[A True Story of a Girlfriend Almost Running Away with a Single Man] (The End) [Author: Boiled Coffee]

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My girlfriend almost ran off with a single man – a true story .

Seeing the growing popularity of cuckoldry in recent years, as someone with several years of experience, I'm quite
happy. But I can't help but want to remind everyone that cuckoldry does indeed carry real emotional risks, and
I personally experienced this pain, so

I'm sharing my experience here. In short, my girlfriend almost ran off with a single man.

To be more precise, she did run off, but she came back.

From your perspective, it's understandable that you might think it's incredibly "cuckolding" to think your girlfriend could be so depraved
, exciting and thrilling – even I feel that way now as I type this. But in
the moment , it was an extremely difficult period. So I hope that besides entertainment, you can also
look at this story with a degree of caution.

This is absolutely a true story. Without further ado, let's begin.

I met my girlfriend (who is now my wife) when I was in graduate school; she was my junior.

She was petite, a little chubby, with fair skin and large breasts, easily an F cup,
which were very noticeable on her small frame. But honestly, her looks were just
average, barely deserving of the title "cute." (My wife punched me while I was typing this.)

When I first started dating her, I wasn't really serious. I just thought she was a cute, big-
breasted junior, so I figured I'd give her a try.

Even after we got together, I didn't expect it to last. Because of this, I didn't hide my true feelings. Not long after we started dating, I openly
told her I had a cuckold fetish, thinking it didn't matter if she couldn't accept it, since we'd
break . Surprisingly, although she was a little shocked, she wasn't overly opposed. She just felt that these kinds of things
should be explored on a whim, and I was naturally delighted.

However, as time passed, the matter was left unresolved. Soon after, I started working, and she had to
finish her thesis. The following year, she started working, and everyone was busy. Plus, we were still in the honeymoon phase,
and we were already having enough sex with each other , so we didn't think about being cuckolded anymore.

When I turned 26, our careers became more stable, and our sex life started to feel a bit sluggish.
That's when I reopened Pandora's box. After some communication and discussion,
like many couples, we started by sharing a room without switching partners. We gradually got used to group sex, then progressed to me having a threesome with her and a single man
, and finally reached the ideal state of a purely single man with her, without me participating.

My cuckoldry fetish finally blossomed, yielding initial results. Having my wife find single men to have sex with officially
became a part of our sex life. I often acted as a pimp, filtering and searching for
potential partners .

But I have to say, good men are hard to find, hard to find, hard to find. Because they are so hard to find,
I'll say it three times. Even though my wife was slowly starting to enjoy the thrill of this affair,
and the satisfaction that a better-built, more muscular single man brought her, we
hadn't actually dated that many single men.

The following spring, I met a single man online. His name was Sean.

He's the protagonist of this story, the one who won my girlfriend over.

For a single man, he was seriously good-looking: a good physique, tall and strong, with
a large a cool, handsome face. He was a young man who had just entered the workforce, and professionally, he
was my colleague.

On our first date, he brought my girlfriend to orgasm three or four times in a row. Watching him
thrust forcefully into my girlfriend's big white ass, making her moan like she was dying of pleasure, her two big breasts shaking like
rattles , I couldn't take it anymore. I unusually put down my recording equipment and started masturbating next to her (usually I
only masturbate when I get home and reminisce).

On the way home, my girlfriend and I discussed it. Aside from feeling he was a bit arrogant and not very talkative, we couldn't
really find any faults with him; it was mostly praise.

So, we met up again soon after, and then again shortly after that. After that, I never went with him again. I let
them make their own plans, happily staying home like a pimp, enjoying the humiliation of having my girlfriend taken by someone else, while
waiting for her to bring back freshly made sex photos, recordings, and videos.

At that time, I was still immersed in a "virtual" scenario of my girlfriend being taken, unaware that it was slowly
becoming reality!

Because at the same time, my company underwent internal restructuring, and I was transferred from a purely technical position to a management position, which
greatly increased my stress and made my emotions relatively unstable. So, although my girlfriend and I
were still sexually satisfied, and even had Sean as an outsider, we started arguing more and more in our daily lives, interacting less
, and our feelings began to fade, but I was completely oblivious at the time.

I always thought arguments were temporary; what couple doesn't argue? The arguments would pass, and everything would return to normal once
the work pressure eased.

I remember it clearly: one morning in late September of that year, this self-delusion shattered.

That morning, as I got up and dressed to leave, my girlfriend sat silently on the edge of the bed. As I dressed, I
asked her impatiently, "What's wrong? Did you have insomnia last night?" She didn't answer. I went over and was shocked to see
two streams of tears silently flowing down her face, her eyes swollen from crying. She told me in a trembling voice that she felt we might
not be able to continue , and she didn't know what had happened to our love.

Hearing this, I truly understood what "petrified" meant—I was completely petrified. I stood there
like , unable to utter a single word. It was so sudden, so incredibly sudden! I don't know
how long it took for my consciousness to slowly return.

I slowly and carefully asked her why she suddenly brought this up, what had happened. She told me everything,
tearfully recounting the rift in our relationship caused by work pressure. But I still felt it wasn't just that, so I casually
pressed her, "There shouldn't be a third party between us, right?" That's when I finally found out.

Sean. She felt she had fallen for Sean. And Sean felt the same way.

I was absolutely furious; those two had actually started sleeping together!

She told me she was confused. Being with me was sometimes joyful, sometimes painful; but with
Sean , she felt genuinely happy. I thought I'd found a perfect opening and immediately slapped
her back, saying, "You two are just hooking up, of course you're having a blast! But being together is more than just sex!
There's so much more to life, emotions, and relationships—it's not just about that one moment of pleasure!"

But this powerful retort hit home. My girlfriend told me that their hookups were
much more than just sex. They'd go shopping, see a movie, lie in a hotel room and just chat and hug
for hours without getting tired. Without realizing it, they'd built a relationship beyond friends with benefits—it was a serious
flame of love.

She asked if I knew how much time she spent with Sean each week. I casually replied, "Once
or twice, I guess?" Actually, I didn't really remember; it was just a casual answer. She shook her head, tears streaming down her face, saying she went out with Sean
at least , sometimes all day on weekends, and always texted me about it,
but I'd never paid attention.

I was utterly shocked, my scalp tingling, because I'd never noticed. They were seeing each other
so frequently, for so long! Lately, I'd been so focused on work, even in my free time I'd only thought about
relaxing , only asking my girlfriend about her recent sex with Sean when we were having sex. I had no idea
I'd fallen behind Sean in terms of spending time together.

I felt like I had a steamed bun stuck in my throat, unable to utter a word. I said, "We'll talk about it
after work," and fled the house, escaping reality.

The next few days were spent in meaningless long-winded arguments and tears, without any
resolution.

The only thing I knew was that my girlfriend couldn't let go of me, but her feelings for me were blurred; she didn't know how much
love she still had. Maybe a lot, maybe none at all. But with Sean, there was clear happiness. She didn't
know what to do.

After a few days of furious indignation, I began to deeply reflect on myself. How could things have come to
this ? What had I overlooked in my life? And who did my temper hurt? I
pushed my girlfriend away, only to have Sean catch her. Can I blame her for going that way?

I also spoke with Sean a few times on the phone during this time. His tone was still cold, but I could tell he was serious
. He did like my girlfriend, but he clearly knew he had crossed the line for a single man. He apologized to me, but
emphasized that he was sincere towards my girlfriend and would accept whatever the outcome of our decision.

A week later, I made a decision. I let go and let my girlfriend be with Sean.

My girlfriend was shocked by my decision and cried bitterly, feeling that I didn't want her anymore and that I was a
cheating jerk. In the end, I was the one comforting her. (Being so blatantly betrayed and still having to comfort someone… how
pathetic am I?) I told her that this was a decision I made after relaxing and thinking things through. I didn't abandon her; I just wanted her
to be happy .

What we've been doing all along is an open relationship, isn't it? If we can be open about sex,
why can't we be open about feelings? Since we're both stuck here, unable to move forward
or backward, we might as well move in one direction and let time tell us who's right and who's wrong. Now that the scales
have tipped in Sean's favor, I don't want to use my "ex-boyfriend" status to force him back.

Besides, I was partly at fault in this whole thing. If I hadn't been so busy with work and lost my temper under pressure,
things wouldn't have gotten to this point. And besides, I was the one who insisted on playing the cuckold fetish game; I personally vetted and
facilitated 's relationship.

I told her, "Go ahead and date Sean. Maybe he really is the one for you. Just consider it
a trial; there's no harm in it. If not, if you find that you still love me more,
then come back. I'm still here, and I still love you the same."

She burst into tears again after hearing this, so I joked, "But you'd better come back quickly. I don't have much time.
You can't go and be with Sean, and then come back 20 years later saying Sean isn't good enough and you want me instead, right?"

After this communication and discussion, the whole thing was roughly settled.

I called Sean to inform him, and he was surprised, or rather,
delighted . So we discussed it and agreed that two weeks later, my girlfriend would move out of my place and move to Sean's place,
officially becoming Sean's girlfriend.

We also agreed that we shouldn't announce this to the world yet, and let it pass slowly.
I wouldn't go to social media to cry about the breakup, and Sean and my girlfriend wouldn't rush to show off their relationship; we'd wait until
things were more stable.

In fact, life is full of trivial matters, and many things can't be rushed. My girlfriend and I have been living
together since we started dating, and the amount of stuff she accumulated is unimaginable; Sean's rented place at the time didn't have enough space to store it all.

So my girlfriend only took clothes, shoes, bags, and necessities with her move; the rest was left in my
"real green hat" house, to be dealt with once Sean moved to a bigger place.

That's how life is; once a decision is made, time flies by.

Two weeks passed in a flash. My girlfriend stopped crying and talked to Sean on the phone every day,
laughing and chatting . Although she still often had tears in her eyes when she looked at me, I knew this decision was right.

I remember the night she moved out, I helped her pack her things, gave her bags, and saw her to
the balcony. I saw the silver Civic on the street; Sean had arrived. My girlfriend looked at me and
said, trying to sound casual, "You really aren't going to ask me to stay? I'm really leaving!" I forced a smile and said, "You'll be back soon,
don't miss me too much." But we both knew then that this meant a breakup.

She carried the bags out the door, I closed the iron gate, and went back into the living room. I heard the car door open and close,
the engine start, and the tires scrape the pavement as it drove away. Once it finally quieted down outside, I
looked at the empty living room, collapsed onto the sofa, and cried all night.

For the next few days, I couldn't sleep. Lying in bed at night with my eyes closed, I tried not to think about anything, but my body
would involuntarily tremble, and tears would stream down my face.

A week later, the young couple invited me to dinner. Since I had pretended to be so generous and magnanimous,
even giving up my girlfriend for them, I had no reason not to go.

I arrived at the Italian restaurant on time, but the adulterous couple was late! I was furious.

A while later, I heard the wind chimes on the door ring. Looking up, I saw the most classic
"heart-wrenching moment" of my life. Sean and his girlfriend walked in hand in hand, chatting and laughing.

This scene shocked me deeply because it wasn't like those cuckolding stories; it was real! They were
really together!

I really want to know how ugly I looked then, but I also remember clearly that my girlfriend was wearing a
white strapless dress, a short denim jacket, and wedge heels, and her smile was so radiant.

When I saw those big, protruding breasts on the front of that strapless dress… a pang of pain shot through my heart. Those weren't mine anymore.

I don't remember much after that. I can't recall what we talked about from the time they sat down until we left after dinner
. This isn't an exaggeration for the sake of writing; I genuinely don't remember anything
. I don't even remember what we ate.

But sadly, as I walked home alone, my mind blank and my stomach full, thinking about those scenes, feeling
a mix of sadness and pain, my penis still got hard. That night, I masturbated twice, using the lingering
image .

For the next few days, I was so sad I didn't even have the strength to stand. I would lie on the sofa as soon as I got home from work,
shirt, pants, socks, and underwear all still on. I didn't eat dinner, and of course, I didn't shower. I would lie there with the TV on until
7 a.m. the next day, then get up and go to work. But there were also some days when I seemed completely fine. I could play
video games until the early hours of the morning without anyone nagging me, like I was back in college. But the only thing that remained the same was that my
girlfriend wasn't by my side during those days.

A month later, I saw my girlfriend again.

It was a Sunday afternoon, and I was sprawled on the sofa watching football, my vest pulled up halfway up to my stomach,
my underwear undone, when suddenly I heard my iron gate creak open. I was so scared I almost fell to the ground.
I wondered if it was a ghost or a thief. I jumped up and saw my girlfriend walking in carrying a plastic bag
.

"Why didn't you answer your phone? I called you several times and you didn't answer!"

I was completely bewildered, thinking, "What kind of 'vicious person accusing me first' is this? This is my house, how dare you just barge in?"

Then I remembered that I had left my phone charging in the bedroom last night and hadn't picked it up since. No wonder no one answered her calls;
after all, not many people call me these days, and I didn't want to answer the phone either.

She skillfully put the bag in the kitchen and told me why she came. Apparently, Sean went back to
his hometown n't get back until very late. She thought she had nothing to do, so she came back to see me and cook
dinner for me.

Because it all happened so suddenly, I really couldn't react at all. I stood there, listening to her talk about everyday
things , walking around, opening the refrigerator, chopping vegetables. I suddenly felt a little disoriented. What time and space was I living in
? How come my girlfriend was still in my house? Was I dreaming, or had my nightmare finally ended?

After dinner, we sat in the living room chatting, but the more we talked, the drier it got. Unlike the panic
I felt that afternoon, after calming down that evening, remembering that she was now Sean's girlfriend, I spontaneously became respectful and courteous. But the
more I thought about it, the less I could find a topic to talk about. After a moment of silence, my girlfriend asked, "Want to have sex?

" I froze for at least 10 seconds, unable to speak. I didn't know whether I should or not.

I knew I probably had that right, after all, I was the one who made my girlfriend do it for Sean first, and
now she was practically given to him for free. If she was willing, from a reciprocal point of view, shouldn't he let me have some fun too?

But all I knew was that looking into her eyes, looking at her, I couldn't get an erection. Because I knew it
wasn't mine anymore.

I chuckled and brushed it off, saying, "Next time! I'll come back when she and Sean are settled."

I bluffed and asked her to tell Sean how he used to mess with my girlfriend and even seduce her, and that I
would get my revenge. My girlfriend remained silent, just watching me quietly. At 10 p.m., the silver Civic
VC glided into my alley again. I pretended to pee in the bathroom and avoided seeing her off.

For the next few months, I never spoke to her face-to-face again.

We still kept in touch on social media and messaging apps. I'd seen them a few times
from afar , since my home was only a 15-minute drive from Sean's, and our social circles overlapped considerably.

But I never spoke to her face-to-face again.

The breakup made me start to reflect. Was I too emotional with other family and friends?

Was I too harsh on my subordinates at work? Would
things ?

Why did I get myself into this situation? Regret and sadness never left me, but the days
relentlessly crushed me. As

the Lunar New Year approached,

I slowly began to get used to life without a girlfriend, or rather, I began to get used to the pain accompanying my
life. One night, I received a call from my girlfriend, which didn't surprise me too much. She had come
home with me for the past few years, but not this year, so of course she would have let me know and asked me to say hello to my parents for her.

I answered the phone, putting on my usual relaxed tone. "Hello? What's up?"

Only a soft, but firm voice came from the other end:

"I still love you. Can I come back?"

I'm 31 now, and my wife is 30. We've been married for over two years.

This true story ends here.

Next, I'll continue with my account of what happened to my wife and her thoughts.

Because I asked her and recorded everything, I'll still write from her third-person
perspective, not a subjective one . This part

might be more erotic, since my storyline
was quite miserable, while hers was much more enjoyable. I'll also cut out less important details and
focus on the key points.

Starting from when she first met Sean, she only said one thing: Sean made her feel incredibly good.

She felt Sean was the most comfortable man she had ever been with at that time. His strong physique and large penis
were her nemesis, and their genitals were a perfect match. She was easily brought to tears in bed, and before she knew it, she
had multiple orgasms – something her boyfriend (now her husband) could never match. Plus,
he was good-looking, so she'd actually had feelings for him for a while.

Everyone says a woman's vagina leads to her heart, and he always took her to heaven; it was impossible not to like him.
How could that be?

Then she thought I was a terrible person during the time I was transferred to a management position.

We argued all the time over trivial things. In contrast, Sean, although not as talkative as me, was always there for her quietly,
making her feel cared for; and at the end of every date, he would always bring her to ecstasy with his big dick, making it a perfect end-dinner
.

She said she was seasick. Completely seasick. Her heart was pounding.

But she said that breaking up with me was the most painful experience of her life.

She said that although she liked Sean, she knew it was probably an illusion, a bubble of infatuation.

So rationally, after much consideration, she felt that she still leaned towards me, but needed time
to let go of Sean.

She said that she cried to me that day because she couldn't hold it in anymore and wanted to vent her feelings;
it wasn't that she really wanted to break up with me, as she said.

But unexpectedly, I made the completely opposite decision in the end: I wanted her to date Sean.

It's like a student who wants to go outside and play soccer, finally making up their mind to focus on their studies and
stop thinking about going out; but then the teacher suddenly bursts in and says, "Go play soccer!" Her initial
belief in staying with me was shattered by my decision.

She said she was somewhat convinced by me at that moment; people always have to move on, and the old chapters are over.

So, the desires that had been suppressed by reason suddenly had an excuse; she
naturally and unceremoniously rushed out, telling herself that this was the right thing to do, deciding to go in Sean's direction.

But she didn't know how painful it was for me to make this decision. I thought it was for her own good, but I didn't realize
I was pushing her out the door.

She said that after everything was settled, she felt much lighter and could naturally start to slowly put
me out of her mind.

In the two weeks leading up to moving in with Sean, she talked on the phone with him every day, rekindling
her passion burned even brighter. Absence made the heart grow fonder, and her "sex" hadn't been touched by Sean for two weeks;
she said the thought of it made her unbearably itchy.

She kept preparing herself mentally for her new partner; she said that in the day or two before leaving, she had
even adjusted to not being too sad, but rather feeling a sense of excitement! A new boyfriend, a new life, a new sex life
… just thinking about it made her wet and slippery.

She said that only when the moment of leaving home arrived did she really, really, really not want to go, wanting to throw down her luggage
and stay.

But when she reached the car, Sean put her things away, and they got in, she felt as if she had
entered another world, a feeling that the die was cast and there was no turning back.

She said that at first, the atmosphere in the car was a little awkward. Although they talked for so long every day and were so close that they saw each other
almost day, it was still two weeks since they had last seen each other, and suddenly they were officially boyfriend and girlfriend, which felt a little strange.

But she said Sean's profile was handsome as he focused on driving, and seeing him in the dark made her yearn for him, wanting to take
him right there in the car.

After arriving at Sean's house, she said she had the most wonderful sexual experience of her life. Without a doubt.

(I asked, a little jealously, "We also had sex during our honeymoon! We were incredibly passionate during our honeymoon too,
isn't that better?" I thought she would fawn over me, saying, "Of course, it's better with my husband." But she
resolutely said, "No, it's not. That was truly the best of my life.")

She said that Sean, like a wild beast, pushed her against the wall, pinned her down, and quickly stripped her clothes off.

She was ignited by his actions and began frantically stripping Sean's clothes off as well. Then they began to thirstily
suckle each other's bodies.

She said the feeling of wanting each other was so strong that it made her feel completely out of control, her mind racing.

She said that before, sex was just pure physical stimulation; she wouldn't usually want to lick or suck other
parts because they weren't sexual organs and didn't elicit any special stimulating reaction. But now, in addition to
their physical intimacy .

With love, she wanted to lick and devour every inch of his skin, to completely possess him.
It wasn't just about fucking him to death, but about consuming him, truly devouring him body and soul, wanting to
completely and merge him into herself.

The two of them were like a twisted rope, tightly intertwined, using all their hands, feet, mouths, and tongues to demand more from each other. They
didn't speak for a long time, only focusing on getting more from each other. The only sound in the air was the intense sound of their saliva
. She said she was so excited that she felt like she was going to die, her lower body was so swollen and numb that she completely lost feeling.

After an unknown amount of time, Sean finally couldn't hold back and threw her onto the sofa, ravaging her with his
almost . She said she orgasmed as soon as he penetrated her. The orgasm was so intense that her whole body twisted uncontrollably, and her legs and neck cramped
.

She said Sean also only thrust two or three times before his whole body trembled, and he ejaculated all over her inside her, ejaculating for a
long time , as if he wouldn't stop, thrusting all the way in. Even after she finished ejaculating, she didn't feel any softening;
the large, hard penis was still inside her, making her feel numb yet comfortable. The two continued to make love, embracing each other.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

She said she didn't know how many times they did it that night. She also didn't know when she started calling him "husband," and he called
her "wife." They mated wildly, as if there was no tomorrow.

She said that in the end, she was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she didn't know what to do anymore. Her whole body was exhausted, her limbs were cramping, and her ears were ringing. Her vagina was so
numb that it felt like it wasn't even on her body anymore. She felt like she only had half a breath left after making love.

But after reaching the climax, all that remained was a feeling of pure happiness.

She said that after it was over, she lay on top of him, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist, her face pressed against his chest, acting coquettishly.

She said that was one of the happiest moments of her life.

She said, frankly, that's when she made up her mind. This was the man she wanted for the rest of her life. She loved him so much that
she couldn't live without him, couldn't live without him.

Every day after that, they mated like animals. Because they hadn't told anyone about their relationship yet and
wanted to keep it low-key, she mostly bought groceries and cooked for him at home. They both got off work on time,
so in the evenings, they stayed home together, living like newlyweds.

Every night, Sean would fiercely ride his newly acquired, busty girlfriend, fucking her relentlessly, and my girlfriend,
or rather Sean's new girlfriend, would always respond to his passion with the most wanton yet sweetly seductive manner.

She said she'd only been there five days and was already sore throat from all the fussing, she even had to buy throat lozenges.

A week later, when we met at an Italian restaurant, she said she was completely enveloped in a halo
of happiness , and at that moment, I really just seemed like a pitiful ex-boyfriend. I felt a little teary-eyed, but
not really that emotional. Back home, she and her new boyfriend, Sean, happily made love. (I told
her that I used her to masturbate that day. She said she saw me staring at her breasts.)

She said that Sean seemed particularly energetic during sex that night, almost too much for her. She
jokingly asked Sean, "Are you jealous?" Sean just replied, "No, because you're definitely mine
." Then he thrust wildly, kneading her breasts like dough, making her
moan, "They're yours, all yours, forever yours!"

She said this halo of happiness lasted almost a month before the shadows surfaced.

That shadow was me.

(I heard this and strongly protested… What do you mean I’m a shadow? She said it’s not a shadow, just
an image, a feeling.)

Perhaps when the halo finally dissipated, she finally saw clearly that behind the halo, what was truly in her heart
was me.

She said that a few days after she had this feeling, Sean said he was going back to his hometown for a wedding banquet, and she took the initiative to suggest coming back
to see me. Sean readily agreed and even gave her a deep French kiss, trusting her completely, saying that she could have sex with me, and
he wouldn’t be jealous. So she came to see me.

She also mentioned that she almost burst into tears while cooking in our kitchen. Just like me, it
felt like a dream.

After returning home, although Sean had traveled a long way and was exhausted from the whole day, he still treated her to a hearty meal
. Sean asked if we had had sex, and she said no, and Sean didn’t say much after hearing that. She said that
they had sex very well that night, and she was brought to the brink of ecstasy several times by him, experiencing multiple orgasms. But for some
reason, this was the first time she didn't feel as happy with Sean.

Later, the shadow of me continued to grow in her heart, becoming so large that she couldn't ignore it. It
was a feeling that told her how much she actually loved me. She said she started having trouble sleeping for the next few months,
sitting up and crying at night. (Sean! Finally, it's your turn to suffer!)

One night, she confronted Sean, saying that she ultimately loved me more and wanted to come back to me. Sean
didn't seem particularly surprised, but his expression was very unpleasant. She said that during their relationship, she knew he was a very
proud person; he wasn't a bad person, but he was someone who found it hard to back down.

Later, they spent several nights drinking and talking. She said they still called each other husband and wife,
still made love, and felt that if they had met at a different time, things might have turned out well. But not
now . Now she just wanted to come back to me.

The day after she made the decision, she called me.

She said she was very nervous, after all, several months had passed, and I had no obligation to wait for her. She felt she
was a terrible woman in some ways , unable to find happiness and clinging to it. But she said she knew it was all sorted as soon as she made the call!

(She even chuckled mischievously as she said this!)

She said that as soon as she answered the phone, she heard my voice trembling slightly! As if suppressing happy emotions,
she knew immediately that our love was still there. Everything was alright.

She came back.

[Postscript 1]

After my girlfriend returned, Sean and I lost contact. It wasn't that we couldn't find each other, but
we just stopped communicating. My girlfriend said he must have been very sad, but she wouldn't say it, giving him time
to adjust .

And since my girlfriend had finally come back, I didn't dare pretend to be generous or joke about letting her contact him again. Good luck
only happens once, so Sean completely disappeared from our lives.

The following year, Sean contacted my girlfriend again. His company was expanding and sending him to
work , saying he wanted to see us before he left. So we met up for an izakaya. I

originally thought this would be a good opportunity to say goodbye to an old acquaintance and chat, since we all used to get along very well.

Sean liked my girlfriend so much, and my girlfriend loved him so much that she almost ran off with him; and I used to
think he was a great single guy, admired him, and he brought me a lot of excitement. Now that it's all in the past,
there's no need for us to be so awkward.

But that meal was really just a meal; everyone was very reserved, we didn't start any conversations, and it didn't ease
the awkwardness at all. That's how we said goodbye to Sean.

[Postscript 2]

Three years later, last year, something called fate really terrified me.

I went to a city in the south for work to attend a special exhibition. I was just there to look at the various technologies and prices
. Since my wife (we were married by then) still had some leave, I took her along for a side trip.

We ran into Sean at the exhibition.

He wasn't there to browse like me; he was an exhibitor sent by his company. We didn't talk much at the exhibition
because he was busy negotiating prices with customers. His skin looked a bit darker, but he was still
in good and gave off the same cool vibe as Sean. We arranged to meet him for dinner

that evening to chat more. At dinner, we had a great time, and the awkwardness between us dissipated.

I don't know if it was Father Time finally smoothing things over, or if he simply
came ; or if it was because we drank a few bottles of local liquor, but we talked about everything under the sun, even joking about our past. Anyway, by the end of dinner, I felt like we were back to being that trio
with the cuckoldry fetish . We were leaving that night; our return train tickets were already booked, and Sean saw us off at the train station. Because I was quite happy and had been drinking, my spirits were high, and my playful side kicked in. I deliberately said I was going to buy drinks and snacks to eat on the train , and dashed into the convenience store next door. Actually, I was almost bursting from dinner; I just wanted to kill time for ten minutes to let the old lovers have a get-together. Ten minutes later I went outside, and Sean was nowhere to be seen. Only my wife was leaning against a pillar, scrolling through her phone. I was furious. What was he doing with such a golden opportunity? I asked my wife, "Did Sean leave?" She innocently replied, "Yeah, he left quickly." I shook my head and said, "Time really flies. I never thought that stallion Sean would turn into a little lamb."

I led my wife slowly to the platform. She didn't say anything the whole way until we boarded the train, when she suddenly burst
out laughing. She said she saw my expectant look and decided to tease me by not telling the truth.

I was startled and quickly asked, "So, what did Sean do to you?" She smiled and said, "He touched my breasts,
he teased my pussy, and we French kissed several times, and you didn't even know!"

She said that as soon as he saw me enter the convenience store, he pulled her over, hugged her tightly, and frantically
rubbed her buttocks from behind. He then took her mouth into his mouth and French kissed her, exchanging saliva, completely oblivious to passersby.

Later, while they were kissing, Sean slipped his hand under her black skirt and rubbed her vulva through her underwear. She
said she was already wet down there, and Sean probably noticed, so he didn't rub for long before using his fingers to pull her underwear
aside and directly thrust his fingers into her vagina a few times.

The two of them stayed like that on the roadside, entwined, kissing and teasing each other for several minutes before finally separating.

She said that as soon as they separated and she regained her footing, Sean reached over and grabbed one of her breasts, kneading it roughly
while staring intently into her eyes. She said his gaze was terrifying, like he was about to do it to her right then and there.

Then he took a few deep breaths, let go, turned around, and left without even saying goodbye.

My wife laughed and said that even after all these years, he still loves to act cool, but she still thinks he's handsome! Hearing
this, I felt excited but also relieved. After all, this is the single Sean I know.

[Postscript 3]

A few days before Chinese New Year's Eve this year, I was busy packing for my trip home when my wife suddenly approached me with a smile. I
knew this slut had ulterior motives, so I asked her what was wrong.

She said, "Honey, can I meet up with a single man on Valentine's Day, the 14th?"

I was stunned for a moment, thinking, "This woman is really horny. She won't even let me have Valentine's Day to myself, she's going to find a single man to annoy
me… How thoughtful!" I asked, "Which single man do you want to meet up with?"

She said, "Sean."

I was a little stunned. Sean?

She nodded, saying she'd chatted with him on messaging apps about the Lunar New Year these past few days. Knowing he
'd be passing through our area on his way back to work from his hometown, she figured going out of the way for dinner, chatting
, and New Year's greetings would be boring. How about rekindling their old flame and getting some physical intimacy? Of course, she knew Sean wasn't an ordinary single man,
so specifically asked for my opinion first.

Actually, I was okay with it. Over the years, my wife and I had grown a lot emotionally,
matured a lot, and our lives were more closely intertwined.

My wife wasn't the little girl who'd just started playing the cuckold game.

Now she knew exactly what she was doing and what she was pursuing. She knew how to handle both our relationship and sex,
as well as her relationships and sex with others, and she enjoyed it quite a bit. Therefore
, I trusted her completely.

But I just wanted to tease this slut a little.

So I pretended to be hesitant and said, "What if you two get into trouble again? We're married now,
getting a divorce would be such a hassle!" My wife hooked her arm around mine, pouting and saying, "No, I've decided you're the one for
me. It's just a fling with him!"

I laughed at her insincere expression. Who flirts with their husband while saying they're going to sleep with someone else?
What a load of rubbish! But I knew what she really meant, so of course I agreed. Not only did I agree, I even went further!

I said, "You're asking me about this? Aren't you indirectly putting me down? It's like if I don't agree, I'm petty
and afraid he'll steal my wife. Let me tell you, your husband is much more magnanimous than you think. Why don't you
go and spend the night with him on the 13th, and then pick you
up ?

" She laughed and said, "Okay, if you're not afraid, why should I be? You can expect to pick up nothing on the 14th at noon, because
I've already eloped with him!"

And so the matter was settled.

On the 13th, my wife wore a very unusual backless dress.

After all, her advantage lies in her breasts; covering the front and exposing the back seems a bit misplaced.

But after she finished dressing up, seeing her hair styled into a single, large wave, revealing
her smooth, white back from behind, the curves of her shoulders and neck forming a perfect line, I have to say, she was quite beautiful. Paired
with sparkly rhinestone high-heeled sandals, she actually had a bride-like feel to her.

I'm used to her flirtatious ways, but today, with her old flame, she suddenly switched to a sophisticated and romantic style—this contrast made me
both jealous and excited. Afterwards, I drove her to Sean's hotel. Seeing her listless
expression, looking forward to our date, really got me fired up. As soon as I got home, I couldn't resist masturbating.

By 10 pm, there was no need to call or check up on them; they were definitely having fun.

But I wanted to call my wife; maybe Sean was stressed out at work and impotent. I could
check on them to see what was going on.

"Hello? Honey, are you guys okay?"

"Honey? This is Mrs. Zhang, did you dial the wrong number?"

I froze, holding the phone away from my ear, and looked at the caller ID on the screen. It was definitely my wife!
After another two seconds of stunned silence, my nerves finally clicked. Damn it, Sean's last name is Zhang! I immediately cursed back.

"Hey! You slut, why are you calling me your husband? Didn't you say you only had me as your husband?"

A laugh came from the other end.

"That was that day... not today. Today is Mrs. Zhang, on our honeymoon with my husband!"

I replied irritably. "How was your honeymoon?"

"I'll tell you when we get back. A beautiful night is precious, we don't have time to chat with you anymore, bye-bye!"

That bitch actually hung up on me. I was so angry... After hanging up, thinking about how she looked like a
romantic , I masturbated to vent my anger.

The next afternoon, after picking her up (thankfully she didn't keep her word and really did leave with Sean), she got into the car,
and her first words were, "Oh, it feels like Cinderella's midnight!" I was furious. Did she really compare me
to a mouse or a pumpkin? Was I really that lowly?

She then smiled and reassured me, "No, it's just that it's easy to have fantasies with an ex." I said, "So you really
believe you and she are exes?" She said, "Of course! Although it was short, they were
truly . I was just going back to her!" I was so angry and aroused that I couldn't drive properly. I really wanted to pull over
and give her a good talking to.

After a big meal on the way home, we made love while talking about her and Sean's situation these past few days. I was very gentle and slow.
Because she had already used it with Sean too many times, she said it would sting slightly, but she was still incredibly wet and
wanted me inside her.

She said that after entering the room that day, Sean hugged her tightly from behind, holding her close. She turned her head and French kissed him
. Then Sean reached his hands through the opening of her dress from behind, reaching to the front and roughly kneading her
two heavy breasts inside her clothes, while whispering in her ear that he wanted those big things to death.

They kissed and caressed for a while, both of them burning hot. Finally, Sean pushed her to the edge of the bed, lifted
her skirt, and they had sex directly. She said that after only a few thrusts with Sean, she couldn't stand up straight and had to kneel down because Sean's
penis was so big and incredibly hard that day, it felt like an iron rod thrusting into her, stimulating her until her legs went weak in less than a minute.

Seeing her kneeling by the bed, Sean didn't let her go. He knelt behind her and continued his frenzied
thrusting from behind, making my wife's large, white breasts swing wildly and her buttocks slap loudly. The two of them were making love like a pair of male and female
dogs by the bed. Soon after, Sean ejaculated inside her.

Afterwards, they took off their clothes and shoes and went to take a bath together. Halfway through the bath, Sean pushed her down and gave her
oral sex . She knelt on the bathroom floor and gave him a blowjob. After a while, she was pulled up and pressed onto the sink, where
she was fucked from behind again.

Finally, after the bath, she said that the two of them had been completely naked and entwined in bed, without leaving the room. I
said, "Didn't you book that seafood restaurant for dinner?" She said she had called to cancel the reservation in the afternoon because when
they looked at each other in bed, they knew they didn't want to go anywhere else, and didn't want to be separated for even a second. They ordered dinner from the restaurant
.

She said that when I called her that night, they had just finished a vigorous session. She was covered in sweat, her vagina still wet with Sean
's semen, and she lay in bed, reluctant to get up. Sean got up to get her a drink from the fridge when the phone rang.

She said she saw Sean turn around, completely naked, his muscular body covered in sweat,
pouring iced barley tea into a glass. She said it was such a pleasing sight, like a pornographic photo for women
. She said she immediately wanted to go over and lick all the sweat off Sean, then kneel at his feet and suck his penis
.

She said she didn't mean to provoke me; it was just that the situation felt so much like a newlywed couple's
honeymoon, and when a stranger called, she naturally blurted out "Mrs. Zhang." After hanging up, she
immediately had sex with Sean again. Afterwards, they were both exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms.

When they woke up, it was past 4 a.m., and they both went to the bathroom to shower again. After rinsing off, they
dragged chairs to the balcony and sat there, looking at the dimly lit, indistinct street scene. Neither of them said a word,
just nestled together. She said that leaning on Sean's shoulder felt like going back to
the happy times when she had just left me for him, and she wished time could stop at this moment and never leave again.

My wife said that she first leaned on Sean's shoulder, then slowly slid down to his chest, then down to
his stomach, and finally her head slid to his crotch. She unceremoniously took Sean's big penis into
her mouth again, and Sean gently brushed her hair aside, looking down at her affectionately. She said she looked back at him
affectionately , her mouth constantly sucking and blowing on him. They made love again, and then they
were so tired that they fell asleep in each other's arms.

When they woke up again, it was almost noon and they were checking out. She said that as they were leaving the room, standing at the door, Sean
held her tightly with both arms and hugged her for a long time.

She said he was holding her too tightly, making it hard for her to breathe, but being held like that, with Sean's
scent filling her nose, and her lower body wet, she still wanted more, even though her vagina was already overused. She had originally wanted to
ask Sean for more, but she felt he no longer wanted it.

Sean just held her properly, without touching or groping her, without saying a word,
holding her tightly and firmly.

She said she guessed he might not have completely moved on, still emotionally attached to the breakup, so she didn't
spoil the atmosphere by asking for his penis.

After leaving the hotel, Sean left quickly, without saying anything more or putting on a dramatic send-off, probably
afraid that the more he talked, the more he would want to leave. That's how this short honeymoon between ex-lovers ended.

I listened to this story over two days because I only heard half of it that night and thought this woman was too slutty, so I
aggressively thrust into her while questioning, "So who's your husband now? Who's the best?" She cried out in a pitiful, lustful voice, "Husband is
the best! You're the best! You're the husband!" She was even wiggling her hips to meet my thrusts. Seeing her so
wanton , I couldn't hold back and ejaculated completely. It wasn't until the next night, when we were having sex, that
I heard the rest of the story.

Thinking about it now, breakups and makeups are so common these days. Couples who get together this month, break up next month,
and get back together next month are nothing special. My story might seem a bit
exaggerated . But I still want to remind everyone that those of us who are cuckolded face a significantly higher risk than other couples, and
we really need to be extra careful.

Also, because my motivation for writing this was simply to remind everyone of the possibility of their girlfriends running off with someone else, I only wrote about
Sean. We can talk about the part about wives and other single men another time.

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