My husband and I have a unique way of making friends.

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After a few years of marriage, our sex life became quite mundane. Sometimes, when I didn't want it, I would moan a few times to please him, letting him do it to me until I came. If it weren't for my husband's cuckoldry complex, we might have continued like this. I first discovered my husband's infidelity one night. He came home drunk, almost asleep, and woke me up when he wanted to. I wasn't interested, so I just moaned a few times to appease him. He was very persistent after drinking, and even though I was starting to feel pain, he still wouldn't ejaculate. I told him to hurry up, and he asked me to tell him something exciting. I said, "What's exciting?" He said, "Tell me how other men have done you before." I was shocked; he had never been so rough before. I knew I wasn't a virgin before we got married, but he hadn't asked much. This time, I thought he was just drunk, so I ignored him. He pulled me to a different position, making me lie face down, and he penetrated me from behind. Seeing that I didn't speak, he continued to ask, "Did they hold your ass and penetrate you like this?" I felt uncomfortable listening to him and ignored him. He continued to say some offensive things, and I started crying while we were doing it. My face was down, and he didn't notice and continued talking, as if talking about these things aroused him. He ejaculated not long after. I wanted to get angry, but he went to sleep as soon as he finished, not giving me a chance to lash out. The next day, I was too embarrassed to bring up what happened yesterday, and he was away on a business trip that day, so he escaped unscathed. When he came back from his business trip, he wanted it again that night. He turned on the bedroom wall lamp, making it quite romantic. I lay on my side, and he held me and did it from behind. To be honest, I used to like this position, but my husband's penis isn't long, so it was very shallow. I told him that it wasn't satisfying to do it like this and asked him to change positions so that it would go deeper. My husband said, "Honey, then you should find a man with a long penis to do you. I agree to let you go out a few times occasionally." When I heard that, I thought, "Here we go again. I didn't have a chance to argue with you the other day because you were drunk. Are you looking down on me for not being a virgin when we got married?" I immediately wanted to explode and quit, but my husband seemed to know my reaction. He held me down tightly from behind, and I couldn't break free no matter how hard I struggled. While venting his lust, he continued to say that he liked me being with other men, and other such vulgarities. After we finished, I confronted him, and he introduced me to a term for the first time: "cuckoldry." He told me that many people have it, but I didn't believe him and thought he was perverted. He said he often fantasized that I would sneak home with other men while he was away on business trips and ravage me in our bed. He also often fantasized that other men were penetrating me during sex. No matter what he said, I called him a pervert and insisted that family stability was above all else, telling him to go to hell with all his nonsense. That night, neither of us could convince the other, and we went to sleep sullenly. Later, he would say the same thing every time we made love, as if only in this way could he get aroused. Actually, I had several boyfriends before marrying my husband, and also a lover who was ten years older than me. We still kept in touch occasionally after marriage. I talked about my husband with this guy online, and he agreed with me that my husband was a pervert. So whenever my husband brought it up, I didn't argue and just called him a pervert. But after hearing it so many times, it wasn't so jarring or offensive anymore. Sometimes, seeing him aroused, I would even play along a little. At the beginning of this year, I forgot what happened, but I was in a good mood and wanted to have sex that night. I was wearing my pajamas and hugging my husband, saying sweetly, "Little sister wants to be fucked." I saw my husband's eyes light up. He put his hand inside my clothes and touched me, saying, "Which man do you want to be fucked?" I pressed my finger against his head and said, "Of course, this one." He put his finger on my genitals and asked, "Are other men okay?" I said, "A big one is fine." He was very excited and kissed and nibbled at me. It had been a long time since I had this kind of passion, but it wasn't good either. He was too excited and ejaculated very quickly. I wasn't done yet, and before he could finish, he climbed on top of me and asked which of my ex-boyfriends I had the best sex with, and whether I was allowed to contact them. I asked if he wasn't jealous, and he said that since we'd already done it all, it wouldn't hurt to let me have a few more pleasures. I just can't understand why a man would let his wife have sex with someone else; he doesn't get anything out of it. But after being influenced by my husband like this for so long, although I felt it was shameful, I didn't find it too disgusting. I told him I couldn't find him and hadn't contacted him in a long time. My husband asked me how this boyfriend had made me feel good. At this point, I had my back to him, and he was holding me. I said I liked this position when he penetrated me; his penis was long, and this position allowed him to penetrate quite deeply. This piqued my husband's interest, and I could clearly feel him getting hard again. He penetrated me from behind, asking me how other men had done it to me. Later, he asked me these questions every time we had sex, and it became my essential love talk. He also learned more and more about my contact with my ex-boyfriend. I met him the year I graduated from university. Strictly speaking, it was a romantic encounter. I had just broken up with my boyfriend and was in a bad mood. He was in his 30s and I was 22. My ex-boyfriend was so immature that I had lost faith in younger men, but I was very attracted to mature older men. Although I knew he was married, I still slept with him. Perhaps because there was no mutual responsibility, I had fewer demands on him, which made it last longer. We've been together on and off until now, breaking up a few times each time. I was determined to be a good woman, but I couldn't hold on for various reasons. He's a good man with a dark complexion, which is my type. Before I got married, I went to his city to see him, hoping to break up with him so we wouldn't interfere with each other's lives. He frankly agreed, thanked me for my companionship over the years, and told me to contact him if I needed anything. We haven't seen each other for a long time, but we haven't completely lost contact. We have each other's phone numbers, and later, after we got WeChat, we added each other. Once, when I was having sex with my husband, I pointed to his profile picture on WeChat and told him it was him. My husband asked me to send him a voice message, and I sent it with "Are you asleep?" My husband continued making love to me, and I replied that I hadn't heard anything yet. He took the phone and continued. After a while, I heard another text message. I picked it up and saw that my husband had secretly sent him the sounds of me moaning. He asked what I was doing. He told me to say I was masturbating. I didn't say anything. So he texted me, saying I was masturbating and missed him. He replied that he missed me too. And obviously, my sounds aroused him; he even said things like he wanted to kiss my breasts and buttocks. My husband got even more excited after reading that, and he thrust into me hard, then took pictures of my buttocks and breasts and sent them to him. I also have a bit of a perverted fetish for being spied on, and I was quite aroused, so I didn't stop him too much. After we finished, I quickly turned off my phone, afraid he would call. But the next day when I went to work, he still called and asked what happened last night, saying he seemed particularly horny. I couldn't say that my husband was the one who did it, so I could only say that he wasn't home and I wanted it myself. He said he wanted to come see me, but I said no. That night, my husband wanted it again, so I sent him a voice message. We flirted while we were having sex, and he typed out what I wouldn't say. My husband told me to tell him I wanted his big cock inside me, but I wouldn't. He said he'd tell him via voice message, but I refused. I was forced to say it, and it was really exciting. I felt like I was having sex with two people all night. Later, the man said he wanted to come see me. I wanted to stop him, but my husband kept begging me to let him come. I told him to decide, and he texted me to let him come when he was free. A few days later, the man called and said he'd arrive that evening, asking if I was free. I was a little hesitant and said I wasn't sure, we'd arrange it later. When I got home that night, I told my husband the man was coming, but I didn't want to see him. My husband still wanted me to go; it seems he won't be satisfied until he's sold me out. The man lived in a nearby city, about an hour's drive away, and he was coming after get off work. My husband offered to drive me to a hotel, but I refused, feeling a bit guilty. I took a taxi myself. The meeting with the older man went smoothly. We were already quite familiar with each other, understanding each other's needs and being considerate of each other's feelings. It had been a long time since we'd seen each other, and there was a strange, exciting feeling. We impatiently tore off each other's clothes on the bed as quickly as possible, skipping gentle foreplay and going straight to the point. He let out a deep, beast-like growl, wantonly kneading and caressing...He pounded my body. I lay down, offering my most vulnerable parts to his hardness. He seemed to want to shatter me. His enormous lower body gave me a long-lost feeling of fullness. Our joined parts were a mess of pubic hair and vaginal fluid. Every nerve and muscle in my body tensed up, feeling and welcoming his invasion. Every inch of my skin longed for his care. I thrust my chest forward, using my breasts to tease his dark body, trying to kiss him with my lips, but I could only reach his neck, tasting the salty smell of his slight sweat. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I had once belonged only to him, but now I was back to my rightful owner. My body felt like a lost puppy finding its master, desperately trying to please him. Every thrust he made filled me with immense pleasure, and every caress he gave me elicited joyful responses from my body. The room was filled with our heavy breathing and the crisp sounds of our bodies colliding. His low growls made me moan uncontrollably, like a nightingale dying out. During my climax, I felt like I was suffocating, then instantly recovered and willingly continued to enjoy the onslaught. The hotel corridor echoed with the clatter of women's high heels and laughter. I couldn't care less what they thought, whether they heard a young woman enjoying physical pleasure with a man other than her husband. At this moment, I belonged only to him. The continuous orgasms overwhelmed me, and I even questioned what I had been holding onto all these years. His thrusts shattered my values in an instant. Why did I suffer while he was emotionally exhausted? Pleasant moments always pass quickly. His heat made me dizzy. After the passion subsided, I continued to experience the fullness he gave me. Although not as firm as before, it was still incredibly full. For the first time, I satisfied my husband's desires, and I satisfied myself as well.

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