The Difficult Experience of Cuckolding (Part 17)

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The next morning, I was woken by a stinging sensation in my nose. Opening my eyes, I saw my wife lying beside me, brushing a strand of her hair back and forth under my nose.

I was both annoyed and amused, and was about to say something when another sharp sneeze hit my nose, followed by a loud sneeze. "You're awake, lazybones," my wife said playfully.

"What time is it?" I was still a little groggy; I was really tired from last night.

"It's almost 8 o'clock. Don't sleep, get up." "Okay." I shook my head, climbed out of bed, and groggily made my way to the bathroom. As soon as I entered, I was startled by the sheet on the washing machine.

"Shouldn't it be on the side? How did it get here? Did my wife find out what happened yesterday?" I wondered. In a few quick movements, I finished my personal hygiene and turned back to the bedroom.

"Honey, are you going to do laundry?" I asked her casually.

"You're one to talk! How many times did you do it last night? Even the single..." My wife's face involuntarily turned red as she spoke.

"Hehe..." I didn't know what to say, nor did I know if my wife had discovered my secret. I could only laugh awkwardly and try to get away with it.

"But...?" A strange expression appeared on my wife's face again. "But why did I sleep so soundly yesterday? I think I felt like we did it twice in my dream.

When I woke up this morning, if it weren't for the feeling that something was wrong with my body, and the stains on the sheets on the floor, I would have really thought it was a dream. How could I have slept so soundly?"

"Oh dear," I quickly explained, "There was some sedative in your IV drip yesterday. You haven't been sleeping well lately, and you also have a bit of a cold, so I asked Lao Zhang to add some to your medicine. Plus, you were tired from shopping yesterday, so naturally you slept soundly."

"You naughty husband, you stinky husband," my wife scolded, while playfully punching my arm. "You always take advantage of my sleep to mess with me. When I woke up this morning, my whole body was sore, it was so annoying."

"Who told you to look like Sleeping Beauty? Of course, your husband can't resist that temptation." Hearing that my wife didn't seem to have missed anything, I relaxed and started teasing her.

We fooled around on the bed for a while, then checked the time and saw that it was almost time. We lazily got dressed and started grooming ourselves.

By the time everything was ready, it was almost time for work. We went to the dining room, where my wife quickly prepared a simple breakfast, while I went to the guest room to wake my brother.

After he finished getting ready, the breakfast was ready too. Seeing him come in, my wife casually said, "Brother, sit down, come and have breakfast with us." It was just a simple sentence, but my brother turned his face away somewhat embarrassedly.

It seemed like he was blushing at the sight of my wife. Strangely, my wife's face also seemed to turn slightly red, but she quickly returned to normal.

Actually, the meal was a bit tense. My brother probably hadn't let go of his burdens, so he was always hesitant to speak to my wife. He kept his head down while eating. I didn't say anything either, afraid that my wife would notice any slip-up in my words. Finally, we finished the meal. My wife pushed aside her bowl and chopsticks and stood up. "Honey, I'm going to work. Brother, take your time eating."

"Okay," my brother and I replied simultaneously. I turned my face to the side so my wife could kiss my cheek, and then she hurriedly left.

After my wife left, my brother seemed even more awkward. He took a few bites of his food haphazardly, then pushed his bowl away and said to me, "Hey, people from my work unit are here. I won't be staying here for the next few days. I have to work during the day, and I need to discuss the project proposal with my colleagues at night." I knew this was just an excuse; he still found it hard to accept my absurd actions. Even though he was already on the boat, he still couldn't process this kind of infidelity.

"Okay, then you go ahead and do your work. Come stay at home for a few days after you're done. It's not easy for you to come all this way, so stay a few more days," I said to my brother. Actually, this was for the best. Let him adjust first. Rushing things might not be as effective. Besides, these few days would also allow my brother to rest and recuperate, and accumulate some experience.

According to medical experience, conceiving naturally every few days increases the chances of a woman getting pregnant naturally.

My older brother breathed a sigh of relief, said a few more meaningless pleasantries, and hurriedly left. The house fell silent. I slowly shuffled out of my chair, strolled into the living room, and collapsed onto the sofa. Thoughts that had been building up for so long began to surface.

Even now, I'm still confused about whether what I did was right or wrong. Although I keep telling myself that my actions are for my wife and me's future,

this self-hypnosis hasn't completely put me at ease. After all, it's always my wife who's hurt.

"Do I really love my wife?" I asked myself honestly. "Of course," I immediately answered myself.

"But…but…" For some reason, my heart began to waver again. Suddenly, I felt incredibly despicable for repeatedly giving my wife away to others just to have a child.

My mental pressure grew, and I began to regret it. To be honest, I never thought I could be such a selfish person.

For so long, I've been imposing my own ideas on my wife. I seem to have never considered what she would think.

Admittedly, she likes children just like me, but would she accept my absurd actions? Are these the actions of a man who claims to love his wife?

And putting my wife aside, my recent behavior feels like a dream. I've been cheated on. I shook my head with a bitter smile. Incredibly, I willingly accepted it. How could this be? I stopped thinking about it and slapped my forehead hard.

The jumbled thoughts in my mind made me extremely depressed. I stood up abruptly and stomped my foot. What's the use of thinking nonsense now that things are like this?

"For the children, yes, for the children," I shouted to myself as if making a declaration. Then I turned and left.

Back at the company, it was the same as always. I sat at my desk, deep in thought. Actually, during this time, I basically didn't get anything done. All the business was being carried out by a group of enthusiastic young people in the company.

Thanks to them, I didn't spend much money on the company during these muddled days.

But even so, I couldn't seem to get my mind back to work. As the saying goes, "To fight external threats, one must first secure internal stability." Without dealing with family matters properly, I couldn't focus on company business.

"Sigh, I should probably deal with the child's problem first," I thought helplessly. Now that things are starting to look promising, I figured no matter how hard I tried to concentrate, I wouldn't be able to focus on work.

I shook my head and started calculating how many days until my wife's safe period. After a while, I figured it was probably five or six days. It seemed I had to arrange another round of my brother's sperm donation within these few days, no matter what.

But how could I do it without my wife finding out? Her cold was gone, so there was no excuse to use injections like meprobamate to anesthetize her. Oral anesthesia? That wouldn't work either. The last time she was anesthetized, she was already suspicious. Using it again might backfire.

It seems we need to think of other methods. Anesthesia is out of the question; it would delay my wife's conception too much, and without it, the chances of natural conception are low.

Hallucinogens? That doesn't seem like a good option either; their main component is something called "methylhydroxydimethylhydantoin," and its effect is simply to inhibit the cerebral cortex and central nervous system, causing hallucinations, essentially the same as an anesthetic.

While this method might make my wife mistake my older brother for me on top of her, there would be side effects afterward; it could cause serious adverse reactions, even depression or short-term memory loss. Although the chances are low, I don't want to take that risk for my wife. After thinking for a while, I suddenly remembered some aphrodisiacs and other male enhancement products my wife used when she was flirting.

It seems we should try something in this area. I remember using things like "Fomon," "Spanish Love Water," and even fly water.

But it seems none of those things were as effective as advertised. Although its aphrodisiac effect was good, easily bringing my wife to orgasm, its hallucinogenic effect was only so-so.

There was a risk that my wife would discover the truth. After thinking for a long time, I suddenly remembered seeing a new drug from Hong Kong in the company's pharmaceutical yearbook last year; I think it was called something like GHB Hallucinogenic Water.

When mixed into a beverage and consumed, it could suppress the central nervous system, causing temporary amnesia, producing a state of blissful oblivion, completely swaying the mind.

One would be completely at the mercy of others, and upon waking, would have no recollection of what had happened. That's it! I acted immediately. I left the company and drove to the largest sex toy store in the city center.

Upon arrival, I asked the clerk, and they indeed had it. However, the price was exorbitant—nearly two thousand yuan a bottle. No problem, I could afford it.

Besides, it was for my grand plan of using a sperm donor. Having figured out the method, I began preparing for the sperm donor plan a few days later. I thought a lot about both her diet and her emotions, and even went through everything again to make sure nothing was overlooked before I went home feeling relieved…

In the following days, I focused on preparing for this carefully planned sperm donation. To keep my wife in a good mood and ensure she could undergo the procedure without worry or anxiety, I left work an hour early each day to pick her up.

I also forced myself to enjoy soap operas that I used to hate, pretending to watch them with great interest, because my wife liked them. And whenever I discussed these shows with her, she always seemed excited and enthusiastic.

Regarding her diet, to ensure she ate plenty of foods rich in folic acid, zinc, and calcium, we didn't eat at home for three days, always eating out.

Every dinner, our table was laden with lean meat, eggs, fish, shrimp, animal liver, soy products, and seafood—foods suitable for women trying to conceive. I encouraged my wife to eat as much as she could. My wife has been complaining for the past few days that she's gained a lot of weight. My behavior lately has indeed been strange to her; she keeps asking me what's wrong, why I'm suddenly being so attentive.

She suspects I'm up to no good. She even suspects I'm having an affair! Good heavens, it took me a lot of talking to convince her I wasn't like that. But seeing how good my brother is to his wife, buying her gifts and such, really stung me.

In the end, my wife was so touched she almost cried. She clung to me all evening, like she wanted to stick to me. She was as docile as a kitten. It seems I need to treat my wife better in the future; I absolutely love how docile she is right now.

As for my brother, I haven't neglected him either. I know that men should eat more eel, loach, pigeon, oysters, sparrows, and leeks to promote health.

So, at lunchtime, I try to spend more time having lunch with my brother. Of course, these foods are always present at the table.

I ate until my brother felt nauseous at the sight of eels and loaches. After a few busy days, it seemed my brother and his team had finished their business. I knew it was time to continue my grand plan of using a sperm donor. I

couldn't wait any longer; my wife's safe period was just a few days away, and all my efforts couldn't be in vain.

At noon, as usual, I went to the hotel where my brother was staying. After lunch, instead of going back to the company as usual, I went upstairs with my brother to his room.

Sitting there, I looked at my brother, racking my brains for a while without finding a suitable transition. Finally, I steeled myself and decided to just be blunt.

"Brother, I…" "Don't say anything," my brother immediately interrupted me. It seemed he had already understood my intentions from my unusual behavior and the hesitant expression on my face. "I've thought about it for a long time." He was silent for a while, then said to me, "This is too... too absurd.

To be honest, I don't even know how I agreed to you. I've thought about it a lot these past few days, Ba, I can't do this again. One mistake is enough, I don't want to make the same mistake twice." "Big brother!" I cried out.

"Don't do this." I didn't expect him to regret it. Was all my hard work going to be for nothing? "Why? Is it because of guilt? I don't mind, what are you afraid of?" I retorted.

"It's not a matter of whether you mind or not, it's that I can't accept it. After all, she's my sister-in-law, your wife, you know, it makes me feel awkward no matter how I think about it." "

It's precisely because she's your sister-in-law that you have to help me even more. To be honest, no matter what, the child you and my wife have will share our blood.

If you don't help me, then I'll have to find someone else, and can you bear to see that happen?" I shouted at my brother fiercely. "You... you really have to have this child?" My brother was somewhat helpless.

"Brother, you already have two, so of course you can't understand how I feel. Put yourself in my shoes. What should I do? If I could manage on my own, who would want to go through this with someone else? Brother, I want my child!" I shouted the last sentence with all my might.

Seeing me like this, the resolute expression on my brother's face began to soften. He didn't say anything, just kept sighing. Seeing him like this, I knew there was still a chance. I continued, "Brother, please, just this once, just once.

After it's over, no one will know. Please...please."

"Just once, there will absolutely be no next time." My brother was silent for a long time, but finally, unable to resist my desperate pleas, he reluctantly agreed. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then...then tomorrow night will do. I'll drug my wife at home, you help her and then leave. My wife won't find out. She won't even know you were ever here." My brother shook his head, but finally nodded in agreement.

With that settled, I began preparing for things at home. To ensure the success of this sperm donation, I tried my best to make everything flawless.

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