A stranger trains his quiet wife (repost)

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If you want to know how to train your wife to be a cuckold, you can read my two previous articles first. Read this one after you understand the background. My articles are usually quite long because I want to describe the details clearly and present the real-life scenarios for fellow enthusiasts to reference. This time is no exception.
Those who have read my previous articles should know that after inviting Xiao Liu (a single man) for the first time last year, my cuckoldry fantasies exploded. When I have sex with my wife, I often use words to stimulate her, making her recall what it feels like to be watched by me while someone else penetrates her. From initially being shy and unwilling to return, she later accepted it and even actively used various methods to stimulate herself to reach a higher level of orgasm. (Here I want to clarify that guys with cuckold fetishes shouldn't feel like they're being cheated on. Being cheated on is when your wife cheats on you with another man, which is completely different from actively seeking pleasure for both of you for other purposes. On the contrary, a man who can do the latter demonstrates exceptional control over women. Similarly, it doesn't mean your penis is weak or your technique is lacking; rather, it means you understand the nuances of sex better than other men who only "brute force.") Okay, let me continue.
I remember once, I wanted to invite a single man I'd previously met out again, because I thought my wife wouldn't refuse since we'd already done it. But to my surprise, she was still too traditional and shy to agree. But everyone knows that women say one thing and mean another, so I set her up again.
One weekend, I arranged for the single man to book a room at the agreed-upon location and bring me a set of clothes (you'll see what they were for later). Then I told my wife that a friend from out of town was visiting Shanghai and we needed to entertain him. Of course, she dressed up beautifully and went with me. As we approached the hotel, I told my wife to wait in the car while I went up to meet him, then we'd go straight to dinner. Following our pre-arranged plan, the man and I tidied the room, putting all the toys, including the rope, in the drawers. I told the man to quietly go downstairs and wait for my call. Then I called my wife, making up an excuse to have her come up first.
Once she was in the room, I immediately grabbed the rope and tied her up, binding her hands behind her back, making her sit on a stool, and binding her legs to the stool legs, so her thighs couldn't close. Then, mimicking the binding techniques in adult films, I used the rope to tie her around her chest and around the chair. While I was tying her up, my wife kept complaining, saying things like, "What are you doing? Oh no! What are you doing now?" I just brushed her off, saying I wanted to play something more romantic, but my hands never stopped.
After binding her, I used adult tape to gag her. Then I whispered in her ear, "Because you kept refusing to play, I specially hired two 'training masters' to train you. You're going to have a good time today." As soon as I finished speaking, my wife kept shaking her head, a very complicated expression on her face, but because her mouth was sealed, she couldn't speak. The scene looked like she was really about to be raped, and for a moment I even felt a strong urge to go for it immediately, but I knew the real show was yet to come.
I slowly took out various props she liked from the drawer. After I finished, I told her that I had arranged with the "trainers" that I wouldn't be in the room during the training, but because there were cameras, I could see everything from next door. After saying that, I left the room.
Downstairs, I changed into the clothes the single man had given me, and before going inside, I put on a wig and mask.
Entering the room, I saw that my wife was already aroused, and the single man was too. As agreed beforehand, the single man briefly introduced us, the so-called "trainers," to reassure my wife. But I could clearly see the unwilling and somewhat frightened expression on her face, her mouth sealed shut. I gestured to the single man to be slow and gentle.
We approached her and knelt down, slowly caressing her calves. Behind the mask, I felt as if I weren't the man who spent every day with this woman. My wife, too, perceived us as complete strangers, strangers whose faces we couldn't even see. Our large hands roamed slowly over her body, and she breathed cautiously like a bound lamb under the saliva of a hungry wolf.
We weren't in a hurry to undress her, but instead gently caressed her face and earlobes with our lips and breath. Our hands lightly stroked her non-sensitive areas, slowly moving from her calves to her thighs, pulling back just before reaching her genitals. After a few minutes, I noticed she closed her eyes; I knew she was aroused.
I gave her a signal to begin the real assault (by then, both my and the single man's groins were already bulging). Our hands moved up and down, gradually entering her sensitive areas. I naturally targeted her lower body, wanting to see if my wife was truly aroused.
The result shocked me! Before my hand even touched her panties, I could already feel the wet, sticky pubic area at the base of her thighs; the bottom of her panties was almost completely soaked. When my hand touched her genitals through her panties, she couldn't help but let out an incredibly lewd moan. I felt the time was ripe. After taking off her panties, I gently tore off the tape from her mouth. She took a deep breath, and before she could even catch her breath again, I kissed her. Our tongues intertwined, and she didn't resist at all. The other man wasn't idle either; he untied the rope around her chest and started pulling down her shirt. Since my wife's hands were still tied behind her back, her clothes were only half off. We lifted her shirt, and her two nipples stood erect, yearning for us to suckle. (My wife really enjoys having two men kiss her breasts at the same time. She told me this herself after our last threesome; she said the feeling was wonderful but very comfortable.) When we actually kissed her breasts lightly at the same time, I saw out of the corner of my eye that her expression and demeanor were no longer that of fear; instead, she was immersed in a sea of desire, enjoying the feeling of being violated.
While we were kissing her breasts, our hands weren't idle either, slowly moving from her thighs to her private parts. She was already overflowing with desire; even the slightest touch to her clitoris made her tremble and let out a wanton moan. This was the most exciting moment, and my favorite. Because although I knew who was playing with her, she was completely unaware. Seeing my wife so wanton in front of two masked "strangers" was an indescribable thrill.
We slowly wrapped him up on the bed, his hands still tied behind his back. I loved seeing her helpless expression; bondage was a great prop. The single man and I quickly pulled down our pants, our erect penises practically bursting. My wife, kneeling between us, though her hands were bound, didn't try to break free. Instead, she instinctively moved her body and took my penis into her mouth, beginning to suckle. The single man moved behind my wife, one hand kneading her erect breasts, the other violating her genitals. I saw my wife's hands, bound behind her back, directly facing the single man's penis, naturally stroking it. My wife's oral skills were excellent; sometimes she took it all in and sucked, sometimes she pulled it out and licked it back and forth with her tongue. Coupled with the instinctive desire arising from being played with, she had an expression of yearning for approval, begging for penetration. It was incredibly tempting. I couldn't resist anymore. I pulled my nearly bursting penis out of her mouth, switched positions with the single man, put on a condom, and thrust into her from behind. My wife threw her head back and moaned lasciviously. Later I learned that she had orgasmed again the instant I penetrated her. I continued thrusting in and out from behind. I pulled her arms, lifting her upper body; her buttocks slapped against my thighs with each thrust, making a slapping sound. Her head was raised high, her breasts being sucked by the single man. At some point, the single man brought out a vibrator and moved it towards my wife's clitoris. I heard my wife moaning, "No, no, I can't take it anymore, ah…don't do this, I'm going to orgasm again, no…don't stop…ah…don't stop…don't stop…" Suddenly, a tremor ran through her, and I instantly pulled out my penis. My wife collapsed onto the single man, still slightly distressed. I let her rest for a few seconds, untied her bound hands, laid her flat on the bed, and then slowly penetrated her again. With her hands free, my wife instinctively grasped the single man's penis. He, of course, had been waiting for this, adjusting his position so she could easily suck and manipulate it. I took the vibrator from the single man and, while still inside her, roamed it over her body. My wife, with my penis in her mouth, used the brief pauses in her mouth to say, "No, you can't use this... ah... ahh... I can't take it, please... don't use this... let me go, ah... ah... woo... woo, I've already orgasmed so many times, woo..." I ignored her pleas and placed the vibrator back on her clitoris, increasing the intensity. Unable to withstand the stimulation, my wife reluctantly spat out my penis, screaming desperately, "Ah... no, ah... no, I'm going to die, ah... I really can't take it anymore, please... ah... ah..." Now came the real "training." I removed the vibrator and, lowering my voice (afraid my wife would recognize me), asked, "Tell me, are you a little bitch?" My wife shook her head, refusing to answer. I immediately turned the vibrator back on to stimulate her, and she cried out again as if electrocuted: "Ah...no...no...ah...please, I am...ah...I am...ah, don't do it anymore, it's going to break...ah..." I removed the vibrator, pretending not to hear clearly, and asked again, "What did you say?" "I am...I am a little bitch...please let me go...ah..." I got the answer I wanted (you see, to my wife, I was a stranger wearing a mask). My brain was instantly engorged with blood, and I adjusted my position, thrusting wildly. "Ah...ah...so good, don't stop, ah...it's coming again, don't stop, ah..." At that moment, I finished too. After stopping thrusting, my lower body was joined with my wife's, and after a few more thrusts, I slowly pulled out my penis. My wife collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily as if she had used up all her strength.
After I pulled out my penis, I saw some whitish, sticky fluid on my wife's genitals. I gently touched it with my hand, occasionally inserting my penis and thrusting in and out a few times. My wife's hands were too weak to resist, but the pleasure was still there. I slowly got out of bed to clean up in the bathroom. At this moment, the single man said, "Wife, I haven't had my turn yet, let me satisfy you too." I saw the single man turn my wife over, lift her big buttocks, and let her knees support her on the bed, slowly inserting himself from behind. To be honest, that guy's penis, although not as hard as mine, was definitely much bigger. I heard my wife say, "Ah, so big... ah no, slower... it's going to break... ah... it's going to break, ah... ah..." The single man was quite gentle, listening to my wife's words, slowing down his movements, but then suddenly speeding up the rhythm a few times. I took off my mask in the bathroom and washed my face, but my wife's lewd moans never stopped.
Wearing the mask was quite stuffy, so after showering, I even smoked a cigarette in the bathroom afterward... I put on my mask and returned to bed. They had changed positions. My wife was sitting on top of her, her breasts swaying up and down, while the single man's large hands gripped her buttocks, moving them back and forth like pistons. I picked up the lubricant and enema kit I had prepared beforehand, went behind my wife, pushed her down into the single man's arms, poured lubricant on her anus, and gently stroked it. I had always wanted to explore my wife's anus, but she was always afraid of pain and wouldn't agree when we were alone. I thought now was the perfect opportunity. I carefully and gently rubbed her anus, looking for an opportunity to penetrate. My wife seemed to sense my intention and tried to cover her anus with her hands, but I roughly held her down. I gently inserted my ring finger with my other hand. At first, she struggled, the only time she struggled throughout the entire process. Due to the lubricant and the continuous thrusting in her anus, the pain gradually lessened, and my finger could easily move in and out. Just then, the single man suddenly sped up, saying he couldn't take it anymore and he wanted to ejaculate too. He grabbed my wife's buttocks tightly with both hands, and I could see her buttocks being squeezed out between his fingers from behind. My wife was completely powerless, letting him writhe as he pleased, subconsciously trying to sway her body in rhythm with him. After a while, my wife used her last bit of strength to straighten her back and convulse a few times. I knew that the guy had ejaculated. Throughout this process, my fingers remained inserted into my wife's anus. I believe this was the first time my wife had experienced an orgasm while being penetrated from both ends, even though it was only my fingers that were inserted from behind. (I had previously used my penis to penetrate her anus at home, and she later said it felt strange, but the pain was stronger than the pleasure, and it wasn't comfortable.) But I think this time, she experienced anal pleasure.
After the guy went to take a shower, my wife lay motionless on the bed. I think she really had no strength left. I didn't dare to speak, because I knew that if I spoke at this moment, she would definitely know it was me. My original plan was to keep it a secret from her from beginning to end, then leave as a stranger after we finished, change clothes, and go back to the room to seduce her as her husband. (There were no cameras in the room, but since I was there the whole time, I knew all the details. I planned to pretend not to know and ask her about the details later; women get excited when recalling their orgasms.)
However… my final plan failed. After resting for a while, my wife said, “I knew it was you.” I was surprised and took off my mask, asking, “When did you know?” She said she suspected it was me when she started giving me oral sex, since we often do it and her penis looked like mine, but she wasn’t sure. Later, when we changed positions, she focused on my legs and feet, and that confirmed it was me.

I caressed my wife and asked, “Was it exciting? Was it good?” My wife said she was terrified at first, but after finding out it was you, she became even more relaxed! I replied, “Next time I’ll really arrange for two single men to come, without masks…hehe.”

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