so I didn't have much motivation to go back to that rented apartment. I ended up sleeping at work again. It saved me the trouble of going back and forth, and I didn't have to cook. I finally made it to the end of the workday and called her. She said she was cooking in the kitchen and we could talk after dinner. I went to bed early in my dorm room, phone in hand, waiting for my wife to come online. The next day, I had no desire to contact Xiao Zhang, and even instinctively avoided thinking about him. Maybe this is the true reaction of us cuckolds? Of course, after a while, I still couldn't resist the temptation, and this awkward feeling would slowly dissipate.
"Honey."
"Wife, you're here."
"Yeah."
My goodness, friends, can you tell how tragic I am from my words?
My wife chatted with me nonchalantly, and I could only suppress my desire and chat with her casually. My wife knew exactly what I wanted to talk to her about right now! This little girl is so wicked! Finally, I asked my wife, "How was it last night?"
"So-so. Xiao Zhang wasn't good enough, are you kidding me?"
"No. Xiao Zhang said he and his girlfriend can usually last 30-40 minutes."
"Anyway, he barely got hard last night, and I got really wet."
Immediately, I pictured my wife's wet vulva, and my penis quickly became erect. I couldn't help but grip my penis tightly and start stroking it, asking, "Did his little penis go in?"
"Him? I don't think so."
"Did it go in or not? How can you say no?"
"It went in, I guess. It got a little hard once, and I put it in."
"So, you grabbed Xiao Zhang's penis and put it in your vagina?"
"Yes, but after a few strokes, it went soft again. It slipped out."
"Was it fun?"
"No, it wasn't fun. I'm never doing it again."
I said with a grin, "Don't be like that, I want to come back and play together. He needs oral sex to get an erection."
"That's impossible, I would never give him oral sex, it's too dirty!"
I kept asking like I was on steroids, and my wife told me details here and there. Much later, I slowly pieced together the details of that night.
It turned out that night wasn't very successful. It was Zhang's first time with a single man, and he admitted he was very nervous and couldn't get an erection. My wife, on the other hand, was quite open-minded. That night, it ended quickly, and Zhang was still chatting with my wife afterward, saying he would come back the next morning. In the morning, Zhang was noticeably better, very hard. His advantages were fully displayed, and he had sex with her for a full half hour. However, my wife later told me that Zhang wasn't very good at foreplay; he just went straight for it, and only used one or two positions. The experience wasn't very good.
Zhang was about to face his postgraduate entrance exam, and that was probably why he was under a lot of pressure. Otherwise, a young man of that age would probably have sex three times a night, especially with someone else's wife. Two weeks before the exam, Zhang suggested moving back to the university, saying it was closer to the library. Later, he failed his postgraduate entrance exam and went to work in Shanghai. Now he's married with children, and we still keep in touch occasionally. He's also a cuckold enthusiast and has told his wife. His wife is a teacher (later experiences have shown me that female teachers are indeed a group that lives up to their reputation), open-minded, and accepting. When the opportunity arises, they'll visit their alma mater and then come to my place, saying they want to give me his wife's virginity too. Haha. Let's wait and see. Oh, by the way, Xiao Zhang also told his wife about my story.
About six months later, his wife became pregnant. She quit her job and came to my city to prepare for pregnancy, thus saying goodbye to CS and starting a new chapter in her life. Now her son is four years old, and she's middle-aged. It's a long story. Later, we met quite a few couples, but mainly met single men. Therefore, my wife was very jealous, and to make her accept it, I always refrained from meeting couples. Once, I met three couples at a hot spring hotel. At that time, my son was only a month old, and it was my wife's first time meeting up after giving birth. While I was at the hotel, I was taking care of my son, while my wife had physical relations with three of the other couples' husbands. I actually really liked one of the wives; she was a year older than me and a piano teacher. But I didn't make a move. We still keep in touch, and we're always available to meet up. After this event, I basically lost contact with the other two couples. Later, I met another couple, and we're now very good friends. We see each other often and even have a WeChat group of four. But we're all quite busy, so we only meet up about two or three times a year. Most of the time it's one-on-one; for example, if he meets up with my wife, she usually tells me afterwards. I also meet up with his wife alone. This is a good arrangement; we live in the same city, know each other well, and everyone feels comfortable. This year, I took my son on a trip to Inner Mongolia, but my wife couldn't go because she was preparing for her CPA exam. She was home alone. He came to my house and slept with my wife in my bed. But he kept this a secret from her because she was quite jealous. I'm quite similar to this guy; I'm very good to my wife, but there are some things I can't tell her. There's just no way around it. I never intended to hurt them.

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