My cuckolded wife

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I've been having this cuckolding spree for many years, probably starting around 2009. Before that, for me, cuckolding was like for most men: how could I possibly share my wife with someone else? But once I had this thought, it was unstoppable. Let me start from the beginning. It's been so many years, so I can only tell the story from memory, but it's absolutely true, without adding any false details. We got married in 2006. My wife was a virgin when we first had sex. Before cuckolding, I was the only man she had ever been with; I firmly believed that. She was introverted and conservative; even oral sex only happened after we got married. In 2008, I moved to another city for work. We got married in 2006, had a child in 2007, and started living apart in 2008. Those who have experienced that kind of separation know the agony. Back then, cell phones weren't smartphones; you could make calls, send text messages, and at best, chat online on QQ. My cuckolding thoughts started in internet cafes. When I was bored, I'd go to internet cafes to play games. I kept in touch with my wife by phone every day, and sometimes I'd add local women on QQ hoping for some passion. It was a small town with only one small internet cafe. One time, the guy next to me was looking at porn sites. I kept glancing over, wanting to find something myself. I searched for pictures of stockings and high heels on Baidu, but none of them showed any nudity. A guy next to me saw this and said those weren't interesting. He offered to share his website, saying he wanted to see more. I was a little embarrassed. The guy was a local and asked if I was from the oil field. I said yes, and we started chatting. He said, "Add me on QQ, I'll send you the website." We added each other as friends, and he sent me a website with many sections—the kind of sections experienced users know, like "Ladies," "Selfies," "Incest," "Hidden Camera," etc.—and lots of articles. From then on, I went to the internet cafe almost every day to browse in a quiet corner. I often ran into the guy. It was around that time that I read a lot of cuckoldry articles, which aroused my curiosity. We got to know each other. He was two years older than me, unmarried, taller, and handsome, though a bit sloppy. We drank together a few times. He was also the first person I'd had sex with outside of my wife, in the internet cafe. Browsing porn sites was always inconvenient, and sometimes it was awkward when I ran into colleagues. So I decided to buy a laptop so I could video chat with my wife at home. After buying the computer, I went to internet cafes less often. My colleague even called me to ask why I wasn't going online anymore. I told him I bought a computer, and afterwards, he often called me when he was drinking. At that time, I was the only one in the dorm. My colleague's wife came to live with us in a rented apartment. Sometimes I would video chat with my wife and ask her to have a nude video chat with me. At first, my wife was unwilling, but after some sweet talk and various complaints, she slowly began to accept it. I started asking her to masturbate. I wasn't sure if my wife would masturbate when I wasn't around. Everyone knows that an introverted and conservative person often has many secrets. Later, my wife said that she also masturbates often. At that time, looking at my wife on the computer, I thought about how exciting it would be for her to be played with like in the articles. This thought grew stronger and stronger, and the more I desired it, the more I wanted to realize it. I joked with my wife that if I wasn't around, I could find another man to have sex with her. She thought I was crazy. Anyway, anyone who's been through this knows how long and agonizing the beginning is. We chatted often, and my shamelessness made my wife realize I had a cuckold fetish. This went on until 2009. I would visit my wife's family a few times, with her mother taking care of the child. My wife said she wanted to come to my place so the child would be taken care of. I thought the same thing; we couldn't be apart forever. So I started renting a place, getting internet, and everything was ready for my wife to come. After renting the place, I moved in. My wife hadn't come yet. The guy who rented the place was a lot of help; the place was nice and cheap. During that time, the guy often came to my place, sometimes staying and we'd watch porn together, sometimes we'd masturbate together. When things got exciting, I'd ask him if he wanted to see my wife. He said it wasn't appropriate. I said it wasn't, my wife wouldn't know, and then I told him about my cuckold fetish. I called my wife... I called her and told her to go online so I could have a video chat with my wife, even a nude one. The guy watching was getting aroused and masturbating. Afterwards, I told him I really wanted someone to have sex with her and asked if he wanted to too. He said, "Of course I do if you don't mind." So we started planning, though we weren't sure if it would work. Half a month later, my wife came. I told the guy not to let her meet my wife yet, because she would never agree if it was someone she knew. Back then, there were video chat websites—chat rooms with hosts, couples, and single women showing off. The guy set it up for me. When I watched, I told my wife to watch with me. At first, she found it novel and watched often. Gradually, I said, "Honey, you should show off too." She was initially reluctant, but I said, "If you don't show your face, who will recognize you?" After a few tries, she agreed. At first, it was just showing a little bit of her leg, but then the host persuaded her. After a few days, she did everything except show her face. Women love compliments. Sometimes there were over 1000 people watching her in the chat room. I felt like my wife was addicted to it for a while, spending all her time there. I told her that if she was always naked, people would get bored after a while, and that buying some sexy lingerie and stockings online would make her look better. My wife agreed, and so all sorts of stockings, high heels, lingerie, and sex toys started flooding the market. Whenever my wife showed off, I would message my boyfriend, and he would watch in the chat room. After a while, the chat room was shut down, so we moved to forums, those couples' forums, I think it was something like Xingfu Village, I forget. I would take pictures of my wife in various sexy lingerie with a digital camera and post them, waiting for the guys to comment. Every time someone said how sexy she was and how they wanted to fuck her, she would get very excited. During sex, my wife would get especially wet, and I would start telling them how to fuck her and how to play with her, and the more excited she would get. I suggested that I register a QQ account for her specifically to add these people, so she could chat or video chat with them. Chatting was more exciting, and my wife agreed. So, she had her first time with this guy. We made a QQ friend request, and I immediately added him. I told him to say we were from the forum and chat until things got right before revealing we were from the same place and arranging a meeting. I told my wife we'd added someone from the forum and could chat casually. She said she'd try, but said meeting in person was impossible. I said it wouldn't matter if we met and I got fucked. My wife kept saying, "Do you want to be like those people on the forum? If I play with you, you can play with me too, and then we can swap wives?" She said she'd rather die than see me with other women. I said I'd never thought about swapping wives, I just enjoy cuckolding, but my wife remained suspicious. We chatted for over a month and even video-chatted, but he told me. It was all during my work hours. When I came home, she wouldn't video-chat, just chat. My wife was afraid I'd be angry and kept it from me. I felt the time was right, so I had the guy arrange a meeting, telling her we were from the same place. My wife knew... At first, my wife was a little hesitant, saying it would be embarrassing if we saw each other on the street. The town is so small, what if people gossiped? I said we're already from out of town, I'll be transferred back after two years, what's there to be afraid of? I reassured her with various persuasive tactics until she felt at ease. A few days later, she said the guy asked her out, but she didn't agree. I again used various persuasive tactics and reverse psychology, saying what's there to be afraid of, we've met for so long, let's just be friends. My wife said what if she gets laid? I said so be it, it's exciting. My wife didn't believe me, saying meeting doesn't necessarily mean she'll get laid, don't tell me you can't even control yourself, you don't even have this much skill. After various reverse psychology tactics, my wife agreed. The guy even borrowed a friend's car to pick my wife up. I hid in a corner watching my wife get into the car, feeling incredibly excited. But since it was her first time, I was also a little worried. Not worried about what the guy would do, but afraid that if my wife was disgusted the first time, there would be no future. I spent the whole afternoon absentmindedly thinking about it.
When I got home from get off work in the afternoon, my wife wasn't there. I waited at home for the results. The phone rang, and it was my wife. She answered and asked where I was. I said I was home. She said she'd be right back. I asked where I'd been and why it had taken so long. She said she'd tell me when she got back. As soon as she walked in, I noticed her expression was off; she looked very anxious and was about to cry. I asked her what was wrong, and she said she'd been fucked. She just said that she'd been fucked. Hearing those words from her mouth, I was incredibly excited. My wife thought I would be angry, but I was so excited that she hugged me and said I couldn't be disgusted with her. I said I loved her to death, and I couldn't wait to take off her pants, see her ravaged vagina, and then fuck her. I asked her for details, and she gave a vague answer. I knew she was embarrassed to tell me, so I didn't ask again. I thought the guy would tell me. The next day, I met the guy, and he told me... After getting in the car, he drove to a secluded spot and started chatting with his wife. He touched her, and at first, she resisted a little, but after a few touches, she stopped resisting. He wanted to have sex with her in the car, but she refused, saying it was broad daylight and people would see. There weren't any decent hotels in town, just a few small guesthouses, so they drove to the county town, booked a room, and his wife, a little scared, sat on the bed. He sat on the sofa, then moved to the bedside and sat behind her, hugging her, touching her breasts, and kissing her neck and ears. I had told him that his wife's neck and ears were the most sensitive areas, saying that touching them would make her very wet. He quickly took off her clothes and started kissing her entire body. He stimulated her G-spot, and she squirted a lot. I won't go into details. He had sex twice; the first time was quick, the second time only lasted about 10 minutes, and he said his wife had an orgasm. Perhaps because it was her first time, she... I was incredibly excited. This guy's first time opened the floodgates of my increasingly wild cuckolding and wife-swapping career. Maybe it was because of the first time, or maybe it was the thrill, but my wife's conservative mindset loosened considerably. She also realized I genuinely enjoyed it, and soon agreed to let me have threesomes with single men, but resolutely refused to do couples swapping. At that time, I still longed for couples swapping, but what was even more exciting was watching my wife get brutally fucked by a big-dicked hunky guy. So I started posting on forums, leaving my QQ number, explaining my desired BDSM activities. Because it was my first time having a threesome, I was especially eager, and many people added me, afraid of missing out on a good single man. During this time, my wife maintained a casual sex relationship with this guy, meeting about once a week, but she never went out. Overnight, I spent my days sifting through the single men in the area, eventually narrowing it down to two: one was a university student from Nanjing, whom my wife liked for his handsome and sunny personality; the other was a mature, steady, and very considerate man from Wuxi, whom we still keep in touch with. After discussing it with my wife, she decided to meet the Nanjing student first. We arranged to meet on a weekend, and my wife dressed up carefully before we set off. She was clearly excited and eager. Back then,
smartphones weren't smartphones and the internet was still e-network, but phones could log into QQ. My wife chatted with the student the whole time. When we arrived, we agreed to meet on Hunan Road, because when my wife visited me before, she arrived in Nanjing by train and I picked her up. We spent two days exploring Nanjing, and my wife thought Hunan Road was nice, with a pedestrian street and a decent hotel nearby called Qingmu Hotel. The student was initially determined... He insisted on covering all expenses, but since we were college students with no income, we agreed to cover them. After arriving in Nanjing, we booked a hotel room and specifically requested a round bed. We told the student the address, and about an hour later, he arrived. I opened the door, and my wife, a little nervous, went into the bathroom and hesitated to come out. The student brought a lot of snacks and some beer. It was almost afternoon when my wife came out, and we chatted for a while. She seemed less embarrassed. Since we needed to eat before our "battle," we went out for dinner. After dinner, we went for a walk around Xuanwu Lake. I walked behind, and my wife and the student walked ahead. I kept gesturing for the student to be more proactive; he would hold my wife's hand and put his arm around her. I felt like a passerby, finding it quite exciting. As it got dark, they sat on a less crowded bench, and I was about 10 meters away from them. The first time I saw my wife kissing another man, the shock was like a sudden emptiness in my heart, making it hard to breathe. I won't go into the details, everyone knows about the kissing and touching. After a while, my wife suggested we go back because it was getting dark. Later, she told me she couldn't take it anymore. When we got to the hotel, the atmosphere became awkward again. I sensed it and opened a beer, suggesting we all have a drink, since meeting was fate. My wife can't hold her liquor, and after half a can, her face turned red. I told her to take a shower, but she was too embarrassed to take off her clothes in front of us. She went into the bathroom fully clothed. The shower room wasn't one of those frosted glass ones, so we could see her undressing. Then she started showering. I said, "Why don't you go in too? Let the college student shower with you." He couldn't wait and took off his clothes; his penis was already very big and hard, much bigger than mine. I felt a little inferior at that moment. After I went in, I looked... Although the glass wasn't very clear, the silhouettes of the two people were clearly visible. They kissed, hugged, and performed oral sex on each other. After washing up, my wife came out and said it was a bit chilly, so they crawled into bed. I sat in a chair, turned on the TV, turned up the volume, drank, and watched them start having sex. The college student was very gentle and had excellent oral sex skills. I was in a state of high excitement, constantly drinking and feeling thirsty. It felt like I was watching an adult film. Afraid they would forget to use condoms in their excitement, I threw them a condom. The college student probably misunderstood me, thinking I was telling him to hurry up. He put on the condom and started having sex with her. I really admired his ability, his speed and strength. He made my wife feel like she was dying and coming back to life, completely abandoning her conservative and introverted personality. The first time, it lasted about 20 minutes. My wife cried, not a loud cry, but I saw her tears. Afterwards, I asked her... She said she didn't know why she was crying, she couldn't explain it. That night, they did it twice, the second time lasting even longer. In the middle, my wife said she was too tired and took a break. I watched them masturbating and felt that nothing could be more exciting than this, a hundred times more exciting than having sex with that beautiful woman. After the two times, the college student washed up and I told him to leave first. As soon as he left, I couldn't wait to start sex with my wife. I asked her how she felt. It was very exciting, and I ejaculated after only a few thrusts. It was at that moment that I realized I was starting to have premature ejaculation. The next day, I originally wanted to call the college student again, but my wife's vagina was swollen. Maybe it was because it was the first time I had such a strong fucking and she hadn't gotten used to it yet, so I gave up. My wife went to the pedestrian street to buy some things, and then we rushed to catch the bus back. This was the first time we had a threesome. My wife said it felt great. I'll stop here during my work break and continue writing when I have time.

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