[Adultery Poison] (06-07) Author: nnntr

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After a long while, my wife struggled to get out of bed, dressed, and asked me to accompany her downstairs to wash herself
. She said she was afraid of running into Tim again. Honey, he just saw your pussy again! Although I secretly hoped my wife
would have something else happen with Tim, my tenderness prevailed. After accompanying my wife to the shower, we returned to the room.
I handed her the emergency contraceptive pill with a sheepish grin. My wife swallowed the pill, glared at me, and said it was all my
fault. I could only try my best to please her. Finally, after coaxing my wife to sleep, I tossed and turned,
unable to fall asleep myself.

So I'm a cuckold, I told myself, and surprisingly, I found myself accepting
this without any difficulty.

Do I love Bailu? I love her more than anything, needing her like a terminally ill patient yearning for life.

Do I want Bailu to be ogled by other men? …Yes, I think. Just thinking about that scene makes my blood boil
. The intense stimulation surpasses even the first time I saw an adult film as a teenager. It numbs my brain like a drug,
stimulating the release of adrenaline and dopamine. I feel like I can't live without this feeling.

Do I want Bailu… to be fucked by another man? If just being seen by someone else's body can arouse me
this much , then imagining Bailu being pinned down by another man, his hard, dark penis roughly thrusting into
her tender vagina, my beloved wife enduring it, moaning incessantly, finally reaching the peak of pleasure—I can't even
imagine how I would react.

Perhaps another violently erect penis would be the best answer…

I've stepped into a forbidden door, and I hope my beloved wife will accompany me. I might be a selfish
man, but my love for Bailu is undeniable. Perhaps this is how I love her.

Lost in thought, I finally fell into a dark and deep dream. In my dream, my wife's white buttocks seemed to
transform into a butterfly, fluttering lightly before me. Just as I reached out to catch it, I was horrified to discover that my ten
fingers had turned into venomous snakes. Upon closer inspection, I saw that where the snakes' heads should have been, ten glans of
different , flicking their white, cloudy tongues, greedily chasing after my wife's gracefully dancing buttocks…

Over the next few days, I took my wife all over San Francisco: the Golden Gate Bridge, Lombard Street, Fisherman's
Wharf, Chinatown, Golden Gate Park—everywhere we went, my wife's beautiful figure was captured.

My wife insisted on leaving early and returning late every day, avoiding any opportunity to meet him. Although it was a little regrettable,
I thought that there was plenty of time, so I wasn't in a hurry. On our last day before returning to China, I took my wife to
the largest outlet mall in the Bay Area. Not only did I keep my promise and buy Bailu the bag she'd always wanted, but we also
bought several new outfits, all on a sexy scale, at my suggestion. We also bought
a huge amount of lingerie and stockings, until we'd spent our entire year-end bonus ahead of schedule. After these few days of sightseeing and the final shopping
spree, my wife had completely recovered from her previous minor mishap, her gloom and dejection gone. She was holding my
arm, her eyes crinkling into a smile, and seeing her so happy made me happy too.

The week felt like a month. Finally, we were back home, back in
Beijing, where we'd lived and worked since starting university, back in our cozy little nest. After getting married, with
the help and a loan, Bailu and I managed to buy a small two-bedroom apartment near the Third Ring Road. Although it's small,
the community has pleasant greenery and convenient transportation; it
's only a half-hour walk from my wife's workplace, while I drive an hour to work every day, which is quite rare in Beijing!

As the year draws to a close, my wife and I have returned to our daily nine-to-five routine. However, Bailu has been complaining about gaining weight and wanting to lose it because
she ate . Even though she's gained a couple of pounds, she's still
under 100 pounds, but I encourage her to exercise more, since women need some muscle to maintain a beautiful
appearance.

So I got her a membership at a pretty good gym nearby, bought her a full set
of workout clothes—compression pants, a sports bra, running shoes, and a fitness tracker to record her daily
activity . Compression pants are the best way to accentuate a woman's lower body lines. My wife, used to wearing
leotards for ballet, wasn't averse to this tight design. The black composite fabric
tightly , making her buttocks appear even more like plump, ripe peaches. Her sports bra, though
pressing tightly against her breasts, was thin and breathable, allowing glimpses of her nipples. The bra
only reached below her ribs, exposing her firm, smooth abdomen.

I'd seen this kind of outfit many times at the gym and never thought much of it, but I harbored ulterior
motives. Looking at my wife now felt particularly revealing. I couldn't help but fantasize about her running
briskly , her beautiful buttocks jiggling, her long hair in a high ponytail
swaying from side to side, the men around her captivated by her pretty face and slender, well-proportioned figure,
staring her.

Wearing regular underwear under these compression pants will cause friction against the skin during exercise and will
also reveal underwear lines. Using this as an excuse, I replaced all of my wife's underwear with
thinner, sexier styles. The old bras and panties I discarded filled a whole supermarket shopping bag.
I was really struggling with what to do with all of my wife's "used" underwear. Throwing them directly into the trash seemed wasteful, but
I couldn't actually sell them to those used underwear enthusiasts. While I was hesitating, the doorbell rang. It was the familiar delivery guy
delivering a package. As usual, it was clothes my wife had bought on Taobao. I had a sudden idea. After signing for it, I pretended
to be embarrassed and asked the delivery guy to help me throw away the trash. I added that it was just some old clothes, not heavy.

Usually, the delivery guy would bring the trash bag by the door downstairs, and today he readily accepted
the plastic bag I handed him and turned to go downstairs. The delivery guy has been delivering packages in our neighborhood for two or three years,
coming . Every time my wife signs for the package, she always sneaks a peek. A beauty like Bai Lu is something you only
see on TV, so it's no wonder the delivery guy stares at her so intently. I'm sure he'll eventually succumb to his
curiosity and open the plastic bag to see what's inside the "old clothes." The underwear rubs against my wife's vulva every day, getting stained...
The secretions from her upper and lower body tightly clung to her peach-like white buttocks, and her bra was soaked with her body fragrance. The size
tag also revealed her figure. I imagined the delivery guy's expression when he opened the plastic bag and saw the clothes inside,
especially since these clothes were worn by the beautiful young woman he had been fantasizing about. He would definitely treasure them
like precious gems. I wondered what he would think when he saw my wife next time he delivered a package... Maybe next time
I could arrange for my wife to dress more revealingly to open the door... I was lost in endless fantasies...

My wife was completely unaware of my little scheme and still dressed neatly for work every day, except that
her underwear was always the sexy style I had just bought. At first, I felt a little uncomfortable wearing them, but the new underwear was all
high-end, combining beauty and comfort, something no woman who loves beauty could resist. On the
other my wife has a full bottom; her old, conservative underwear, while fitting the waist, would be too small for the hips and
leave visible marks on tight skirts and pants. The new thongs don't have this problem, and my wife has gradually gotten used to the feeling of her
buttocks directly contacting her clothing.

Another change in my wife is that she's become a little more relaxed in bed, no longer passively
receiving Occasionally, she'll tell me about her feelings. Since experiencing the ultimate
pleasure of her G-spot being stimulated by a penis, she has a little anticipation every time we have sex. She's gradually come to enjoy the feeling of actively controlling her
orgasm , and the frequency of our sex life has increased from once a month to about once a week. Unfortunately
, the intense orgasm we had in America has never happened to my wife again, and she has never allowed me to ejaculate inside her without a condom
.

Every time my wife writhes on top of me in the cowgirl position, I'm captivated by her cowgirl-
like allure. When her breasts and buttocks flush and she's about to climax, I deliberately bring up our
past . Although she's busy writhing and moaning, too shy to respond to my verbal stimulation,
her vagina always tightens, and her climax comes faster...

I

know that after experiencing that ultimate climax from being watched by a man, even if she's ashamed to
recall it, she'll subconsciously keep reliving that unprecedented pleasure. This pleasure is always accompanied by
the shame of being exposed to another man's gaze and the fear of feeling wanton. To achieve my
goal , I need to reinforce this connection between climax and shame, establishing a conditioned reflex, while also
giving her a sense of security so she can gradually open up and accept new sexual practices.

Besides verbal stimulation, I also tried filming our lovemaking. My wife initially resisted,
always pushing my phone away, but I assured her it was just for adding spice to our sex life, and learning from
the experience , I guaranteed the photos' safety. She then reluctantly complied.

I started by watching her undress, greedily savoring every detail of her from the phone's camera lens.

Her delicate hands gently unbuttoned each button of her shirt, revealing a thin platinum necklace around her neck, below which was
a black CK front-opening half-cup bra, further emphasizing her snow-white skin.

Her flat, firm abdomen, her black pencil skirt slowly slipping down, revealing low-waisted black stockings, partially
showing through a black bikini bottom. She rolled up the stockings, revealing her snow-white legs one by one.

The camera angle changed; my wife was now pushed down on the bed, a hard penis
protruding , half-pressed against her perineum, which was only covered by a two-finger-wide strip of cloth.

A close-up of her buttocks, full and alluring, with a slight dampness visible at the crotch of her panties. A hand slips into the
frame , half-pulling down her panties, revealing a glimpse of her vulva, her plump labia slightly parted.

Another penis is inserted, this time nestled between her red lips, her cheeks sunken, the shaft almost completely inside.

Bras and underwear are scattered on the bed, next to an opened Okamoto 003 box.

Her beautiful legs are spread wide at 180 degrees, a penis thrusting in and out between her thighs, the image blurred to the point of being
indistinct.

The camera pans upwards, revealing a pair of well-proportioned, white, and round breasts being roughly kneaded, her small, pointed
chin partially exposed.

A close-up of the area where their waists and hips meet—a pool of white, cloudy liquid almost spilling from their lower back, a soft condom lying
on their waist…

I kept savoring the photos accumulating in my phone's album, but I couldn't suppress
the urge . Finally, one night, while my wife was away on a business trip reporting on her research, I inexplicably turned on my computer
and joined a pornographic group. With trembling hands, I uploaded the photos to the group.

These groups were a mixed bag, with real couples, single men outnumbering couples by more than ten, and
scammers who tricked others into providing nude photos under the guise of exchanging pictures. I carefully removed all recognizable details, leaving only
the most naked and lewd flesh.

Shortly after uploading, the icon for the IM software at the bottom of my computer screen started flashing wildly. Clicking on it revealed
messages asking if I needed single men. I could almost smell the strong stench of semen from the internet cable.

This was the result I was happy to see. Although it was impossible to simply offer my wife to a complete stranger,
I still replied to each message, engaging in half-truthful, half-fake conversations, enjoying
the various fantasies in my mind about my wife being enjoyed by others. This guilt, mixed with excitement, burned like a
bonfire in my groin.

Suddenly, my wife's avatar flashed. In that instant, I almost felt that my perverted behavior had been exposed
. I quickly closed all the chat windows except for my wife's, which I clicked on.

"Waaaaah, I'm so ashamed!!"

"Huh? What happened, honey?"

"Why are you asking me! It's all because you insisted on taking those shameful photos. Xiaoyu saw them just now!"

Xiaoyu's full name was Guyu. He was my junior from undergraduate days, in the same major and in the same club, and we'd
always had a good relationship. After graduating with his master's degree this year, I recommended him to interview at the company where my wife worked. Unexpectedly, he was directly
hired into the same department as my wife, with her directly mentoring him.

Gu Yu is from the South. He's not tall, but he's fair-skinned, with delicate features and a eloquent mouth .
Although he's the same age as his wife, he always calls her "Sister Bai" in public and "Sister-in-law" in private, showing a very
close relationship. Gu Yu is quick-witted and has good professional skills, making him highly valued by his department head. This time, his wife
went with her boss and Gu Yu.

"Huh? What's wrong, Xiaoyu? What did you see?" I immediately understood, but still pretended
to be clueless and typed three question marks.

My wife had borrowed my Apple laptop from me because she thought the company-issued laptop was too heavy for her business trip.
It's obvious that Guyu saw the photos synced between the computer and her phone! Her phone is full of nude photos of
her !

My blood rushed to my head. I had just been fantasizing about my wife with a group of anonymous men, and
now her private photos had been seen by a mutual acquaintance!

"Honey, don't rush, tell me slowly. How did he see it? Maybe you're mistaken."

"Waaaah... I just called him out to discuss tomorrow's report. I was using your old laptop
to play the slideshow. Halfway through, my boss called me away. When I came back, I found that many pictures had been opened, and
Xiaoyu was gone... Waaaaah... I can't go to him and ask if you looked through
the photos ... It's all your fault!"

"Which photos were opened? Don't worry, honey, none of them show your face!"

"I'm so embarrassed, I don't care which ones were viewed! Anyway, it's those photos you took a few days ago
... Waaaaah... I... I've been seen naked!"

I thought to myself, it's not like it's the first time I've been seen naked, so I quickly comforted my wife: "Don't worry, none of them
recognize you. Xiaoyu probably thinks these are pornographic photos I downloaded from some random website.
We're all men, we're used to it."

"I don't care, I don't care, it's all your fault! You have to find a way to explain yourself! How am I supposed to face Xiaoyu after this
…"

I readily agreed, and spent a long time trying to calm my wife down. Finally, I made a phone call to get Bailu
to sleep . Back at the computer, I couldn't resist pulling out the last pack of Zhongnanhai cigarettes I'd kept from quitting before our wedding
. I lit one and put it in my mouth, but it tasted like damp old newspapers. My mind was a jumbled mess, a mixture of joy and
sorrow.

After thinking for a while, I stubbed out the cigarette, secretly making a decision
. It seemed I needed to accelerate my wife-cultivation process.

Although I enjoyed sharing photos of my wife, the stimulation felt dry and
weak , like the stale smoke I'd just inhaled. I wanted something more intense, more dangerous, more reckless
—something like strong liquor, something like marijuana,… even something as addictive as opium…

My brain was completely dominated by lust.

It was Guyu!

(To be continued)

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