wife's ex-boyfriend

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While dating my wife, I may not have been attentive enough to her, which led her to seek solace with another man. I forgave her time and again, and she betrayed me again and again for this man, but ultimately we still ended up together. To be honest, when I finally agreed to forgive her, I was determined to destroy her with revenge.
Things took an unexpected turn. Her kindness towards me and the arrival of our son, thanks to her stubborn insistence, not only prevented me from abandoning her, but I even urged her to get a marriage certificate to give our son a proper legal status. Afterwards, we never mentioned her past, afraid of hurting each other. To us, it was as if nothing had ever happened.
Our sex life became mundane, but we never stopped having sex; except for three brief separations, we had sex almost every day when we were together.
For a time (and still now), I only browsed cuckoldry articles online, fantasizing about my wife being fucked to death by other men, especially those with particularly thick and long penises, veins bulging, glistening black, thrusting in and out of my wife's wet, juicy vagina, scraping the tender flesh inside. It really made me lustful, hard as iron.
I remember bringing up that person again was my initiative; it was during a routine sexual encounter.
I thrust my entire penis into my wife's vagina, trembling with excitement at the question I was about to ask. My wife sensed my emotions and arched her body, responding eagerly.
"Is it good?" I asked her breathlessly, thrusting quickly and violently. I didn't want to ask her this question when she was fully conscious, to avoid embarrassment and to prevent getting angry.
"Good...it's so good...ah...oh...fuck me to death," my wife stammered, her expression somewhat confused.
"It feels good...right...better than him?" I clearly heard a "gulp" from my throat as I struggled to utter those words, while my thrusting speed noticeably increased.
"It feels better than him...ah..." my wife answered excitedly, without any hesitation or shame, so straightforward that it pained me. Moreover, I felt her vaginal walls tighten and tremble.
"Have you compared me to that other man many times already...fuck you to death, you slut..." I excitedly thrust into her twice with a vengeful heart. Damn it, I hadn't even mentioned who he was, and she was already thinking of him, her pussy reacting so strongly, she probably thought it was someone else's dick inside her cunt right now.
My wife, oblivious to my change, moaned softly, "So good... Husband, you're the best now... Fuck me to death... Mmm... Fuck me faster..."
"Whose cock is bigger?"
"Yours..."
"Who fucks you better?"
"Yours is better..."
"Doesn't he fuck you better?" I hoisted my wife's legs onto my shoulders, and thrust my cock in three times in quick succession, plunging it all the way into her overflowing vagina. With each thrust, the water splashed everywhere, accompanied by a series of moans.
My wife struggled to speak, her mouth agape, "No... Ah... Good... Good... I'm dying..."
"He fucks you just as well?" I pulled my cock out of her warm passage again, then, like a pile driver on a construction site, thrust it back in forcefully.
My wife let out a comfortable "oh," moaning, "He didn't fuck me well... not at all... Husband... you fuck me well... Husband... I can't live without you... Ah..." She struggled to lift her head and reach out her arms to hug me, but I didn't let go of her legs. Finally, she cried out helplessly, "Oh oh," her hands squeezing her two plump white breasts tightly together from both sides.
"He didn't fuck you well, yet you let him fuck you so many times... Ah, you slut, are you that horny?"
"I'm bewitched... Husband... I'll never let another man fuck me again... I'll only ever want you... Ah... Husband... my cunt... Ah... is yours alone... Oh... so good..."
"Your cunt has been fucked to pieces by other dicks and you still say it's mine alone?" I, with a somewhat perverse pleasure, frantically sat up and down, each smooth penetration so pleasurable, so exhilarating. "So, your husband... can only use this rotten cunt...? Hmm... Fuck... Fuck you to death, you rotten cunt..." I was panting heavily.
"..." My wife's legs were pressed against her chest, her buttocks raised high, her body in a U-shape. Under my rapid thrusts, she was already out of breath: "...Oh... my... cunt... is... fucked to pieces... fucked to pieces... ah... fucked to death..."
I was running out of energy, my mind blank as if I were lacking oxygen. I had hardly exercised in the past two years, and my body was not as good as before. It had been at least 45 minutes since I entered her, and this kind of intense piston-like movement was too exhausting.
I spread her legs apart, and then covered her warm, soft flesh with my whole body. Just like before when I was tired during sex, my wife hugged my back tightly and closed her legs. With her perfect cooperation, the thrusting of her hips did not stop at all, but each penetration was not as thorough and fierce as before.
I like to use this traditional missionary position when I'm exhausted and my wife isn't satisfied. Except for the hip movements, my whole body stays relaxed and at ease. Although my wife might suspect I'm being lazy or just going through the motions, she also really enjoys this position.
My wife slowly recovered from the earlier frenzy and started to feel sorry for me: "Honey, rest a bit... rest a bit before we go again..." She writhed around me like a snake aroused by lust.
I was indeed a little tired, so I lay on top of her without moving. My wife immediately wrapped her legs around my buttocks like an octopus, her arms tightly wrapped around me, as if afraid my penis would leave her vagina. Her lower body pulsated, sometimes tight, sometimes loose, biting at my shaft.
I rubbed my cheek against her earlobe: "Have you two done it a hundred times?" I was surprised at how open-minded I had become. I remembered the first time I found out she had spent the night at that man's place; I had gone there with a kitchen knife in my pocket. But now, apart from my voice being slightly distorted with excitement, I didn't harbor any resentment towards anyone.
"Ugh, you're so annoying..." My wife slapped my butt and started to whine.
"Did you?" My butt started moving.
"No..." My wife hugged me tighter.
"Then how many times?"
"..." My wife seemed to hesitate.
"Wife, just tell me, I won't be angry." She said, increasing the speed of her thrusts.
"4-5 times... ah," under the pressure of my penis, my wife got into the mood again.
"It's definitely more than 5 times, you better tell me the truth... you slut... I'll fuck you to death..." Hearing her say it herself, I was both excited and a little angry, and I thrust into her hard.
"Fuck... ah... so good... fuck me faster... husband..."
"I don't believe you." I stopped moving: "If you don't tell the truth, I'm not doing it anymore."
"Fuck... please, fuck me faster, fuck me, husband... I can't take it anymore." My wife gritted her teeth and endured it, her whole body gushing.
"Was it your own choice or did he force you?" Of course I knew she had entered his house and slept with him on her own, but I still hoped to hear a different answer from her.
"..."
"You did it your own choice... right?
" "..."
"Was it?" I pulled my penis away from her vaginal opening and stopped.
"Yes..." She quickly grabbed my buttocks with both hands.
Before she finished speaking, I thrust into her forcefully: "You filthy bitch, you actually spread your cunt and let someone fuck you... I'm going to fuck you to death today... fuck... I'm going to fuck your stinking cunt raw... Do you still dare to let other men fuck you... um..." I thrust wildly.
"I won't dare, husband... I'll never dare... let other men fuck me again... You alone are almost fucking me to death... It feels so good... ahh... my cunt is all fucked raw." My wife arched her body, her head moving constantly.
I couldn't hold back anymore, an intense pleasure was surging uncontrollably into my brain, I held her moving head firmly with both hands, and slammed my buttocks into her with all my might.
One thrust, two thrusts, three thrusts, and finally, a deep thrust: "I'm shooting...shooting...ooh...ooh..." I trembled, my mind went blank again, I lost consciousness. One thrust, two thrusts, three thrusts, with each powerful thud of my penis, streams of semen erupted like a volcano, sizzling against the walls of her vagina.
My wife's mouth was open but she couldn't make a sound, only swallowing constantly, making gurgling sounds in her throat.
The intense orgasm lasted for almost a minute before I collapsed weakly onto my wife, panting. My wife clung to me like an octopus, moaning "husband, husband" while frantically licking my face.
Every time the game ended, I wanted to lie down and rest quickly, but my wife never wanted to let me go so soon. Not only did she not allow me to pull out of her vagina immediately, she forced me to climb on top of her and hug her, and she would talk to me for a while before she was done.
After her orgasm subsided, I lifted my buttocks and pulled my penis out of her wet, slippery hole. My wife reluctantly released my grip, allowing me to roll over and lie flat on the bed. My wet penis, surprisingly, remained erect.
A few unintentional glances exchanged, and the uninhibited words exchanged during sex made us both feel somewhat embarrassed and awkward. My wife, unlike usual, didn't pester me to talk, turning her back to me.
Without the direct pressure of face-to-face contact, we were both immersed in the afterglow of our passionate encounter. Previously, I was reluctant to bring up this topic, not entirely because of my magnanimity, but because as the one who had been hurt, I could draw a sense of guilt from the depths of my wife's heart. If I didn't bring it up, my wife would certainly not reveal her shortcomings. Today, I took the initiative to break this taboo, and unexpectedly, it not only didn't create psychological barriers for either of us, but it rekindled the passion in our otherwise bland sex life.
We hadn't made love so wildly in so long.
Looking at my wife's curvaceous, smooth waist as she lay on her side, my heart was filled with love. I rolled over and hugged my wife. She looked up, and my left arm reached under her neck to grasp one of her large breasts.
What had to be faced had to be faced eventually. I turned her face towards me: "Is it comfortable?"
My wife closed her eyes and whimpered, "Comfortable..."
I kissed her lips. She struggled a few times but then accepted, sucking on my saliva and tongue even more passionately.
Finally managing to break free, my wife's alluring eyes were filled with tenderness as she blinked at me: "Honey, I feel so good, how about you?"
"Me too," I said, gently stroking her. "...Tell me how he did it, okay?"
"Tell me what?" My wife asked shyly, burying her head in my chest. "It's all the same, what's there to say?"
"Tell me, it's okay," I encouraged. "It's been so long, I've long since let it go."
"You really understand and don't hate me at all anymore?" my wife asked, tilting her head up.
"Seriously, I've figured it out. Just think of it as my bicycle being stolen, ridden around, and then found again," I joked.
"You're the broken bicycle..." my wife playfully poked my waist, retorting.
The atmosphere lightened, and we slowly began talking about her and that man.
I asked her if he enjoyed it, how it went, who was on top, and if she'd ever had his penis in her mouth. Once she opened up, she had no reservations, answering whatever I asked. We never mentioned the man's name, but we both understood. She said his penis was huge and long, like a donkey's, and he always went in very deep, never fully inside. She said it wasn't as comfortable as with me because his penetration hurt her a little. There was only one position: him on top. He lasted a long time, sometimes all night. She'd touched his penis but never had it in her mouth, and he'd only ejaculated inside her vagina, unlike me, who ejaculated everywhere.
We were both very excited during the question-and-answer session. I had my wife turn over so her back was facing me, and then I inserted myself into her vagina again.
I asked her again whether her big penis or my small penis was better. She said that the big one also had its advantages, for example, she liked me to hold her after an orgasm and then penetrate her from behind to sleep. Because mine was relatively short, it wasn't very hard after sex, and it would slip out after a little movement. But his wouldn't, it would stay in all night and wouldn't go soft.
She said they had only done it a few times, not as many as I had imagined, hundreds of times.
Listening to my wife talk about her lover's magnificent penis, imagining that thick, black penis going in and out of her willingly open vagina without restraint, jealousy and lust alternated, burning my penis hard and swollen, and I thrust into her vagina with all my might to release my pent-up desire.
Finally, my wife reached her third orgasm under my frenzied thrusting, and I also ejaculated profusely, completely exhausted. Afterwards, my wife said tenderly, "I still love yours. It's the perfect size for me, and it made me feel so good."
At first, I somewhat believed her.
However, about two weeks later, during a conversation while she was on top during sex, I began to have doubts.
She was straddling my lap, holding my neck, her hips rising and falling rhythmically, her movements deep and shallow, and when she landed, she would grip my penis tightly and rub it back and forth a couple of times. She exhaled and said, "It's too deep, my pussy is numb, it feels so good."
I squeezed her two full breasts hard and asked her, "Is it better if it's deep or shallow?"
She said, "Deep is better."
I asked her, "Does he penetrate deeper or do I penetrate deeper?"
My wife truthfully answered that he penetrated deeper. I slapped her buttocks, full of jealousy: "Then why did you say he didn't enjoy it, you stinking woman? Is that your husband?"
My wife, as if her secret had been exposed, shyly pressed her two mounds of flesh against my face and rubbed them hard: "He penetrated too deep, all I know is pain, how can I enjoy it?"
I grabbed her two buttocks with both hands and pressed her hard against my penis: "Didn't you tell him not to penetrate too deep?"
"He likes it, what can I do?" My wife spun her full buttocks, the area where her lower body was joined was a muddy mess.
"You little slut, risking your life to be with your lover! I think you're just being shameless, you need to be fucked! Aren't you?" I lifted my buttocks and thrust hard into her.
Caught off guard, my wife was lifted up, and with a "pop," the penis slipped out of her vagina. As it fell, it didn't align with the opening and slid back in, ending up behind her buttocks.
My wife cried out, "Ouch!" and reached down to grab the slippery penis, positioning it against her opening. With a "plop," she sat back in: "Trying to run away... I haven't had enough..."
"If you haven't had enough, go find your big-dicked lover... You're such a slut, your cunt doesn't grow hair." I thrust into her hard, scolding her with a hint of jealousy and a hidden anticipation.
"I want yours, yours is perfect for me." My wife ignored me, moving wildly, grinding against me until my genitals ached slightly.
I stopped talking, squeezing her buttocks with both hands, pulling her in forcefully and pushing her out.
Once the taboo was broken, we often talked about this man during sex, each time bringing us excitement, hardness, and spraying of vaginal fluid.
I asked her if she still wanted to try the feeling of a big cock, and she said she kind of wanted to. I said, "Then go find him and let him fuck you again." She said no, she wouldn't sleep with that man again. I said it was okay, she'd already slept with him so many times, one more or one less wouldn't matter. She still firmly disagreed. I even promised I wouldn't despise her and would love her even more, but she still didn't agree.
I don't know if, if she really agreed, I would really do what I promised: draw her a bath, spray her with perfume, comb her pubic hair, help her put on erotic lingerie and elegant business attire, and then see her out the door.
Men who have never been cuckolded may never understand this feeling, that burning sensation of jealousy and excitement that makes it hard to breathe, heart-wrenching and maddening, yet also fueled by lust.
Really, no matter the situation, whether it's arguing, being intimate, or talking about sex, as soon as my wife mentions that man's big cock, I instantly get an erection, burning with lust. My wife was initially surprised. She used this to stimulate me when she needed it but I wasn't sexually aroused, and it always worked. Each time, I'd leave her weak and begging for mercy.
However, she firmly opposed any further contact with that man. While slightly disappointed, I was also quite relieved. If she had agreed, and they got back together, who could guarantee they wouldn't rekindle their old flame and become attracted to each other again? Besides, that man wasn't married yet; I think no woman would ignore that, regardless of her own reasons.
My wife was more rational than me; she didn't risk it for greed. Our son is so adorable, our family so wonderful—why ruin it?

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