My wife's story of being cuckolded

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My name is Zhou Jiang, and I'm an ordinary person. After graduating from university, I passed the civil service exam.

Five years later, I'm still just a low-level clerk.

The only thing that brings color to my life is my beautiful wife.

Three years ago, I married a beautiful woman named Shanshan. She's my only

solace in this boring and ordinary life.

Let me introduce my wife, Shanshan. Because she loves to be affectionate, I like to call her "Baby." She's a typical beauty from southern China

, with fair and radiant skin.

She has an oval face, a high nose, and especially captivating big eyes.

She has a charming figure, standing at 160cm and weighing 43kg, with excellent proportions. Her long, straight

legs are adorned with size 35 white feet. In the summer, she likes to wear miniskirts or hot pants,

with red nail polish on her toes, and sexy sandals or openwork high-heeled sandals. Just looking at her lower body is enough to make any male

animal's mouth dry.

Her upper body is equally impressive. Her breasts aren't huge, but they're a B+ close to a D cup. Crucially, her nipples

are small and pink.

Her long, slender waist, paired with her pert, round buttocks, always excites me immensely during our lovemaking.

My darling works at a bank; thanks to her father-in-law's connections, she got a job as an office clerk,

much easier and better than a teller's job.

Perhaps because the work is so relaxed, she loves chatting online, whether on QQ or WeChat. She has tons of friends, and my wife

is very curious. Sometimes I can tell that the men who add her as a friend have ulterior motives, but she still maintains her

curiosity about strangers.

But it's just curiosity, nothing more.

And our story begins with my darling's online friends.

Today, my boss went out for a business dinner, so I could leave early and avoid seeing his hormonally imbalanced, grumpy face. I was in a good mood,

humming a tuneless pop song as I walked home.

My darling usually gets off work early, so as soon as she came in, I called out, "Honey, you're home!" I called twice, but there was no answer

. I wondered where she was.

Then I heard the sound of water running in the bathroom. Hehe, she's taking a shower, quite quickly. Bored, I sat on the sofa to rest and

glanced at my wife's phone. Out of boredom, I picked it up to play a game, but after unlocking it, I found my wife was

chatting with someone.

Just as I was about to close it, the content made me stop.

My darling was chatting with a netizen named (Strong and Powerful Man). The conversation went like this: Strong Man: Beautiful lady, I looked at

your album. Is that you? Darling (my wife's online name): Yes, why? Strong Man: No, I just think

you're super pretty, almost unreal, like a celebrity.

Darling: So-so.

Celebrities are much prettier than me. Strong Man: How could that be? At least when I saw your picture, I felt aroused.

Darling: Aroused? Aroused about what?

Strong Man: I'm afraid if I tell you, you'll get angry and block me.

Darling: You only say half of what you mean. Just say it, I promise I won't get angry.

Strong Man: I just want to fuck your cunt and asshole. I think if you could sleep with me for one night, I could fuck you 5 times or even

more.

Little Darling: You're so annoying, I have a husband.

Big Man: See, I told you not to say it, but you insisted, are you angry now! Besides, I was just fantasizing.

Little Darling: Forget it, you're so unreliable. You become a beast the moment you see a woman online, and five times a night, do you think you

're Superman?

(Sigh! No matter what, women still like compliments, even if they're explicit

.

) Big Man: Is five times a lot? I can really do it.

And my penis is super big, 20 centimeters long.

Little Darling: I don't believe you! My husband once said that very few Asians have that long, unless you're European or

African.

Big Man: I'm dizzy, why would I lie to you? I dated a young married woman a while ago, if you don't believe me, I'll send you her number,

go ask her. Little Darling: Go, go, go, why would I ask that! Big Man: It's

better to see the real thing than to ask someone else. Okay, wait a minute, I'll send you a picture.

Little Darling: Okay, I don't believe it.

Big Man: But you have to do me a favor.

Little Darling: What's up? Big Guy: Send me a picture of yourself. I want to rub my dick until it gets bigger in front of your picture

.

Little Darling: No way, my husband will be angry if he finds out.

Big Guy: Just send one where I can't see your face.

Little Darling: Okay then. (Then my wife actually sent a picture

of herself in pajamas. In the picture, my wife was looking in the big mirror at home, and her entire body, from her neck to her feet, was completely exposed. She was also wearing a pair of sexy black high-heeled sandals .

The pajamas were very revealing; the black gauze skirt was just below her buttocks, and her breasts were only half covered.

I bought this pajamas for my wife. I know how much of a killer it is for men when my wife wears it.) Big Guy:

Wow, after seeing your figure, I have to take back what I said. If I get the chance, I must possess you for a long time. One night is far from

enough.

Little Darling: Stop talking nonsense and hurry up.

Two minutes later, a nude photo of a man was sent. The photo wasn't particularly clear, but it was still evident

that the man was very strong, with dark skin and bulging muscles all over his body. Judging from the door frame behind him, he was at least

1.9 meters tall. His lower body was erect, with a penis even darker than his skin. It was very thick, and you could tell the man was using

his hand to examine and grip the shaft, with bulging veins.

It had a large, shiny glans, which looked about the size of a small egg.

Two large testicles, the size of walnuts, hung below. He was covered

in thick, dark pubic hair that extended all the way to his navel.

In his other hand, he was holding a cigarette box for comparison; you could see that a regular cigarette box was only about half the length of his penis

.

Little Baby: Oh my god! It's almost as thick as my wrist, and so long it looks like a monster.

Big Man: Hehe, all the women I've slept with are paralyzed by me.

Little Baby: But you're so dark, and your muscles look a bit scary.

Big Man: I do manual labor for a long time.

So my stamina is really good, I can last at least half an hour.

Little Baby: Have you slept with a lot of women? Big Man: Not many, but a lot of times.

For example, that young woman I told you about, her husband works abroad for a long time.

We've been together for half a year, and except for her period, I've slept with her 3 to 4 times a day. She

even lived in my house for more than 2 months, and I've opened her anus too.

Little Baby: You're so bad! Big Man: I'm bad too, that young woman, I fucked her every time.

If she hadn't been taking birth control pills, I would have gotten her pregnant.

Little Baby: That's why I need to be wary of you. Big

Man: You're wrong, that young woman isn't just because her husband is going back to his country, she can't live without me.

She told me herself that I gave her an orgasm she had never experienced before, and she was very grateful to me.

She even considered becoming my long-term sex slave.

Little Darling: Really? I've never felt anything so good.

Big Man: Hehe, maybe your husband isn't good enough.

Little Darling: Fine, so what if he's not as good as you? I love my husband, that's enough.

Big Man: I didn't say anything. Besides, sex and love aren't mutually exclusive, and doing it secretly won't affect your life

.

Little Darling: Forget it, I never thought about that.

Big Man: It's nice to be friends, having a beautiful online friend like you to chat with when I'm bored.

By the way, grant me a small wish.

Little Darling: What is it? Big Man: Where do you work? Can I meet you? Little Darling:

What do you want?

Big Man: I just want to see you from afar, I promise, please, my little fairy.

(I knew I was in trouble when I saw this. My wife is very soft-hearted; no matter how angry she is, she

softens whenever someone begs her.) Sure enough, she said it anyway. My sweet little one: "Sigh, there's nothing I can do. I work at XX Bank. Let's make it clear I won't

see you in person , just a quick glance.

" The big man: "Okay, I promise I'll just see you once." My

sweet little one: "I'm not saying anything more. My husband's coming home soon, and I need to take a shower. Bye-bye." Their chat

ended there.

Although my sweetheart didn't say anything to that person and was still considerate of me in her words, I felt a bit

complicated, a little angry, a little bitter, and my heart was inexplicably racing. While

I was lost in thought, my wife came out of the shower, wearing the same black gauze nightgown she

wore in the photo today. She seemed happy to see me, saying, "Honey, you're home so early today!" She

came over and hugged me cutely for a while. But

I was a little absent-minded. My wife probably noticed something was wrong and asked me what was wrong.

I casually said, "Honey, I'm hungry and a little tired."

My wife kissed my cheek and said, "Then you rest, I'll cook."

Then, wiggling her sexy little butt, she went into the kitchen.

My wife had specially made my favorite stir-fried shrimp and even poured me a glass of wine. Looking at her obedient and virtuous

appearance, I told myself I was overthinking it; my darling still loves me.

After dinner, I got up to wash up, while my wife watched TV in the living room.

After washing up, I came out of the kitchen and saw my wife seemingly lost in thought, staring intently at the cigarette pack I had left on the coffee table.

Seeing this, my mind went blank. It seemed my wife was still lusting after someone; she must have seen the cigarette pack and was comparing it to that

man's penis.

I told myself not to panic and walked over calmly, suddenly asking, "Wife , what are you looking at?" My

wife seemed startled and said, "Nothing, nothing."

I didn't expose her. I sat down next to her, my eyes still on the TV, but my mind was racing. I'm

not very tall, only 1.7 meters, my erect penis is only 12 centimeters and quite thin, and I work in an office all day, lacking

exercise.

I'm only 30, and I already have a belly.

Moreover, due to the pressures of life, it had been a long time since I'd had quality sex with my wife. Each time, including undressing,

it was a quick 10 minutes before I finished.

It seems that although my wife doesn't say anything, she's a normal person and has sexual needs, which is normal.

Not really interested in watching anymore, I went back to the bedroom, lay on the bed, and was just

drifting off to sleep when my wife suddenly threw off the covers and snuggled into my arms. I was startled awake and touched her; she was completely naked

.

Her small hand reached into my underwear, grasped my penis , and gently began to stroke it

. Noticing I was awake, she crawled to my ear and whispered, "Honey, baby wants it."

I kissed her lips, and she excitedly increased the speed of her stroking. I rolled over and

pinned her beneath me, touching her vulva a few times. She immediately moaned and quickly became wet

.

At this moment, my penis was also hard from her stroking. I spread her legs with my hands, aimed my penis, and easily

inserted it.

When I entered her body, my wife reacted strongly, moaning loudly, unlike her usual

shy self.

I knew perfectly well why, but I also inexplicably became excited.

I thrust into her vagina while rubbing her nipples.

My wife's face flushed, and her body trembled slightly with excitement.

I suddenly said, "You slut, is it good?" My wife instinctively answered, "Yes."

Then I asked, "Why are you so horny today?"

My wife was clearly taken aback for a moment before replying, "I just wanted it!" I sneered inwardly, "You slut, trying to lie to me

."

"Let me get you to talk." I

said, "Honey, I wish my dick was bigger." My wife

said, "Mmm." I continued, "Is a big dick more comfortable or a small dick?"

My wife hesitated for a moment and then said, "A big one."

I continued, "If a 20-centimeter dick were to fuck your cunt right now, would you be scared?"

Hearing this, my wife's eyes widened, her whole body trembled, and she let out a loud, lewd moan. She

pressed her two small hands against my buttocks, trying to force my dick in deeper.

At this moment, I felt my wife's vagina contract, secreting a large amount of fluid, and she actually had an orgasm

.

My wife isn't usually this sensitive.

Then I decided to add fuel to the fire and continued, "You little slut, with such a good body,

aren't you afraid of being raped?" My wife hummed and said she wasn't afraid.

I continued, "There are a lot of perverted men these days. They love to lure women out, to places where no one is around, and then fuck them

with their big dicks, fucking those fooled women's cunts hard."

After I finished, I would ejaculate inside their vaginas and uteruses, making them pregnant with another man's child.

My wife didn't answer when I said this, she just excitedly twisted her body, her little buttocks thrusting upwards

to meet my penis.

As her moans grew louder, I fucked her faster and faster.

My wife also became aroused, calling out, "Husband, fuck me faster, fuck me harder!"

Her little hands were scratching and clawing at my back.

I usually ejaculate quickly, but today my wife was like a different person, so horny.

Before she even reached her climax, I yelled and ejaculated. I

then lay on top of her, panting, but she was still in the throes of passion and didn't notice I had ejaculated. She was still holding my

waist, her little buttocks swaying, still calling out "Faster, faster, faster!"

But soon she realized I had stopped thrusting and was just panting on top of her. She

suddenly started sobbing.

I panicked and quickly hugged my darling, kissing her face and asking what was wrong, darling.

My wife didn't answer me immediately.

After a short while, she said, "It's okay, it's just that it was almost my period, and stopping abruptly made me feel a little uncomfortable.

" Hearing my wife's words, I felt very disappointed and couldn't help but blame myself. It's all my fault, I'm so useless.

My wife hugged me tightly, comforting me, saying it's alright.

Maybe I've been too tired lately, and so on—After my wife and I calmed down, I decided to

have a good talk with her.

I prepared myself and said, "Honey, I accidentally saw your chat with a guy online called 'Strong and Resilient Man' today

."

My wife: "Oh! Actually, I didn't think you'd be angry. It was just casual chatting. Honey, are you angry?" I

thought for a moment and replied, "No, I can't control what others say. Honey, you didn't do anything wrong."

My wife: "Honey, you're so good to me. I will love you forever, don't worry."

Then I added, "Actually, honey, you've had a tough time too. I know you're frustrated because you can't release your emotions and

can't talk to anyone about it."

My wife: "Honey, life isn't just about sex. Even if our sex life isn't perfect, I still feel

very happy."

I continued, "But sex is indeed a very important part of life."

My wife replied, "Honey, don't overthink it. Really, I don't mind."

After a few minutes of internal struggle, I uttered the words that would later plunge my life into madness

.

"Honey," I said, "if you're ever really upset in the future, I'll allow you to have sex with other people with my knowledge,

but please be careful."

My wife paused for a few minutes, then said softly, "Honey, are you angry with me?" I quickly replied, "No,

I'm not saying this out of anger. I just can't bear to see you suffer, and you'll always love me, right?" My wife

said, "Yes, honey, I'll always love you. Don't worry."

After saying that, we hugged tightly. My wife gently kissed my chest, and I lovingly stroked her hair.

Before I knew it, we had fallen asleep.

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