My wife's former lover

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This is my wife's second lover, and also the second lover she's had since we decided to play this extramarital affair game. Because my wife has to take care of the children and the house, she hasn't had much contact with the outside world lately, and therefore almost no opportunities to meet other men, making it difficult to find someone. But we're both very interested. I have a cuckold fetish; just thinking about it makes me hard. And she, as a woman, a married woman, also wants to try other men and other relationships. I firmly believe that women, especially beautiful women, must always be in a state of being in love to maintain their youth and beauty. No man wants to live with a haggard wife. I love her, love our home, and cherish our love nest in my own way.

Getting to the point, this time the target was someone she chose herself, someone she knew from the past—a former colleague. This man had always coveted my wife's beauty and wanted to pursue her, but my wife thought he was a bit too lewd and avoided him. My wife said that this man was actually quite handsome. My wife started seducing him, and it was actually quite simple: she found his WeChat and sent him a greeting. Seeing his dream girl proactively contact him, the man naturally became very enthusiastic and pursued her relentlessly. Although my wife had given birth, she had recovered her figure very well, and with her outstanding looks, she was stunningly beautiful with just a little makeup. Most men couldn't resist her, let alone a man who had long admired her beauty. Things went smoothly, and soon they arranged to meet. The first time they met, he picked her up in his Audi at the A6 residential area. I wasn't home that day, but my wife said she wasn't dressed provocatively, but she was very tasteful and fashionable, making him feel she was a goddess. They had dinner together at the Grand Canyon restaurant, chatting happily and essentially tacitly acknowledging their affair. My wife came home particularly happy that day, saying she was very satisfied; he was thinner and more handsome than before. I asked her, "So, is everything alright?" Because my wife has high standards for her lovers, she doesn't find just anyone appealing. My wife nodded shyly, showing that she agreed. For a while afterward, my wife chatted with him every day and was noticeably happier, always radiant. Seeing her like this made me happy; even setting aside lust, just making her this happy was enough.

The second lover was very proactive, always trying to ask my wife out, and she was happy to oblige. So, after a few days, my wife made an excuse to go shopping and went out with him in the afternoon. She only told me about this after they had planned it, which I found very exciting, as if my wife was actually cheating on me, rather than reporting it to me first. This made it even more thrilling. My wife didn't let him follow her into the supermarket, afraid of being seen by acquaintances. After she finished her business, she went back to the car and talked to him for a while. Then the man drove her towards home, but instead of going home, he found a secluded spot and stopped the car. My wife said that the whole way, he drove with one hand and held her hand with the other, constantly stroking it. After the car stopped, as they talked, the man looked directly at my wife, then leaned in, and my wife didn't flinch, meeting his lips. They kissed for the first time! It was a passionate French kiss. My wife loves French kissing, but my technique is terrible; I prefer simpler kisses. My wife said the kiss lasted a long time, a minute or two. The man's technique was average, but he was very proactive. Later, he suggested we go to the back, it was more spacious. (He later drove a large 7-seater SUV.) My wife seemed hesitant at first, but eventually got out and went into the back. In the spacious back seat, they kissed passionately. The man kissed almost every inch of her skin—her cheeks, ears, neck, and stomach. When he kissed her ear, she couldn't help but moan softly. Later, the man tried to touch her thighs and breasts, but she refused; she didn't want things to move too fast and wanted to take it slow. My wife was wearing flesh-colored stockings that day, and he must have been incredibly aroused. His penis got hard, and he even looked down at himself. My wife saw all of this and said she found it very exciting. They lingered in the car for over 20 minutes. Since time was limited, he reluctantly drove her home. When I got home from work that

night, my wife told me the whole story. She said it didn't feel good, she even felt a little disgusted, maybe because things progressed too quickly, and she didn't like him bragging (maybe that was true). I said

none of that mattered, the important thing was to have fun, it's okay, we can take it slow. My wife agreed, saying we should talk more. The man, having gained the favor of such a beautiful woman and gotten a little advantage, became even more proactive. I could tell he really wanted to sleep with my wife, and it seemed like he was serious. He contacted my wife every day and always tried to find opportunities to go to the neighborhood, hoping she would meet him, but my wife never gave him the chance. Later, at one of my wife's classmate reunions, they met again, and my wife called the man to go to the New World shopping mall. Pick her up. Before this, my wife probably noticed I wasn't really into the game, so she took the initiative to help me. She said she'd play along, telling me their date time and location, and even discussing how to make it more exciting. We agreed that I'd hide near their date garden, and she'd get out of the car and kiss him, letting me have some fun too. Writing this, I'm still very touched. Honestly, I'm truly grateful to my wife. I was feeling down at the time and didn't want to tell her, afraid of affecting her. But after so many years together, my wife knows me better than I know myself. She can't hide anything from me; she noticed I wasn't feeling well. All of this was arranged by her.

One day before their third date, I told my wife this in bed… Although I thought I was mentally prepared, I hoped you would tell me before taking the final step. My main concern was that I might not be able to accept it, because it seems many men can't accept their wives actually letting other men sleep with them. I initially thought I could accept it, but then I thought that if my wife slept with him, she wouldn't belong to me alone anymore, so I still had some reservations. That's why I made this request, and my wife readily agreed. That day, she texted me saying they had arrived at the garden, so I rushed over. The garden was quite large and had very few people, with several cars parked inside. I guessed that most people were either dating or having sex in their cars. I easily spotted a dark blue SUV parked facing inwards on a small road. At first, my wife seemed relatively free... She texted me, but then I realized she was busy; her messages took a long time to send and were mostly just one or two words. I knew they'd started. I chose a small hill, diagonally behind the car on the left, so they wouldn't see me while they were doing their business. I sat in the tree pit pretending to play on my phone, but secretly listening to their car. I had mixed feelings; my penis was involuntarily hard, and I felt a bit uneasy. I thought, since it's the third time, and my wife has gotten into the car with her, I'll let her have her way. So, even though I knew my wife wasn't comfortable replying, but I figured she might see it, I sent her a message: "If you feel good, it's up to you." What I really meant was: "Honey, I agree to you having sex with him."
"Later, my wife said she didn't see anything... I originally thought they'd finish quickly and get off the bus, but they didn't get off after waiting for a long time. I got curious and wanted to see what was going on, so I secretly walked to the back of the bus, hoping I might hear some sounds of them making love. Just as I got to the back of the bus, I saw the man's upper body, which had been bent over, get up through the back window. It seemed like he saw me too. I had two thoughts in my mind: first, my wife and he must be lying together, and the man must be on top of my wife, doing something to her. Second, I had to get away quickly so I wouldn't be discovered."
Later, I went around to the earthen slope diagonally behind the car to peek, hoping to catch a glimpse of them getting out. I imagined my wife's hair disheveled and clothes in disarray from their passionate lovemaking inside the car, and how she would tidy herself up as she got out. The thought was incredibly arousing (though I knew she had definitely tidied herself up in the car before they got out). Just thinking about it made my penis throb uncontrollably. I didn't care if anyone saw me; I grabbed my penis through my pants and started masturbating until I almost ejaculated inside… About an hour later, the back door opened, and they got out one after the other. The man came out first, wearing a white shirt that was already spilling out of his pants. The woman came out a minute later—my beautiful wife. That day, she wore a long, loose-fitting peach-colored top, with hot pants hidden under the hem, flesh-colored pantyhose, and black high boots. She looked like a celestial being, and at the same time, so sexy that every man wanted to exhaust his last drop of essence on her! After my wife got out of the car, she quickly tidied her hair, and they strolled along the dirt path. I was eager to see if she was holding his arm or hand, but I didn't dare get too close, so I couldn't see clearly. Later, my wife said they had started by holding hands. They walked slowly, and I watched their backs from afar. The man was very tall, probably 186 cm, and the woman just reached his chest; she was slim, dressed fashionably and sexily, and they looked very well-matched. In my eyes, my wife, standing next to him, looked like a young girl experiencing her first love, sometimes kicking pebbles, sometimes skipping with her hands behind her back, as if she had returned to her school days, seemingly enjoying herself. Later, they gradually walked back to the car, and I saw them stop. The man's back was to me, and because my wife was petite, I couldn't see her body or face except for her arm around the man's waist. I knew they were kissing; my wife was definitely letting me see, trying to provoke me. That afternoon, I was filled with complex emotions, even a little bittersweet. Thinking about how my beautiful wife had given her body, her private garden, her virginity that was once mine alone, to that man in the car, I felt an urge to cry. Writing this now, I'm mostly moved, and my penis keeps getting hard. I think, I'm willing to let you fully experience love, passion, indulgence, and even the exciting, emotionally charged sex—any man you approve of!

Later, I went back to the apartment complex to get my car, intending to pick up my wife and listen to her story. My wife told me they lay side-by-side in the back of the car chatting for a while. She didn't feel anything, and even almost fell asleep… but she still gained something. Before, my wife was a very pure woman. Although she had a few boyfriends and a lover, she had never actually seen or touched the penis of any other man besides me. This time in the car, the man and she kissed passionately as he pulled up her shirt, unhooked her bra, and fully exposed her fair breasts, displaying them to him. He then enjoyed the beautiful woman's pink nipples. His wife couldn't stand having her breasts touched by others, and her passionate moans aroused the man's blood. He didn't know who initiated it, but his wife's hand began to caress his penis through his pants. Seeing this, the man understood that her boundaries had been crossed, so he said, "It's not enough through the pants, let's touch it inside." His wife said, "I like this feeling." Unable to resist, the man took out his penis and placed it in her small hand. His wife, too, looked at the second man's penis with great anticipation for the first time. She tried a few times, but found it was different from her husband's; this man's penis didn't have a foreskin on the glans, so she stopped, probably afraid she wouldn't know how and might hurt him. My wife said this man's penis wasn't big, not as long as mine, but about the same thickness, and not dark, so it didn't give her much stimulation. I later told her that circumcised men have larger glans penises, and she agreed it was bigger than mine. The man was excited, pressing himself against the woman, enjoying her sensual body, caressing her stockinged legs from calves to thighs, all the way to the groin. He brazenly massaged the woman's genitals through her hot pants. Because my wife was on the seventh day of her period and wearing a thin panty liner, she refused him, probably because he... The feel wasn't great either... Although my wife later said something wasn't right, her face was still flushed in the car that day, haha, a woman in the throes of passion is the most beautiful.

This was basically the last date between this man and my wife. My wife said something wasn't right, she had no sexual desire for him, and decided not to play with him anymore.

My wife's second lover ended just like that, still bringing more joy and excitement to our lives, and also fulfilling my wife's dream of a second penis (although it wasn't real sex :)). Moreover, I found that through this man, my inner thoughts were much more complex than with her first lover. Most importantly, I found that the love for my wife that had been deeply buried in my heart surged up again. I am very grateful to her, and even more... I love her so much, it feels like our love has entered a second spring! In any case, I'm content; I'm truly content to have married such a wife! Considerate, caring, beautiful, sexy, alluring, even a little bit wild—this woman is my blessing.

We raise our children together, play games that other couples wouldn't even dare to dream of, support each other, and although we haven't yet experienced caring for the elderly, I have complete confidence in her abilities. I believe anyone who sees a man describe his wife like this would feel lucky for him!
Finally, my wife, no matter who is reading this article, or no one has the patience to finish it, or it's been sealed away at the bottom of our old box, this last sentence is written just for you: I love you, forever and ever…!

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