Wife has another man's child (Cuckoldry special, for cuckolds)

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This is a true story.
My wife and I have been together for 10 years. We're so familiar with each other's bodies that we only have sex once every two or three months. There's no passion, let alone any feeling. This went on for over three years, and we've only had sex a handful of times. Then, at a class reunion, I met a girl I used to like. She was divorced, had no children, and maintained a great figure. After a few conversations, I felt love again. Although this classmate was having a sexual relationship with her boss, I still really liked her. It was a new experience; being with her made me feel young again. Her boss and I took turns having sex with her. We both knew about each other, and since we were both married, it was highly unlikely we'd marry her, so there were no reservations. The turning point came a year later when her boss resigned and moved to a big city in the north. She wanted me to go with her, but she didn't want to go to a place so far from home. She told me she was getting older and wanted to break up with me, find a man to marry, and have a child. In a moment of impulse, I said, "Why don't you have a child with me?" From that time on, we stopped using condoms during sex, having sex every day for two months straight, with the goal of getting pregnant. During that time, I didn't go home. My wife called me back, and she was on the phone when I called. To appease her, I deliberately told her, "Let's get a divorce. I want to have a child with another woman." My wife didn't say anything and never bothered me again, not even during the Chinese New Year. I took her to Sanya for the holiday, but after six months of unprotected sex, she still wasn't pregnant. Later, a hospital checkup revealed blocked fallopian tubes, and she might need IVF. I was against IVF, so our plans to have a child were put on hold. We were together like this for three years, but eventually, our feelings faded, we stopped loving each other, and there was no passion. I didn't divorce her, nor did I marry her. She started looking for another passionate relationship, and I just wanted some peace and quiet, so I returned to my long-missed home. The house was still so clean and tidy, although it looked like it hadn't been lived in for a long time. My wife probably rarely stayed at home either; she's afraid of the dark. Sometimes when I was away on business, she would stay in the company dormitory. I assumed she'd been staying in the dorms lately, so I sent my wife a WeChat message asking if she wanted to come home for dinner. I didn't mean anything by it; I just wanted to let her know I was back. After a period of passion, there's always a low point, like the period of emptiness a man experiences after ejaculation.
I woke up from a nap at home and didn't see my wife's messages. Around 7 or 8 pm, I called her. She answered, and I asked what time she'd be back. She said she wouldn't be back that night, and I said okay. When I asked when she'd be back, she said in a few days, and I said that was fine. That was the simple conversation. Actually, my wife doesn't live in our city anymore; she works in the next city. She only comes back on weekends, and then we spend the weekend eating and sleeping together—just sleeping, no sex. On Sunday afternoon, she was leaving. I asked her if she was working overtime. She said no, she had to go back to work. I thought they had a morning meeting the next day, so I offered to drive her. Her old company was only half an hour from where we lived, but the boss was a jerk; sometimes the morning meeting was at 6 am, and many employees were late. Being late once resulted in a 200 yuan fine, and young people couldn't get up that early. However, the company dormitory was quite nice, and she could occasionally stay there. My wife said no, and I said I'd call her a car, but she said no. I wanted to smooth things over, saying, "Can't you let me show some appreciation?" My wife said, "It's been three years; it doesn't matter anymore." I was turned away and didn't say anything more. And so, another weekend passed. A typical weekend, repeating the events of the previous one. Sunday afternoon, my wife left again. One weekend, Sunday afternoon, she was leaving again. She was changing clothes in the room, wearing only her underwear. Because I hadn't had sex for two months, and my wife and I hadn't done it for three years, I suddenly felt a surge of lust. I pushed her down, ignoring her resistance, pulled off her underwear, and fucked her hard. She genuinely resisted, repeatedly saying, "Stop, I need to tell you something." I kept saying this while fucking her. She said, "Stop first." To make things more enjoyable and get her to cooperate, I stopped. I said, with a sly grin, "You've gotten so wet since we haven't done it in so long." My wife dropped a bombshell, saying it was because I had another child with another man. I thought she was still angry about what I had told her three years ago. So I said, with a sly grin, "So what if she had a child?" I fucked her again, making my wife moan and groan. It was clear she hadn't had sex in at least a year and wanted more, but she still made me stop. She said she'd had sex with that man in that corner of the house, meaning he'd fucked her over 100 times on this very bed. I, being cheeky, said, "He's so vigorous, and he's had a baby, yet he still managed to fuck you so many times." My wife said seriously, "Yes, don't think I'm joking." I wanted to explain to her that children born out of wedlock can't be registered. My wife said, "Haven't you seen the news? The government has long since issued a law allowing children born out of wedlock to be registered." Seeing how serious she was, I felt there was some truth to it. My wife then asked seriously, "Do you want to continue?" Facing my penis inside her, only a fool wouldn't be satisfied. I said, "Of course," and then fucked her again, ejaculating inside her. My wife kept saying not to ejaculate; she has an IUD. I hadn't thought of that. IUDs rarely result in pregnancy. I just ejaculated inside her. After I finished ejaculating, I said, "Didn't you get an IUD? Honey, I already told you I had a baby, of course I took it out." I stubbornly asked, "Really? You're making it sound so mysterious." I asked, "Honey, do you want to see a picture of the baby?" Still not giving up, I said, "Let me see." My wife wiped away the semen that had just come out, went to get her phone, and directly threw me a picture of herself giving birth and breastfeeding her baby. We were both naked like that, and my mind went completely blank. After a moment of silence, I held my wife's phone, at a loss. Seeing this, my wife got dressed, packed her things, took her phone, and left. Only after I heard my wife close the door did I collapse onto the bed, a little tired, but also very annoyed, my mind blank and confused. I don't know how long I slept, but I drifted off to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a message from my wife: "Let's get a divorce." I didn't reply, and I didn't know what to reply. I kept thinking about our 13-year relationship. Although the last 3 years have been a blank, the past 10 years have been beautiful. She's someone worth spending a lifetime with. Even if I were to find another woman, it wouldn't necessarily be better. But as for the fact that my wife had a child with someone else, if I were to find another woman, she would still have a child. It's just a matter of order; the outcome is the same. I spent the whole night having this internal battle. The next day, I texted my wife, "When are you coming back?" My wife thought I was sure I wanted a divorce. She said, "Write the agreement and come back this Saturday." I told her, "Honey, you should come back Friday night." My wife didn't come back until 11 pm on Friday night. I had prepared a big dinner for her, but it got cold without telling her. She hesitated downstairs for a long time before coming up, planning to take a shower and go to sleep. She didn't expect me to be waiting for her. When I saw her come back, the food was cold, so I suggested we go downstairs for barbecue. She said she wanted to eat alone; she was tired and just wanted to take a shower and go to sleep. I asked her to come eat with me as a reward for the meal I prepared today, and she couldn't resist. So we went, had some barbecue and a few beers, and didn't talk much. Then we went home together. Maybe because I had a few drinks, my hand wasn't behaving itself and I accidentally pressed the button for the rooftop and went straight up. When we got there, I realized I was on the rooftop. I thought the moon looked pretty big tonight, but it wasn't clear from downstairs, so I said I'd check the moon before going down. Then we went to the rooftop, and she came down with me. She quietly walked to a corner and stood by the wall with her back to me. I took a few pictures of the moon; I thought the moonlight was quite beautiful. Looking at my wife standing there, I suddenly remembered how many times we'd made love on this rooftop. Last time, I felt unsatisfied; it really felt like a honeymoon after a short separation. I walked up to her and hugged her from behind. She knew I was aroused and wanted to have sex with her. She turned her face towards me, and we started kissing. Then she turned back and hugged me tightly. It had been so long since I'd felt this passionate. This feeling was familiar, but now I desperately wanted it. I lowered her head, unzipped my pants, and let her give me oral sex. It felt so good, a long-lost feeling, a pleasure that no one else could give me. After a while, my wife took off her pants and stuck her butt out. Such an understanding woman, it was so satisfying. I thrust in and started fucking her, pumping and pounding. Suddenly, I remembered what my wife had said last time—that every corner of the house had been fucked by that man. So, I cheekily asked her, "Has he fucked you on this rooftop too?" My wife said, "Yes, he has." It really ignited my masculine energy. I fucked her hard, then asked her, "Who fucks you better?" My wife playfully replied, "My husband fucks me better." Actually, the word "husband" should be in quotes because he was also my wife's husband for a short time. But that's not important; the point is it was very exciting and pleasurable. When I was about to ejaculate, my wife made loud, lewd noises and said I couldn't ejaculate. I stubbornly insisted on ejaculating inside her; pulling out was out of the question. It's meaningless for a husband to have sex with his wife without ejaculating inside her. I had to ejaculate inside her!! That's how domineering I am. After I ejaculated, the world went quiet. My wife waited for me to soften, then pulled out. After pulling out, she squatted down to pee, and in doing so, she expelled the semen from her vagina. Then she put on her pants, linked arms with me, and the two of us happily went home together. Follow me for more; next time I'll tell you the details of how they met.

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