My wife is too sexy, there's nothing I can do about it.

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After much deliberation, I've finally decided to share my experience with my wife. After we got married, I gradually developed a cuckolding tendency.

I'm 40 this year, and my wife is 31. She's 162cm tall and weighs 52kg. She's a very voluptuous woman with fair skin and above-average looks—the kind that seems ordinary at first glance but grows on you over time. Her most attractive feature is her impressive breasts; she wears a 38E bra, and most people would think that such a large size would sag, but hers hasn't. We've been married for seven years. You might think we've reached the seven-year itch, but I haven't. Anyway, let's get to the point.

I found out about this after last year's Spring Festival. I know how high my wife's sexual needs are. Before we got married, she slowly told me that before I met her, she had slept with at least twenty or thirty men, and that's just the men she only dated for a short time. She said she experiences different things with different men and that she often has physical desires. Let me add something else. My wife's nipples are still pink, her areolas are small and light in color, and most importantly, her vulva, what people call her "bright vulva," or "cup," is still very tightly wrapped when penetrated. She herself has said that when she's on top, no man can last ten minutes, which I know.

It all started after the Spring Festival two years ago. My company had a project in another city, so I had to go there and meet the deadline. I didn't go home for eleven months. You can imagine how high my wife's sex drive is. I was worried she'd find another man while I was at the construction site, but I also wanted her to. To be on the safe side, I called my wife every night around 9 pm, ostensibly to check up on her, but actually to check up on her. To avoid anything actually happening, I would talk to my wife until almost 10 or 11 pm, thinking that by then she wouldn't want to go out. And it really did happen. Man proposes, God disposes. I was working out of town until late January last year when I returned. I didn't tell my wife before I went back. I arrived home around 6 PM that day. I checked the house and saw nothing unusual. I put down my luggage and went to take a shower. In the bathroom, I saw her clothes in a locker, so I picked them up to put them in the washing machine. But then I noticed three very small sets of underwear among her discarded bras—the kind I'd never seen before. Reflexively, I immediately picked them up and smelled each one, feeling a little excited, but ultimately disappointed. I didn't find anything. After my shower, my wife came home. When she opened the door and saw me, she hesitated for a moment before quickly coming over for a hug. She asked if I'd come back for a bit or if we were done. I said I was already done, and she didn't seem as happy as I'd imagined. We went out early that day, knowing what to do, and it felt the same, the same comfortable. After I ejaculated the first time, we lay down to rest. My wife spoke first, asking, "Honey, tell me honestly, during this long trip, did you see any other women?" As I stroked my wife's breasts, I said, "Of course I want to, but you know, honey, it's all because of you. I don't want to and can't wear a bra now. You know, men don't want to wear bras, but you're the same way. So I haven't worn one for years. Last time I found a guy, hoping for a little affair, but you know, he insisted I wear a bra, and I ended up softening and couldn't get hard anymore. So, you tell me, if I really wanted to, it would be a five-on-one situation. Have you been seeing other men? Tell me honestly." I saw my wife lower her head for a moment, then look up at me with her eyes wide open. I immediately got excited, and my penis started to harden. My wife began, "I know what you mean by calling me every day. You're checking up on me, aren't you?" I smiled and took my wife's hand, placing it on my breast. She squeezed it. I said, "Yes, I'm afraid you won't be able to resist seeing other men." My wife smiled, leaned down, and took my hand in hers, then started licking it with her tongue. After licking it, she said, "Didn't you think I'd go out after making the call?" I said, "You mean you really did?" My wife said, "If you want to know, you have to be okay with not getting angry before I tell you." I nodded. She leaned against me and said, "Yes, we went out after making those phone calls, but it wasn't my arrangement. They were the ones who called to invite me for drinks." I said, "So you mean there was more than one?" My wife nodded. She said, "The first time was with a married man, and it was at noon. We booked a short-stay room, but I wasn't happy that time. After we undressed, the man insisted on taking his clothes with him, so we had to call the hotel staff to bring them over. So it wasn't anything serious. The second one was a 28-year-old guy. He called at midnight to invite me for drinks, so I went. There were quite a few people there, and we drank until 2 am. The guy offered to take my wife home, but after saying goodbye, he said it was too late and suggested we get a hotel room instead. My wife agreed. That's the second one. The other one was also married. My wife had sex with him that day, and then he left." I asked, "Didn't you take either of them with you?" My wife nodded and asked why I wasn't angry. I said, "I know how high your sex drive is. We even talked about trying a threesome before. I understand you just want to satisfy your physical needs, but the premise is that we don't develop feelings for each other. Also, if there's a next time, you must have a man with you. I don't want mine to be mixed up with another man's." My wife smiled and nodded, and I thought the matter was over. About

a week later, my wife called that afternoon saying she had something to do at work that night and would be home late. I asked if she wanted me to pick her up, and she said no. My wife hadn't come home by midnight that night, so I called her. It took her a long time to answer. I could hear she was in a very quiet environment. She said her work wasn't finished yet and it might take another half hour. She suggested I go to sleep first. I said okay, and after hanging up, I went to sleep. I don't know how much time passed, but I heard the door open. I knew my wife was back. She came in, put down her things, and went to the bathroom. It felt like she was gone for a long time before coming back in. She came in quietly. I turned around and asked, "Why are you so late?" She didn't say anything, just lay down with her back to me. So I moved close behind her, hugged her, and kissed her shoulder. She said it was too late and she wanted to sleep. Tomorrow... I turned around again, but I still thought about it. I used one hand to caress my wife's breasts and the other to take off her clothes. My wife cooperated and took them off, then turned over and lay flat on her back. I rolled over, spread her legs, and thrust into her. After entering, I felt that my wife's vagina wasn't as wet as before. Although my wife is the kind of woman who gets wet anytime, anywhere, that day I felt like there was more. After ten thrusts, I felt like there was still foam inside her, and I smelled a faint scent. I thought it was impossible; I hadn't had any yet. I thrust a few more times, pulled out my penis, touched it, and then smelled it. I immediately knew what was going on. I looked at my wife, and she looked at me too. From the moment I met my wife, I knew that she didn't like men to put their penis in her vagina; she liked men to ejaculate deeply inside her. Also, when my wife sat on my back, she would ejaculate quickly. So I knew that my wife was in bed with another man when she came home so late. I looked at my wife, and she got up and hugged me, saying, "Don't be angry, honey. I shouldn't have kept it from you, but I was really afraid you'd be upset. The man tonight was the same one from last time. He asked me out many times after that, but I never went. He kept saying I was the most comfortable and best he'd ever met, and when he said that, I agreed."

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