My wife's body has been enjoyed by five men, which is a wonderful thing for me.

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This topic has been on my mind for a long time, and I've been following various couples' dating websites for many years, browsing through many posts and photos. Today, I've specifically registered a new account to reveal my wife's and my experiences over the past few years, including some photos of her in my album.
First, let me clarify: I don't consider myself a typical "cuckold." At least until now, I love my wife very much, including her body and character. We are open and honest with each other, and our relationship is harmonious and beautiful. Indeed, before we married, she had been with five men and had an ectopic pregnancy. Four of these men were her ex-boyfriends, and one was the owner of the clothing store where she worked. This owner should be fifty-one years old this year.
The second point of this statement: I've read many similar articles, some of which are well-conceived and passionately passionate, but I believe the vast majority are fabricated or even fantasies. My piece, however, is more like a "chronicle." The reason I'm sharing my wife's experiences is ultimately to pursue a sense of happiness, to share what I believe to be a beautiful thing with a wider audience—something they themselves crave but don't easily encounter.
My
wife is 28 years old this year. The reason I married her is straightforward and frank: she's the kind of woman who gives men a great time and makes them feel good. She has delicate and refined features; even her ID photo is quite pretty. As for her figure, you can see from her photos. Overall, she's considered beautiful. She looks sexy in black stockings, and in work clothes in shopping malls, she has a kind of "seriously seductive" charm. And her character is reassuring; she's kind and a good homemaker. My wife came to this city around 2010, following a relative. During her first year, she worked in a women's clothing store at the Yintai Shopping Mall. That year, through this relative's introduction, she met her first man, a local. Perhaps her relative wanted her to marry into the city. This man was 32 years old at the time; let's call him Mr. A.
Mr. A and my wife first met at this relative's house for dinner. According to my wife, her first impression of him was that he was very masculine. Mr. A also liked her at first sight, and they smoothly began dating, eating out, and holding hands. About a month later, Mr. A took my wife's virginity. Thinking about this, I'm actually quite grateful to this man, because my wife still finds her first time very beautiful.
At that time, A was an experienced man who knew how to play with women. He held his wife in his arms and kissed her passionately, so much so that she could hardly breathe. In that small rented room, he stripped his wife naked. He kissed and licked her face, mouth, neck, breasts, lower abdomen, thighs, and genitals. For the first time, his wife's hand grasped a man's penis. She said that at the time, it seemed exaggeratedly long and big. Under the guidance of the experienced man, his wife became a real woman, and her body experienced a man's semen for the first time.
After that, his wife's life was all about sex. A began to secretly live with his wife and began to wantonly enjoy and possess her body. At the beginning, they did it as many as 6 or 7 times a day. Under the tutelage of this man who was more than 10 years older than his wife, she practiced various positions for intercourse with men, mutual oral sex, and outdoor intercourse. This man and his wife lived together for almost two years. During those two years, his wife's body was covered inside and out with his semen. It is said that she broke up with A because he was reluctant to get married and had entanglements with other women in between, so the matter was left unresolved. The second ex-boyfriend was someone my wife dated herself. He was a photographer, around the same age, and in today
's
terms, a "scumbag." Let's call him that for now. He wasn't particular about his lifestyle and was completely different from the previous guy, A. He pursued my wife for a while, took a set of photos of her riding around town on a motorcycle. Perhaps my wife suddenly liked that style, because one night, without even a memory of it, she half-heartedly let him have sex with her. After that, she moved into a dormitory building with him—the kind of old, run-down building behind the dental hospital opposite the Second Affiliated Hospital of Peking University. They cooked in the hallways and shared bathrooms and showers. My wife continued to live there; it wasn't far from her workplace, Yintai, and most importantly, the rent was cheap.
Why is he called a scumbag? This man was unhygienic, often having sex with his wife without washing his genitals or showering. He also frequently visited prostitutes. His wife still hates the experience of performing oral sex on him; the smell of urine on his penis was strong, and he forced her to open her mouth and perform oral sex on him. Soon after, she developed a yeast infection. A bigger reason was that the scumbag habitually had sex during her safe period, and his withdrawal technique during her fertile window was poorly controlled. His wife, young and naive, didn't know she was pregnant—an ectopic pregnancy—which nearly led to complications. She later underwent surgery at the Second Affiliated Hospital. She is now left with a permanent scar on her lower abdomen. Later, persuaded by her relatives, the two broke up, and the scumbag returned to his hometown.
My wife's third man, whom I know relatively well because she still has his contact information on her phone and WeChat, is a man named CCF, born in 1983. She met him online more than a year after breaking up with her previous boyfriend. She was still living in the same tenement building behind the dental hospital. A new male warrior arrived at that small wooden bed. This man was tall and thin, and according to my wife, he had good sexual function, almost always bringing her to orgasm.
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Continuing with my wife's third man, CCF, they didn't spend much time together. According to her, he was very good at controlling his ejaculation time, never using a condom, yet he never got her pregnant. She often knelt between his thighs to give him oral sex, and even after a long time, he showed no signs of ejaculating, which made her feel reassured and enjoy it. He remained hard throughout the sexual encounter, and my wife felt great. Although she wasn't entirely satisfied with his appearance, she was very cooperative during intercourse.
Here are two things about the CCF guy that left a deep impression on my wife. One was that his hardness and the pleasant smell of his penis greatly changed her attitude towards giving oral sex to men. Her previous boyfriend had made her somewhat reluctant to perform oral sex on men. During the months she was with him, besides her breasts, her mouth and vagina received about half of his semen, and most of it was in her mouth. This was because often, even after she had reached orgasm from his penetration, the CCF guy would still be hard and hadn't ejaculated. So he would always withdraw from her vagina, and she, still feeling the afterglow of her orgasm and even a little grateful, would willingly lie between his legs and take it into her mouth until he ejaculated. I think she probably swallowed it many times, but when I asked her, she said she only swallowed it once.
The second thing is the tenement building behind the dental hospital. The toilets and showers in this tenement building were shared. What my wife remembers vividly is that she took a shower in this shared shower room. Later, after my wife and I met and started dating, I also took a shower there. Walking down the middle of the first floor, the toilet was on the right, and a small room under the stairs on the left was the public shower room. The layout inside was also very strange. After entering the shower room, you had to close the main door of the entire shower room. Although there were small areas inside, and each small area had its own door, the small areas could not guarantee privacy. At that time, gas was used, and there was a small ventilation vent. When showering, there had to be no one else in the public shower room because you had to lock the main door to take a shower. In this public shower room, the CCF man often locked the main door with my wife in the middle of the night. My wife would take off all her clothes and have sex with her third man in the shower area that belonged to other people. They would often change small cubicles one after another. She was occupied by a man in the shower area that belonged to other people. Because it was a public shower room, even though the shower head was on, she could not shout or moan. But this made it easier for my wife and her third man to have an orgasm.
My wife's fourth boyfriend, whom I've met and had some contact with, is named CJ. He's not tall, but according to my wife, he's incredibly lecherous. My wife was with him for two years, visited his hometown, met his parents, and they were almost at the point of discussing marriage. My wife's ex-boyfriend CJ also had contact with the 51-year-old owner of the clothing store. Because I had specific contact with both, I'll have more details. Most of what I'm going to say comes from this relationship, and I was also involved in many of the subsequent entanglements.
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My wife's fourth boyfriend, whom I've met and had some contact with, is named CJ. He's not tall, but according to my wife, he's quite lecherous. My wife went to a hotel with him after a friend's gathering, and in a daze
, she had sex with him. She was with him for almost two years, visited his home, met his parents, and they were almost at the point of discussing marriage.
During the time CJ was dating his wife, a female roommate moved into her small apartment in the tenement building. Therefore, he probably didn't spend many nights with his wife in that apartment. When they first started dating
, CJ often came to have sex with his wife and also went to hotels. According to his wife's recollection, CJ was particularly fond of her breasts and would often hold and suck on them. Although he was very lewd, his sexual skills didn't seem to be very good, or perhaps he disliked his wife's genitals because they weren't pretty enough and because she had had an abortion and had a scar on her stomach. He rarely or almost never licked his wife's genitals because, after so many years of repeated penetration by different men, his wife's private parts had become quite dark, and her pubic hair was somewhat messy. Because she was afraid of getting pregnant, his wife always asked him to wear a condom, which resulted in his wife not experiencing strong stimulation when CJ entered her.
During her relationship with CJ, the wife experienced several breakups and reconciliations. Towards the end, when they were close to breaking up, another man entered her life. He was the owner of a men's clothing store in another shopping mall, a 51-year-old
man. The wife described him as giving her a strong sense of security, even a fatherly love. He was very well-maintained and looked to be only in his forties.
At the time, although the wife was still living in the same tenement building and still dating CJ, she eventually got into the store owner's car after his pursuit. In his spacious
home, she felt a long-lost warmth and fatherly love. The store owner had been divorced for many years, but his home was clean and tidy. That day, he cooked a dinner that she would never forget. After the meal, he didn't ask for sex; he simply told her to remember to contact him if she needed any help in the future and extended an invitation, saying his men's clothing store needed a new manager. Life is so unpredictable. This was the wife's fifth man. Her first time with the shop owner was after her boyfriend, CJ, had taken her to a hotel. Right after he left, the shop owner texted her, saying he'd bought groceries and invited her to his home for dinner. The wife still can't explain why she agreed to meet this 51-year-old man. It was getting dark, and her boyfriend had just been with her, reminding her that she had a boyfriend. Now, with the shop owner inviting her over at that time, she had a premonition that something was going to happen. The wife still doesn't want to admit it, but it seems her boyfriend's sex hadn't satisfied her; she still had some desire, even though she didn't want to be a woman who moved between several men's beds.
That evening, there was red wine on the dinner table. Although the wife only took a few sips, it was enough for her to let go of her inhibitions. The wife said that this older man had given her sex like opening another window, like discovering a new world. After dinner, the older man cleaned up and, on the sofa, embraced his wife from behind for the first time. The wife and the 51-year-old man kissed passionately. After the kiss, the man took off his clothes, leaving the wife in only a bra and panties. Perhaps influenced by the alcohol, or perhaps because her boyfriend's sex a few hours earlier hadn't satisfied her, the wife became aroused the moment her hand touched the man's genitals. She hadn't expected the older man's penis to be so impressive. The older man gestured for his wife to get off the sofa and squat down. The wife, understanding perfectly, obediently squatted beside the sofa, nestled between the older man's thighs, and took the man, who could be her father, into her mouth. After the service, the wife lay on the sofa, savoring the experience. During her first clitoral orgasm, this fatherly man parted her thighs and carefully licked her. She opened her genitals completely for him. She said that after her orgasm, she lay on the sofa while the shop owner continued to hold her, kissing her mouth, breasts, and neck. Then, his hard penis entered her, his first time penetrating her. With repeated thrusts, she said she felt a special sense of surrender, surrendering herself to this old man who could be her father, until his semen shot into her uterus. Being possessed by him gave her an extra pleasure. She slept until dawn that night. According to her, that day she decided to give up her boyfriend, CJ.
Around this time, I started getting to know my wife. I forget whether it was on the second or third floor of Yintai, in a women's clothing store starting with N. I first saw my wife there. Long hair, full thighs, beautiful features, very sexy—that was truly my first impression. She wasn't working that day; we just arranged to meet there. She said she was worried I might be a bad person and wanted her colleague to check me out in the store.
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My story with my wife begins here. At the time, she was still CJ's girlfriend and maintained a sexual relationship with that shop owner. During the time I was pursuing my wife, she said she had broken up with her ex-boyfriend, and naturally she would not mention her relationship with that 51-year-old man. Perhaps my appearance, profession, and other factors made me the husband that my wife preferred. My first time with my wife was in the tenement building where she rented. I still remember the feeling of penetrating my wife's body for the first time. I thought her body was so full, especially her breasts. I also licked her private parts for the first time. I fell in love with my wife's body after that one time.
I only found out now because my wife told me a lot of details. During that short period of time, about one or two months, my wife was going to break up with her ex-boyfriend CJ completely, but she would still give him to him occasionally. I remember one time I noticed something was that I heard my wife arguing with a man in the hallway on the phone. During that time, my wife's body was actually being used by three men in turn. At that time, I was completely infatuated with my wife's body and hadn't reached the point of discussing marriage, so I didn't pay attention to these things. During that time, I often stayed overnight at my wife's apartment building. My wife would always moan loudly at night, and I guess the people living on the first floor next door must have heard my wife's cries of pleasure. Until one time, my wife told me that CJ had come that day, and that she and he had broken up completely. I asked my wife if he had taken her one last time, and my wife said yes, but she didn't let him. To this day, I don't know if my wife gave him one last time. But at that moment, I suddenly excitedly hugged my wife and kissed her. Then, not caring whether my wife's genitals had just been penetrated by that man, I frantically sucked on my wife's breasts, spread my wife's thighs, and pressed my mouth against her dark forest.
What followed was the inevitable end of my marriage. My wife left her job at the women's clothing store in Yintai and became the manager of this 51-year-old man's men's clothing store. She also officially moved out of the tenement building and into a proper residential complex. On the third or fourth night after moving in, my wife started telling me she wanted to find a job. I was puzzled; she hadn't just started as the manager of this men's clothing store, yet her commission and salary were so good. I had a premonition that something was wrong. So, my wife confessed everything about her and the store owner, saying that I could choose to break up, and she had also decided to leave this old man. If I didn't want her anymore, she would go back to her hometown to find a blind date. Perhaps because I had already been exposed to 69.net at that time, what I felt deep down was my wife's charm. Even if she was taken by that old man, as long as it was my wife's own choice, I would only like my wife more, and like her body.
In the end, my stance was that I absolutely had to marry her. I loved everything about her, no matter how old the men she had slept with, as long as her heart belonged to one person. I hoped she would continue working as the manager of the shop. My wife was initially reluctant, but eventually agreed to continue working there, making it clear that she would never sleep with the shop owner again. After that, my lovely wife worked at the shop during the day, and when she got home, she would start taking off her clothes, wearing only her underwear at home. I would take her in various positions, constantly asking her questions while I was inside her. My wife and I became addicted to this feeling. She would recall how she had been brought to orgasm by the shop owner at his house, and how she had given him oral sex in his car. Then, at the new product ordering conference the following year, my wife, as the shop manager, went on a business trip with the shop owner. Before the trip, I was thrusting into my wife's body on the bed while asking her to satisfy my desires.
For those three days and three nights, I only called them once, on the first day after they arrived at the hotel. They never called at night. On the fourth day, Saturday, my wife returned. I saw her new coat downstairs. What truly
surprised me was that when she took off her coat at home, she was wearing new underwear (the photo in the album was taken by the shop owner, but those underwear were the ones my wife wore before her business trip).
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The rest of the story is probably predictable. My wife stood there with her eyes closed, letting me taste her body. I, wearing only my underwear, held her face and kissed her tenderly, gently touching her lips. Perhaps it was just my imagination, or perhaps it was real, but when my wife opened her mouth to receive my tongue, I felt a strangeness I had never felt before. I think I was mostly stimulated by psychological suggestion at that time, because I was thinking... how many times had my dear woman used her gentle lips to envelop that old man's lower body during those three days and three nights? The old man's hard penis was exposed so brazenly on my wife's beautiful face. My beloved wife's mouth must have been filled with that old man's semen these past few days. The implication was so strong. As I stroked my wife's buttocks and we kissed, my wife hadn't even touched my genitals yet, but my penis was already as hard as an iron rod.
When my wife's hand reached into my underwear, she was aroused. There was no need for any extra foreplay, and I couldn't even wait to take off her panties. My wife held my penis with both hands, lay down with her head between my legs, and I followed her down, my penis directly entering my wife's warm mouth. What greeted me was my wife's open thighs, and I saw her new underwear, which I was seeing for the first time today. The narrow part of the underwear that clung to my wife's private parts even had a slit in the middle, just enough to reveal my wife's vulva. The attraction and stimulation for me was really too strong. Now, looking back, I am very grateful to this old man. It was he who gave my wife this unforgettable experience. I desperately pressed my mouth to my wife's vulva, sucking on it along with the underwear, sucking on this vulva that had just endured three days and three nights of being pounded by a 51-year-old man. I desperately sucked every drop of lubrication flowing out of my wife's vaginal opening, while my lower body repeatedly thrust deep into my wife's mouth.
I then helped my wife up and had her hold onto the windowsill. My wife's alluring buttocks were truly a man's favorite. Holding her, I thrust in and out, again and again, until I reached the deepest point. This feeling could only be experienced when I was at my hardest and deeply penetrated. I could clearly feel the tip of my penis touching the tender flesh at the very depths of my wife's vagina. It was a continuous, deepest impact until I ejaculated completely into her uterus. I was drenched in sweat, and my wife's legs were stiff and trembling. Now, my wife and I both believe that although it was short and only in one position, it was the most pleasurable and thorough intercourse we've ever had.
As the book says, after the intense pleasure, my wife and I were left with an extreme emptiness. We didn't know why, even though we loved each other, we had chosen to escape the light and become hopelessly addicted to this unusual sexual ecstasy. My wife's beautiful body could belong entirely to me, yet I allowed her to be with another man. My wife understood that she was meant to marry this man and become his wife, yet in the past three days she had been having unrestrained intercourse with a man old enough to be her father. We embraced naked and she said, "Let's get married."
Afterwards, we took wedding photos, got our marriage certificate, and had a small wedding banquet.
After marriage, my wife continued to work at the shop, and life was peaceful and uneventful. As far as I know, she never had sex with the shop owner again after the marriage; the inappropriate but apt description is "respectful as guests." However, her feelings for this shop owner, who could be her father or her former lover, were more complicated. The shop owner never remarried and treated my wife as before, tolerant and caring, but he never asked her to give him any part of her body again. He treated my wife like his own daughter.
As a result, there is now a subtle sense of complete trust between the shop owner, my wife, and me. My wife now goes on business trips and eats with him, and I have attended the shop owner's birthday party. At least twice, when my wife and I were making love, she even took a phone call with the shop owner while we were having sex, never worrying that he would find out. As for whether my wife has really given herself to the shop owner again, I never ask. We only agree to follow our hearts, not to betray each other, and to love each other as before.

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