Lost in the road

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My wife and I are both born in the 80s. Although we're not very old, we've experienced a lot this past year. Simply put, it's been a journey towards and achieving our goals.
My writing isn't great, so please bear with me.
My wife and I were classmates, and our relationship was relatively stable after marriage. However, due to some events, we gradually went down a different path. After graduation, I worked in Southeast Asia for a few years (those who have been there know how open it is; if you're willing to spend money, there's nothing you can't do, but back then, I was very virtuous and didn't do anything to betray my wife except masturbate). But distance was the biggest problem. Until one day, I accidentally discovered something strange. My girlfriend (we weren't married yet) confessed that she had fallen in love at first sight with a colleague... Heartbroken, sad—those who have experienced it understand.
Because I hadn't crossed any lines in college, I suddenly felt incredibly foolish and naive. I wanted revenge, but the distance was too great. I wanted to be promiscuous, but I was afraid of getting pregnant. So, I read various NTR-themed comics and novels, gradually understanding cuckoldry, and eventually becoming obsessed with cuckoldry. Although my girlfriend and the scumbag didn't end up together, the cuckolding incident became an unexpected bonus. After returning to China, I went through some more things until I gave her my virginity. Why do I say that? Because she didn't bleed the first time. Although she said it was her first time too, given what had happened before, I had some suspicions, but
I didn't think too much about it. After all, there was no evidence, and we both had a deep relationship. Later, because of busy life, I gradually paid less attention to this.
So, where did all this come from? Actually, this is just a prelude. Incompatibility in our sex life after marriage was also a reason. Ironically, it wasn't that I couldn't satisfy her, but that hers was too thin and my size was too large. This isn't bragging, after all, my length is only 12 (I'm slightly overweight), but my diameter reaches 4. Every time we finished, my wife could barely walk and had to rest for a while before getting up to clean up. (I forgot to introduce my wife. She's petite, a typical southerner, 160cm tall, with small arms and feet, and even a size 500 seems too big for her.) Every time we did it, she was traumatized. We'd
been together for 10 years, sharing everything. Once, she couldn't take it anymore and said she wanted to try something thinner, unintentionally awakening my cuckolding memories. From then on, I fantasized every time that scumbag from years ago was on her like I was. Although it was just a fantasy, it actually made me very hard and last a long time. That unique, bittersweet feeling combined with my wife's moans was hard to describe. But it was very special. Later, we often talked about finding men to have sex with. Sometimes my wife would get very wet, even with finger rubbing, it would be quick. Gradually, we started playing around, having her wear
open-crotch clothes for pictures and then fucking her hard, exchanging various fantasies with her. But at that time, it was just a fantasy, until I officially joined a certain online community (I won't say what it is, those who know, know).
At first, it was just out of curiosity, to see what kind of people had this kind of idea, and gradually I joined them, until by chance, I contacted a couple from the north. At first, my wife didn't know, until one day I told her about it. She regretted it a little, after all, it was just a casual flirtation, and she actually found someone. However, given the deep affection between them, while she didn't agree to an immediate exchange, she didn't object either. After all, women are emotional creatures; opening their bodies to a man they don't know and accepting another passionate man besides their husband
takes time, transforming them from a virtuous and beautiful woman into someone else. And when it came time to actually make the sacrifice, I was also a little apprehensive. I chatted with the Northern brother's family like this, while my wife was also uneasy; we were both struggling with the decision. Then one day, perhaps by fate, at the end of last year, I had to stay in the Northern brother's city for a while because of a project. One day, after drinking, I mustered the courage to text him. Unexpectedly, he didn't treat me like an outsider and directly invited me out. To be honest, I definitely wouldn't have dared to do that if I hadn't been drinking. That was also the first time I met the Northern brother and his wife. His wife was very well-maintained, and the Northern brother was tall and strong, didn't smoke, exercised regularly, and had a grown child who lived in a boarding school in another city. My older brother was quite surprised to see me, since most people who do this are older, and I'm the only single guy my age... We drank a lot that day, and the straightforwardness of northerners led us to chat a lot. At the time, I just treated him as a friend, and although I had some thoughts about it, I couldn't believe it would happen so soon. When the project was almost finished, I texted my older brother to tell him I was leaving, and he repeatedly urged me to come to his house for dinner. I understood what he meant, and I had many worries, but lust took over, so I took a shower at my place and went. My older brother's house was nice; even though it was winter, the heating was on really high. We ate simply and drank some alcohol. My older brother and his friends seemed very relaxed, since he said they'd been doing this for years, but it was my first time, and I felt very nervous. After dinner, it was awkward, and I wanted to leave, but my sister-in-law told me to rest, and my older brother also told me to relax. But when that moment actually came, I felt even more uncomfortable and nervous than the first time. My sister-in-law was clearing the table, and my older brother and I chatted about everything under the sun in the living room. I don't know when, but my sister-in-law changed her clothes; she was wearing a white bath towel wrapped in brown. My penis was rock hard at the time. My brother pulled my sister-in-law to my side and told me she was mine for the night. I was instantly terrified. I couldn't accept sleeping with someone else's wife in front of others, and my erection softened instantly. Seeing my hesitation, my brother suggested I take a shower first. I told him I had already showered before coming. My sister-in-law laughed and said I was all talk and no action. My brother took the initiative to smooth things over, saying he would go shower and that I should take my sister-in-law to the bedroom to talk. Fueled by alcohol, I took off my clothes, hugged my sister-in-law, and kissed her. I roughly untied her towel, exposing her body to me. To be honest, she had a good figure, pretty perfect except for a little bit of fat on her lower abdomen. She was probably a C cup, quite perky, and looked very alluring in her brown pantyhose. We did a lot of foreplay, and my sister-in-law became aroused. At this moment, my brother came in, saw that my sister-in-law hadn't been touched yet, and laughed, saying I was still young. I was a little embarrassed, being nervous, so I let my older brother take the lead. His familiar body and skillful technique made my sister-in-law gasp quickly with just his fingers. He took out a condom and let me have my turn. Seeing her dazed eyes, I instantly became very hard. I got in, but then I noticed my brother watching, and I immediately went soft. He patted me and told me to leave. After he left, with my sister-in-law's help, I quickly got hard again, penetrating deeply. It was my first time entering another woman, and my feelings were complicated, but I overcame my reason. I quickly compared it to my own experience; after all, she was a woman who had given birth, and her vagina was looser. But my sister-in-law was very open, her moans louder than my wife's, and she was very... well, you know. I ejaculated in a few minutes, but I could tell she wasn't satisfied, so I didn't pull out. Taking advantage of my youth, I continued thrusting while she was still hard, and soon I was hard again. The second time lasted longer than the first, but because I had already ejaculated the first time, the condom was slippery, and I was always afraid it would slip off. After a while, I changed the condom. The second time, it only lasted for less than ten minutes before I ejaculated again, but thankfully not much. I continued with the same method of not pulling out. By the third time, I had no feeling of ejaculating at all, but my sister-in-law was really aroused. There were really wet sounds coming from down there, and there was a lot of vaginal discharge mixed with soup. Until my sister-in-law shouted that she was coming, her body convulsed a little, and I even felt a little pain down there. I pulled out the third time without ejaculating. I went out to find my older brother, and I really admired him. For almost half an hour, he didn't bother me at all. He smiled when he saw me come out and said it's good to be young. He called me in, but I still couldn't get over it mentally. Plus, I'd used all my strength earlier, so I couldn't get an erection right away. So I watched as my brother, without a condom, slid right into my sister-in-law. It's true what they say, husband and wife are most familiar with each other. My brother got her aroused in no time. But he's almost 10 years older than me, so it's all about technique, not quantity. He used better positions than I do. However, his thing is longer than mine, but thinner. About fifteen minutes later, he brought my sister-in-law to ecstasy. Watching the performance on the bed, I recovered and started masturbating. My brother saw I was hard again and told me to continue. Everyone was relaxed by then, so I mustered my courage, put on a condom, and inserted it right in front of him. Still in the missionary position, after a while I still couldn't ejaculate. My sister-in-law seemed to be gradually losing her rhythm. My brother-in-law told her to get on top and find the feeling himself. That's when I understood why so many people like mature women. My sister-in-law moved back and forth quickly; it seemed like she was enjoying me, not me. I quickly came, this time going soft right after. My brother-in-law smiled at me and took over, quickly bringing my sister-in-law to her peak... After saying goodbye and going home that day, I suddenly felt lost. Wasn't that right? How did I end up a single man? But then I thought about whether my wife could really accept being on top of my brother-in-law...
I was depressed and conflicted.
After returning home, I talked to my wife about the exchange, especially about the time I recounted my experience at my older brother's house. At first, my wife was skeptical, then surprised, and finally just said, "See for yourself." I knew she was somewhat upset. Taking advantage of the Qingming Festival holiday, I asked my wife for leave in advance and went directly to my older brother's city.

[The End]

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