The Real Story of Cuckolding

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As the saying goes, this isn't a novel; it's my true experience. After much deliberation, I finally decided to write it down. It's quite long and verbose, so please bear with me. I'm writing this for two reasons: first, to vent—keeping secrets hidden is agonizing; second, to share my experiences with others who have gone through similar situations. Due to time constraints, I've divided it into two parts; please understand.

A year ago, I avoided novels about married women. I couldn't understand why anyone would willingly offer their wife to another man. However, I underestimated human curiosity and the endless pursuit of excitement. Initially, I clicked on a story about wife swapping out of boredom. I clearly remember my feelings—resistance and unease. But gradually, I started to think in the opposite direction. At first, I simply projected myself into the story, but one day I wondered what it would be like if my wife were on top of another man. This psychological phenomenon spread like wildfire, becoming uncontrollable. I discovered that releasing something hidden deep within me brought a different kind of stimulation, somewhat like drug addiction. In short, I think I'm addicted.

Initially, I only used novels to trigger my imagination and find satisfaction in it. Gradually, I felt that this was no longer enough; I craved deeper stimulation. Speaking of which, I must introduce my wife. She's 27 years old, from a spicy-food-loving province in southern China. She's 157cm tall, weighs around 100kg, has an average appearance, but a well-proportioned figure. My wife is a very traditional person; she was a good student from childhood. We've been married for five years. I know her well; she gave me her virginity and intends to only have me as her man for life. Therefore, when I first started reading these kinds of novels, I often felt guilty, probably because of her complete trust and dependence on me. These past few years of marriage seem to have gradually become dull, turning into a routine. At this point, I realized that physical fidelity isn't necessarily a prerequisite for romantic fidelity, and it might even suppress human nature. If you love someone, you can let them enjoy all kinds of happiness—not unrestrained happiness, but within the framework of your relationship. I can't force my partner to be vegetarian just because I don't like meat. If two people can absolutely love each other, then appropriate unconventionality might become a catalyst. Of course, all of this is just my own thinking, and sometimes I even feel like it's a pathetic excuse. I know the right way is to guide my wife to accept my ideas and gradually move towards this lifestyle with me. However, in the last six months, I've found that my impulsiveness has far exceeded the normal pace, and guiding my wife is proving to be a long and arduous journey. I've decided to act alone

, ensuring my safety. The key to success lies in finding the right person—something those who share my thoughts will surely understand. Thank God, I've found the right person. My wife and I regularly participate in outdoor hiking activities, gradually forming a regular circle, and within this circle, I finally found the right person. Let's call him C. He's a year younger than my wife and has been out of the military for less than two years, which actually meets my first condition: good health. C has a girlfriend, but I can sense that he's interested in other women as well. After a few activities, we gradually became familiar with each other. He calls my wife "sister" and me "brother-in-law," and my wife likes him a lot. A few times I couldn't participate in the activities due to work, and he carried my wife's bag. His girlfriend doesn't like the outdoors, so usually the three of us hiked together. Since we work in the same industry, we talked more often. The summer activities mainly involved hiking and camping. Some dangerous sections required mutual support, and a few times he held my wife's hand or supported her from behind as they climbed. Although my wife didn't seem to notice, I was still keenly aware that he was taking advantage of the situation. In later QQ chats, I consciously brought up my wife, and he kept praising her for being beautiful and having a great figure, saying I must be very lucky. Later, as we talked more, we also started discussing more private topics. At that time, I was developing a strong interest in cuckolding, and I started imagining how much pleasure my wife would feel if she were pinned down by such a strong man. With this in mind, I consciously began discussing private topics about my wife with C, such as her bust size, body hair, and frequency of intercourse. He said his wife was too thin and lacked firmness, wishing she were as voluptuous as mine, and that I was lucky to at least have a good feel for her. At this point, I understood C's intentions perfectly, and I confirmed he was a reliable person. However, even the most reliable person has their limits, and I could use this to my advantage to achieve a win-win situation. I started sending him photos of my wife, ostensibly for appreciation, but gradually the content became more explicit, from showing only her nipples to being completely naked. This process felt like fishing, but neither of us were the fishermen; we were both fish drawn by the bait, hopelessly addicted.

As our conversations deepened, the initial awkwardness and unease gradually disappeared, and I began commenting on my wife's body with him. Several times, he told me he was looking at photos of my wife. This phase lasted a long three months. A milestone event occurred at my home. My wife wasn't there, so I called him over. I opened my computer and showed him pictures of my wife, zooming in on a photo of her leaning against the headboard with her legs spread wide. Her genitals were clearly visible. I directly asked him if he wanted to have sex with her. He said he would definitely make her swollen and unable to walk the next day. The scene was incredibly arousing. We discussed my wife's body with all sorts of vulgar language, discussing how to fuck her hard. Finally, I found a pair of my wife's underwear for him. Afraid he'd be embarrassed, I went to the living room. Ten minutes later, I heard a low moan from him. I knew without guessing that he had ejaculated onto the underwear that had once covered my wife. Afterwards, he took it away, and I had a good, satisfying masturbation. Afterwards, I was still deeply remorseful. I couldn't even believe I had done such a thing. That feeling of emptiness after ejaculation, this time accompanied by immense regret. It wasn't until two days later that I completely recovered my previous mindset. That regret had vanished without a trace. Human beings are truly terrifying.

At the next event, the three of us were still chatting and laughing, but my feelings had changed. I knew that after seeing every detail of my wife's body, C had developed strange feelings for her. He was still cheerful and attentive, but I knew he was definitely hoping to strip her naked and actually penetrate my wife. Our subsequent QQ chat confirmed my thoughts; he said he really wanted to have sex with my wife and hoped I would grant his wish. I was already blinded by lust, and that night I finally discussed a plan with him. After countless fantasies, I decided to take the first step towards actually having sex with my wife.

[The End]

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