A wife who trusts too much

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Sometimes, even if you don't want to believe it's reality, it is reality nonetheless. Huiyun and Pan Jiale
did have an affair. Although I don't believe what Hao Ge said is true, and I don't want Huiyun to have actually
cheated on him with him in Hong Kong, it's undeniable and an
ironclad .

If she hadn't done anything wrong to me, why would she do that? It's obvious that before she came back with me
, after we started dating, and even after we got married, she might have maintained a connection with Pan Jiale,
or even had a physical relationship with him… Thinking about this, I dared not think any further.

But people are often strange creatures; even when they have a very uncomfortable feeling in their hearts,
they keep thinking about their wife's infidelity. I don't know if my cuckoldry has reached its extreme
, but since learning the secret of Huiyun's blog, I've been constantly looking at their
photos Although I only saw them kissing at the pool and didn't actually witness their affair, just
based on the photos on her blog and the pool affair, plus a little bit of my own fantasies,
the whole scene of them having sex keeps flashing through my mind.

Because Huiyun went to Shanghai on business, she didn't seem to take many clothes with her. Every time I look at her blog,
I get very aroused, and I can easily find a whole bunch of Huiyun's underwear in the closet for masturbation
. All the underwear in her house is very sexy, the kind that has little fabric but isn't revealing.

The reason Huiyun likes it is entirely because of me; these underwear evoke many
memories between Huiyun and me.

I remember when she was in college, not only were her bra styles outdated, but her clothing was also completely
out of fashion at the time, and she wore so many layers that there was absolutely no room for imagination.
Later, she listened to my advice and started losing weight, and through her own efforts, her figure became completely different. However,
without good clothing, she couldn't show off her assets, after all, she was used to her old-fashioned, homebody lifestyle.

Since the body can change 180 degrees, as long as you're willing to work hard, your personality can change too.
So I encouraged her to date some girls who dressed more fashionably. As the saying goes, "one is influenced
by one's company," and after a period of time, Huiyun, after researching online and consulting with her female friends,
finally completely changed her taste, and her clothing style made even me feel a little ashamed.

Huiyun's clothes started to include low-cut tops and midriffs, and every time we video-chatted, her clothing
became increasingly daring; only by wearing these outer garments could Huiyun's feminine curves be shown. Unfortunately,
her change might not have been entirely because of me, but because at that time, she was already
with , and she changed herself to please him, even to the point of
doing things that are taboo only between boyfriends and girlfriends, or even husbands and wives.

But even though her outer clothes changed, her underwear was still that kind of old-fashioned lingerie. The first time I saw Huiyun
's underwear was on the night of her wedding. Huiyun, wearing her outer clothes, was indeed very charming,
but seeing that kind of old-fashioned underwear, I couldn't help but feel quite helpless.

As we all know, underwear is more likely to arouse men's desire for women than outer clothes. Just like food,
if it only has color and aroma, but lacks the most important thing, taste, then the food will not arouse anyone's appetite.
Although Huiyun had begun to accept, and even somewhat like, those outer clothes, she still strongly resisted those
sexy underwear. Every time we passed by the women's underwear department, I would encourage her to buy some, but she would always stop
and say that she was afraid of being embarrassed to ask the sales clerk for some.

From then on, I began to subtly hint at how women can arouse male desire. At first, she was
n't keen, but after several attempts, perhaps her resolve began to waver.

In my memory, the first time Huiyun bought sexy lingerie, she was incredibly nervous, barely uttering
a word, her hands constantly clasped together, just pointing at the lingerie without specifying which one,
causing the sales clerk to bring out several pieces that weren't suitable. After finally choosing, she worried about being too revealing and tried them on countless times in the fitting room
. The sales clerk and I couldn't help but sigh; thankfully, she eventually bought one.

Recalling that embarrassing experience, when Huiyun came to me after buying the lingerie, I stroked her flushed
face , sensing her embarrassment and helplessness from her expression. Now, Huiyun
wouldn't need me to accompany her at all, and she wouldn't even want me to go shopping with her, because that way she could
go with her friends and give me endless surprises.

But, I wonder if Huiyun still has feelings for me now? I fantasized that her trip to Shanghai
wasn't for business at all, but rather an excuse to meet Pan Jiale. Every time I thought of this, I would pick up Huiyun
's underwear, close my eyes, and roughly squeeze the bra and panties onto my penis, masturbating while imagining
it .

Masturbating too much is indeed harmful, but Huiyun had been gone for so long, and I couldn't help but
constantly imagine her cheating. Thus, without realizing it, I developed
the "bad" habit of masturbating with Huiyun's underwear every day.

Two days later, I discovered that Huiyun's English blog had been updated. The update wasn't a picture, but
an article. However, it only contained the content, not a title, and the content was written in Chinese:

"I've finished my work tonight, and luckily I still have a little time to write something. I
've been on a business trip to Shanghai for a week now, and so far, everything is going smoothly. If this work continues to go
very well, I think I can go back soon, which would be wonderful.

I wonder if I'm homesick? I've found that I miss my husband and Qixing a lot since I left home.

I wonder what my husband and Qixing have been doing these past few days? The weather has been very cold lately; it's been
snowing .

I really hope that my lovely husband takes good care of himself at night while I'm away, and doesn't
keep kicking off the covers.

As for Qixing, Mom misses you so much. I wonder if you've been behaving well and listening to Grandpa and Grandma? I wonder if
you've been causing them any trouble? When I get back, I really want to hold you every night
while we sleep ..."

I was surprised to find that she used her real name for everything she wrote this time. However, I figured the majority of people on this blog were
foreigners who couldn't understand Chinese, which would allow Huiyun to
express . But she never imagined that I would
secretly access her blog using the cookies she hadn't deleted from my computer, peeking at every word she wrote.

After reading this, a sweet feeling welled up inside me. It turned out that Qixing and I
held an irreplaceable place in Huiyun's heart. But when she mentioned me and how I would kick off
the covers, she couldn't help but feel quite embarrassed. I hadn't realized that in her eyes, I was still just
a big kid. But this was just the beginning, and I continued reading with great curiosity.

The following content was mostly about interesting things that happened in Shanghai, or some personal
reflections. She wrote two pages at a time; I hadn't realized how much she longed for other places or travel. I
thought there was nothing left to interest me, but just as I was about to close the browser,
I noticed that there was still a section at the end of the article that wasn't about Shanghai.

"Lately, I keep thinking about someone. I know I shouldn't think
about , but I can't control myself, and I can't deceive myself. I know I'm letting my husband down.

I don't know if it's because of what happened with him in Hong Kong, but ever since then, my body has become a bit
sensitive. For the past few days, I've been thinking about him unintentionally while working. I don't know if this feeling is
called missing someone.

Husband, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I know I shouldn't think about him, but
I really can't stop thinking about him. I wonder if my husband will call me a bad woman if he finds out?

I've already typed so many words without realizing it. I really need someone to comfort me now, but my
husband isn't here, and neither is he. I can't even be loved. There's nothing I can do but finish writing and take care of myself.
I wanted to continue writing, but I have work tomorrow, so I'll have to leave it all for tomorrow. After I'm done,
I'll go to sleep..."

Reading this, I realized that Huiyun was actually more slutty than I had imagined. Before, she
seemed a bit conservative when we made love in our room. Now it seems that after finishing writing, she probably planned to
masturbate . I had never known she had developed a masturbation habit, nor had I ever seen her masturbate.

It seems her change wasn't entirely my doing; clearly,
Pan Jiale . Seeing my wife being "trained" like this by another man rekindled my desires. I
had just masturbated, and now, seeing this article, I needed to prepare another tissue…

The next night, around 10 PM, I checked Huiyun's blog as usual to see if it had been
updated. Huiyun didn't disappoint; she quickly wrote a second article. At this point, I
clicked the link to the article while taking off my underwear, tissue in hand.

It seemed this article wasn't shorter than the last, but this time it finally had a title:
"Shy Memories." This title was very intriguing; I wondered if Huiyun was intentionally bringing up
the last trip to Hong Kong or the swimming pool?

"There were just too many coincidences. When I saw Lele at the station, I thought
I was seeing the wrong person. For some reason, I suddenly couldn't control my body and went up to him. I
was afraid my husband would suspect me, so I was careful about my words and actions, making sure he didn't know I was
being .

I knew he still had feelings for me, but I thought he didn't know my husband was there. If it were before
, he would have come over and hugged me immediately.
What if he actually did come over and hug me? So I kept giving him meaningful glances.

Unexpectedly, even though my glances were ambiguous, he actually slowed down and
kept a certain distance from me after he came over." He pretended to exchange a few pleasantries with me and even admitted that
we had only met a few times. His cooperation truly delighted me; I wonder if this is what they call telepathy
…”

Reading this, my hand began to stroke my penis faster, especially when I saw Huiyun
call Pan Jiale “Lele” and heard the phrase “telepathy,” my excitement grew.
Suddenly , I felt an urge to ejaculate, but I calmed myself and immediately stopped stroking
. If I ejaculated, I probably wouldn't be in the mood to continue reading.

“When it was time to board the train, I was supposed to board with my husband, but I chose to board
alone . I did this because I didn't want to walk with Lele; I was afraid that if I got close to
his chest again, I would lose myself. But when I felt his breathing behind me, I
realized my thinking was completely wrong.

Although the train was crowded, the distance between people wasn't so great that they had to be glued together, but
Lele deliberately pressed himself against me from behind, and that closeness went beyond the distance of someone who had only met a few times.” What surprised me most
was that he whispered from behind that I still smelled as good as ever. Before I could react, he
picked me up. When I came to my senses, I realized that a piece of luggage had fallen from the roof of the car, and he
had caught me to protect me.

My heart was pounding as he held me, and I hoped my
husband hadn't seen it. To be honest, I wish my husband had half his physique. Oh no, I've
talked about other men behind my husband's back again.

I noticed he seemed to have hurt his arm, and for some reason, I felt a pang of sympathy when I saw it.

At that moment, the old man genuinely misunderstood us as a couple and kept apologizing. I
should have clarified the matter, but for some reason, I didn't. I felt a
strange, exciting feeling instead. I wonder if my husband heard what the old man said? Husband, I'm
sorry again…”

The next part was about arriving in Hong Kong and her feelings when she heard about Hao Ge's wife
. I continued reading.

"That night, I planned to make love with my husband because I didn't want to think about Lele anymore. But then, by
sheer coincidence , Lele walked in without knocking. I was completely naked!
He'd never seen my body before we started dating; I just wanted to give myself to him. I never
expected him to see me like that! It was so embarrassing!

I had to hide in the bathroom, turn the shower on full blast, and wash myself to calm down. When I
came out, Lele was gone, and my husband, with a sudden burst of energy, started having sex with me.
It wasn't like he'd ever done it before; it was a pleasure I'd never experienced before.
It felt so good.

And for some reason, he called me Emily before he climaxed. My husband never
knew my English name, only..." Lele knew my English name, so
I was genuinely surprised when he called me Emily. Because he called me that, I thought it would spark my imagination, which is why
I blurted it out, imagining the man behind it was Lele. I never expected that my husband's face
would turn ashen the moment I said it.

I regretted saying such a thoughtless thing. I know men are proud
creatures; wasn't this tantamount to making him a cuckold? Where would his pride be? At that moment, I was
truly afraid of losing my husband! From that moment on, I told myself I couldn't think about him…”

After reading this, I couldn't hold back any longer. I immediately stood up, and to avoid ejaculating on the screen, I deliberately
bent over , and my semen immediately gushed from my penis onto the keyboard, making it sticky. But
the original text didn't end there; there was a long paragraph afterward.

"The next day, after what happened last night, my eyes were red and swollen from crying,
and they felt a little uncomfortable when I woke up in the morning. When we went downstairs for breakfast, I noticed Lele was staring at me, but I
deliberately avoided making eye contact with him." I wanted to prove to myself that my husband was still the most important person in my heart.

While shopping with them, I deliberately bought extra clothes and shoes to distract myself from him,
buying whatever looked pretty, but it cost my husband's wallet. Husband, will you feel sorry for me? As for the night at the bar
, I drank a lot, so my memory is a bit hazy. Then my husband suddenly said he was leaving to
see his friend Zijian. For some reason, I suddenly felt scared, afraid that my husband was
having an affair because of me.

Maybe because I drank too much, my head started to hurt, and then my memory went blank. When I
woke up, I found myself in my room. I didn't know who brought me back, but
my husband's luggage was missing, and I couldn't see him around, so I realized he had already gone home.

I checked the time; it was past 2 a.m. My instinct was to wash my face. Suddenly
, I heard a knock on the door. I opened it and saw Lele standing there in shorts and a t-shirt. He immediately grabbed my hands
. I didn't know what was happening; I just wanted to resist, but I was too weak. After struggling
for a while, he pushed me away. I went into the room.

Unexpectedly, once inside, he pinned me to the bed and began to kiss me forcefully. I found that the more I resisted, the stronger he
became I'm not very strong to begin with, and having just drunk alcohol, I was a bit weak. I quickly
ran out of strength to resist and could only let him continue kissing me.

Although it was a forceful kiss, I could feel that his kiss wasn't harsh at all; on the contrary, it was very gentle. His
lips were soft, unlike my husband's thick ones, and unlike my husband, he didn't breathe heavily when he kissed me; his breathing
was very calm. Whether before or now, I always felt that kissing him was better than kissing my husband. He seemed to be enjoying himself, so I
instinctively stuck out my tongue to meet his. Honey, will you mind if I compare you to him?

After a while, his lips finally parted from mine. I thought he would stop there,
but perhaps he had drunk quite a bit, because he wasn't his usual self. He quickly took off
all his clothes, revealing himself completely to me.

Honey, when his body was fully exposed before me, do you know what I was thinking?

I felt my face burning because I had never seen anything as thick and hard as Lele's before. His
penis was erect and throbbing, the rhythm exactly matching my heartbeat. Looking closely,
although it wasn't as white as my husband's, it looked very firm, with prominent veins. I
naturally felt that my husband wasn't even a quarter of his size.

Husband, his penis was truly torturous! He placed my hand on it, and I could
feel a rhythmic throbbing, and it was incredibly warm, growing larger and larger in my hand
until it seemed my hand could barely contain it.

I didn't know what he meant. Although I was indeed very excited from touching his penis
, I was still somewhat conscious, and I knew that if I didn't make him feel good, he might
do something else. So I had no choice but to actively stroke his penis up and down. I

don't know how much time passed, but my hand was tired, and no matter what I did, it seemed... He showed no
sign of ejaculating. Normally, if I helped my husband, he would have ejaculated long ago. Although he looked quite
ecstatic , his penis remained perfectly erect. Waaah… Husband, Lele's penis is just
too horrible.

I was exhausted, so I switched to my other hand, but then he shoved his penis into my
mouth. I really hate having my mouth touched by a man's penis; it's disgusting, but I
had no choice, I had absolutely no strength. He lifted my chin, puffed out my cheeks, and thrust his penis
into my mouth. I almost threw up!

I thought men's penises all smelled terrible, but his didn't seem as strong as my husband's,
so I didn't feel particularly uncomfortable. It was my first time having a man's penis in my mouth! As for the feeling, even
now, thinking about it makes me feel nauseous, but the feeling was definitely novel. For some reason, my heart starts racing every time I think about his penis
.

Husband, can a man's penis grow like a woman's breasts? I don't ask for much, I just hope…
"Your penis can be enlarged. If it were even half the size of his, I'd be perfectly satisfied."

Because it was my first time, I didn't know how to make him climax quickly. I had secretly
watched some adult films behind my husband's back, and I vaguely remembered that women need some technique when oral sex,
so I tried to imitate it. I kept licking the head of his penis with my tongue, and after a while, he
became very fast, and soon pulled out of my mouth. Thick, fishy-smelling white
semen shot onto my face with great force, even stinging a little!

Soon my hair and eyebrows were stuck together, and my nose and mouth were covered in it, making it
difficult to breathe. I thought he would finish after a few thrusts, but he didn't stop during ejaculation, continuing to
shoot. Instinctively, I used my hands to block it, afraid he would spray it on the sheets or other things. Because of this,
my hands also got quite a bit on them.

At this point, I couldn't open my eyes, and because of this, I couldn't touch anything else, so I had to stumble
into the bathroom. After washing, to my surprise, I found
some of the stale liquid from my face and hands still remaining in the sink. I couldn't imagine
what it would feel like if he penetrated me and ejaculated inside me.

I remember clearly that on the third night, we went to Ocean Park. We arrived quite late, and there
weren't many things to do. We missed the dolphin show that everyone had planned to see. Ocean Park had a summer haunted house theme that
night , with several haunted houses. I had originally planned to
go in with some female teachers, but they all had boyfriends or husbands, and my husband was somewhere,
seeing who-knows-who. Husband, husband, why aren't you here when I want you?

Just as I was about to leave, I saw Lele come over and
apologize . Although I was initially disgusted, I didn't actually blame him. However, the
crowd was growing, and the noise was getting louder, so we had to go to a quieter, less
brightly lit place.

He kept explaining that his rude behavior the night before was entirely due to drinking
too much it was alcohol that drove him to do it, and he promised it wouldn't happen again. Because we were near the bushes,
and everyone was heading towards the haunted house, there was no one around. Suddenly, I felt like someone tapped me on the back.
In the absence of streetlights, I felt a chill run down my spine. In a panic, I instinctively
grabbed the person in front of me.

My mind was filled with thoughts of my husband, but when I came to my senses, I realized I
wasn't hugging him, but Lele. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. Looking up at the man I
once loved, I suddenly felt a pang of sadness. Why did other women have husbands by their side, while I was
all alone?

I didn't want to think about it anymore, so Lele and I kissed each other passionately. After kissing for a while,
his hands became restless, roaming over my body. His caresses were completely different from my husband's. I
could feel that although his palms were large, it didn't affect the tactile sensation, especially when he
touched my breasts through my bra and pinched my nipples. I felt an unprecedented, incredibly
comfortable feeling, something I had never experienced since marrying my husband.

We were completely absorbed in the moment when his phone rang, reminding us that we had missed
our meeting time. Back at the hotel, after Hao Ge fell asleep, he came over and continued
what we hadn't finished. We kissed and caressed each other, our desire igniting. We figured it
would best to do it in bed, so Lele and I went to the bed and took the initiative to undress each other.

Once we were both completely naked, I guess it was the first time he had seen my naked body so closely. I
wonder he'd get a nosebleed afterwards? He gently sucked on my nipple, and the feeling was
strange and novel. My husband had never done this to me before, and I gradually began
to enjoy it.

Soon, I felt myself getting wet, and he touched me, knowing it was time to enter.
The largest was a large size, so I had him put on the one I had brought. I could see he was
having a hard time putting it on because even the large size wasn't quite right for his huge penis. After he put it on, he kept
rubbing it against my vaginal opening. To be honest, his rubbing felt very different from my husband's. My husband's
was too small ; his touch quickly made me very wet, and I didn't know what to do.

Waaah... Husband, I'm so sorry! I've said so many bad things about you already. If you saw this
, you would definitely be angry, maybe even want to divorce me!

When he penetrated me, it was the first time I felt how big his penis was. I kept thinking that
something so big would definitely tear my vagina. I used to think that my husband's penis was the only size for men, but now that I've tried
another man's penis, I feel like I was a frog in a well.

When he was fully inside me, he didn't move at all, leaving his penis inside me. I
could clearly feel it pounding inside me, so even without my hands on
Lele's chest, I could clearly feel how fast his heart was beating. A
feeling of fullness I had never experienced before followed. I clearly remember gripping his arm tightly at that moment.

After a few minutes, he started thrusting, one hand pressing against my breast, the other hand
clasping mine together. I closed my eyes, enjoying the pleasure this man, who wasn't my husband, was giving me.
Perhaps it was the ample foreplay, or the thrill of the affair, or maybe his penis was just too thick, but
I soon reached orgasm with his thrusting.

Afterwards, we tried many different positions, unlike my husband who always seemed to prefer only one or two.
Every position we did with him was new and special, and most importantly, it was all a first for me, so it was all very exciting.

I remember glancing at my watch; we'd been at it for forty-five minutes. After a while, he started to
speed up, and I knew he was about to climax, so I hugged him tightly, hoping to make him climax painfully.
Quickly. Just as he ejaculated, I could feel his penis incredibly warm and constantly
expanding . Even though there was a thin membrane between us, the fluid he ejaculated was incredibly stimulating. Just
like last night, the force was many times stronger than my husband's. I was genuinely worried that
he might have broken the condom.

During ejaculation, unlike my husband who remained still for a few seconds, he ejaculated powerfully with each withdrawal and
insertion . He ejaculated for a full minute before stopping, but
he didn't immediately withdraw. Instead, he left his penis inside my vagina, and my vaginal walls could feel his
penis still throbbing inside me while I could continue to feel
the heat . As for my husband ejaculating without a condom, the heat wasn't as intense as when Lele ejaculated with one.

Naturally, I crossed my legs behind him. Psychologically, I could feel that his still-erect
penis could penetrate even deeper, and personally, I found it very comfortable. A few minutes later, he
slowly pulled out. Even though he'd ejaculated once yesterday, and quite a lot,
I was still astonished by the amount inside the condom—more than my husband had done in five times!

I experienced multiple orgasms throughout the entire process. Making love with him truly allows me to reach
levels I can't with my husband; he can reach places he's never reached. I think I've unknowingly
become infatuated with him again. But afterward, I was still thinking about him, my husband; after all, you're still my beloved.

A month later, I started feeling nauseous and
had
chest tightness. I was worried that I might have gotten pregnant from making love with Lele at the hotel, so I quickly bought a pregnancy test. I was about to take the test in the bathroom when my husband came home. I panicked and dropped the test into the toilet.

To avoid letting him know I'd taken the test, I hastily threw it in the trash.

That night, my husband asked me about the pregnancy test, which gave me a huge fright! I
didn't know how to answer for a moment. Luckily, I remembered that I had sex with my husband in Hong Kong without
a condom I told him it might have been that time. He seemed to cheer up after hearing that, but the more he did,
the more worried I became.

Just in case, I went to the hospital for a checkup. It turned out to be a misunderstanding; the doctor said I had been having stomach
problems , which was why I felt this way. Thank goodness! I had been so worried! If I were really pregnant and my husband found
out, he would definitely make me give birth.
What if I gave birth to a child who looked like Lele instead of my husband?

Looking at the time, I realized I had written quite a lot today. Looking back at my diary entries, I wondered if I had gone too far
with my self-talk . I felt really sleepy, so I went to bed. I hope my husband
is doing well over there.

The article is now complete. And clearly, looking at this
confession , I've already ejaculated for the third time, but this time it was a dry ejaculation. Basically, the first two times I'd already released all my essence;
this time, besides the sensation, only a little bit of fluid came out—it couldn't even be called semen.
This 've masturbated three times in one day, and each time it was in a state of extreme excitement.

Huiyun, through her blog, kept apologizing to me, but she and Pan Jiale did many
things I'd never done with Huiyun before, like oral sex. Huiyun is terrified of oral sex, but I never imagined that
under the influence of alcohol, she would give Pan Jiale oral sex—something even I've never experienced.

After the excitement subsided, thinking about it now makes me feel very negative. It turns out that in Huiyun's mind, our
sex life is so vastly different. Now, thinking about her telling me to get penis enlargement, I feel not only
heartbroken but also incredibly angry. In a fit of rage, I slapped my limp
, wrinkled penis a few times. Although it hurt a lot, the physical damage was
nothing . Huiyun, my wife, am I really not right for you?

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