From Beloved Wife to Adulterous Wife (A True Account of a Threesome)

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From Beloved Wife to Adulterous Wife (A True Account of a Threesome)

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I've been questioning whether writing this is meaningful, or rather, I've been asking myself, why did I do this? This experience has left me with many feelings that I absolutely must express, like meat stuck in my teeth—sour and swollen, I have to get it out. So, I decided to write it down. She said it's a memory for us, and also a way to share my thoughts with everyone. Let me
first introduce the three people in this story: She: In her thirties, sexy and elegant, beautiful and intelligent.
Me: Approaching forty, reasonable and kind, handsome and straightforward.
Him: Approaching thirty, polite and classy, handsome and stylish.
Where to begin? Let's start with the morning of the second day. The chronological order is a bit messy, and there's a lot more to say about what happened before that morning. I'm starting with this part because it was a particularly shocking and unexpected event.
The next morning, I was still asleep… In the darkness, I heard a soft click as the door next door opened. In my hazy state, I suddenly realized it was coming from another room. —Her? And him? I woke with a start, opening my eyes.
She was huddled up, running towards me. When she reached the bed and pulled back the covers, she saw me awake. Startled, she gave a guilty smile, a flicker of excitement mixed with remorse. She softly called out "Husband," and without hesitation, quickly pushed my arms away, lowered her head, and snuggled into my embrace, pressing her body tightly against me. She didn't say a word, her hands reaching under me to hold me tightly, her head pressed against my chest, her breath coming in short gasps.
I felt her legs, curled up between mine, were icy cold, her body trembling slightly, like a frightened fawn. Cold legs… Wait! Her legs were bare. Where were the trousers she was wearing earlier? I had glanced at them when she woke up and washed that morning. If she came out of another room… Suddenly, my heart felt like it was sinking into a swamp.
Forcing myself to calm down, I asked in a low voice, clinging to a sliver of hope, “What’s wrong?”
Silence…
A few seconds later, she looked up at me. Up close, I saw her face flushed with excitement and satisfaction, her eyes darting around apologetically, yet her lips betrayed an uncontrollable joy. My heart began to chill.
“I… went to his room just now,” she said, staring at me, trying to speak calmly.
“Boom!” Despite being prepared, my mind went blank, my body went limp, and my vision blurred like slicing fruit—my fears had come true.
Last night, after their unsuccessful, brief union (I was there; he was under pressure and went soft quickly), he went back to his room (a two-bedroom apartment). Before going to sleep, she shyly told me that she wanted to sleep on the bed closest to the door in our room, without underwear, and that he would come and lick her awake in the middle of the night, hoping to successfully penetrate her, and then the three of us together.
After a pause, whether testing me or teasing me, she mischievously said, "How about if he comes in the middle of the night, and you're asleep, we won't disturb you, and I'll go to that room by myself?" Seeing me get up and pounce on her, she laughed and dodged, "I was just kidding, look at you..."
For a long time after the lights were turned off, I felt that her eyes were closed, but she tossed and turned, unable to sleep, clearly excited and expecting something (later in the second half of the night, she woke up once, staring wide-eyed, waiting for the sound from that door, which I caught a glimpse of). I, on the other hand, was on guard with mixed feelings, afraid of missing it, and that they would secretly... But I didn't expect that, like a night watchman, I had been half-awake all night, waking up at the slightest sound, but in the morning I relaxed my guard and fell into a deep sleep, and it really happened...
"You guys... had sex?" I still held onto the last shred of hope and asked with difficulty, foolishly hoping that she would say: no. But she looked at me apologetically, then tried to smile easily and said, "Um...we did it."
For a moment, I went weak, stunned and disoriented. I felt hurt. What hurt me wasn't their intercourse—that I consented to—but that she had done it behind my back! Last night, although he had penetrated her (for a very short few minutes), I was present, and I could accept it. But now, while I was asleep, she was with him…
I could only think painfully: What time is it? How long have I been asleep? How long have they been doing it? "I love you, husband…" she looked at me, hugged me tightly, and kissed me. I slowly responded, and after a while, her head slid down to my chest: "I love you so much, I feel so happy…"
Love me so much? So happy? Because of the guilt and apology now? —Because of the excitement and satisfaction just now? Or both? I was torn by conflicting emotions, feeling my body falling. An overwhelming sadness welled up inside me—I had spoiled her so much, loved her so much, and wanted to give her such a wonderful experience in her life. But I never expected things to get so out of control... It's painful.
But amidst this pain, a strange feeling arises: the overwhelming grief and anger in my chest is causing a strange surge of excitement down there, an uncontrollable urge that grows within me. Images of her and him being intimate begin to surface in my mind—how did they do it? Was she enjoying it? How much did she enjoy it? Did she think of me? Did she find it more exciting and pleasurable if I slept here? Did she not even wear a condom?
These questions make me anxious and restless, while my penis slowly swells, pressing against her. Unable to control myself, I ask, "Is it good?" Sensing the change in my penis, she can't help but chuckle, shyly nodding, "Yes, it's good."
At that moment, she easily understands that although my heart is not satisfied, my body has already surrendered to her. She gently touches my erection through my pants, as if to soothe it. But then she teased, "Jealous, huh?"
I couldn't control my embarrassing excitement and answered, "Yes."
Then, "Is his...big?"
"Yeah, really big!" she laughed again.
"Long?"
"Long, so long...it went in so deep, all the way inside!"
My heart pounded with pain. "Did you think of me?"
"Yes, I thought you'd come over when you woke up...or peek from outside..."
"I wasn't there...I didn't know you two were like this, were you...more excited? So good, right?"
As I said this, I had a mental connection, an urge to be excited for her.
She smiled shyly, pressed her face against my chest, and nodded.
My heart ached unbearably. Looking at her wanton expression, she definitely was! More excited and pleasurable than with me, right? At that moment, I shamelessly wanted to know: Did you climax?"
"Yeah..." She closed her eyes and nodded, grabbing my hand below, the movement slowly increasing, her smiling, intoxicated expression telling me she was savoring the afterglow.
It hurt! She added a lot of acid. "How many times?"
"Twice."
"Twice?" I started to feel the acidity driving me crazy.
"Yeah, consecutively. My hands and feet are numb, my face is numb, and it's still numb now!" This was the peak of her orgasm; I hadn't let her go like this in a long time.
Her face was numb! No wonder she was still trembling when she was in my arms. My chest started to rise and fall: "How long did you two do it?"
"Not long, only about ten minutes inside, and he didn't even lick me."
"Only ten minutes? Tell me about it, the process, in detail." I took her hands away and started shamelessly masturbating.
Seeing my agitation, she relaxed, chuckled, and said, "You shameless husband." Then she turned her head slightly towards the void, recalling slowly, "...Um...After I got up this morning, he texted you: 'Is your sister awake yet? Tell her to come over and laze in bed, maybe I can get it again.'" (The text was sent to me? It seems he wanted the three of us to be together. How come I didn't hear it? I regret it!) "Seeing that you weren't awake, I wondered what would happen if I sneaked over? I hesitated for a long time, but I felt so excited, so I..." (So that's what she wanted, what a slut...)
"When I went in, he was still lying in bed. I asked him if he hadn't gone to work yet. He told me to lie down next to him, and he hugged me, and we hugged and kissed, and caressed each other." (We? Each other? My heart started to ache...)
"He rolled over and pressed me down, touching me through my pants. After a while, he put his hand inside and said, 'Sister, you've come so wet...'" (So wet through the pants? And at this moment, she had an excited and savoring expression on her face. My heart ached again and again...)
"He was so excited. He didn't want to wear a condom and tried to take off my pants. I wouldn't let him." (I comforted her a little and kissed her forehead...)
"After putting on a condom, he came up and took it off. He spread my legs and pressed down on me. He went in so deep, slowly inserting while sucking on my toes one by one..." (I was jealous!)
"Later, he put his hands under my buttocks to cushion me and thrust against my pubic bone. It was so deep. I felt like it was hitting my heart..." (She started to pause in ecstasy. I quickly masturbated...)
"We didn't dare to speak loudly. We held our breath so as not to wake you." (Damn it, I knew it...)
"I came in less than ten minutes. My whole body started to go numb..."
I have to say, when I heard this, I felt like I was about to be knocked to the ground. My heart ached in waves, a pang of jealousy surged within me… Last night she said she wouldn't do anything behind my back, but this morning, while I was sleeping in this room, she went to his room to flirt with him, secretly having sex with him without making a sound, and even had two orgasms. Why? Wasn't she doing this on purpose? How could this happen…
Stealing! This thought suddenly made me realize that she was enjoying the immense thrill and pleasure that this "stealing" brought! Challenging one's bottom line under immense psychological pressure gives one an even more insane pleasure and enjoyment! It's a repressed, yet ever-yearning, wicked thought deep within the human heart… I never imagined she was such a wanton slut! My chest heaved, my heart ached, and I struggled to breathe… But at the same time, I was powerless to resist another feeling slowly growing within me—I felt she was more radiant and stunning than ever before! It made me both hurt and love her! Damn it… I'm torn apart.
My feelings were incredibly complex, like something was about to burst forth, and my hands moved faster… “How long was the orgasm?” I asked breathlessly. “I don’t know, it felt… a long time.”
“A long time? A minute? Two minutes?” “Um… about two minutes in total.” (She was clearly getting excited again as she recalled the orgasm, clamping her legs around mine and gently rubbing against me.) “I can’t remember clearly, but it felt like a long time. In the middle, during my first orgasm, I couldn’t stand the numbness anymore, so I pushed him away and lay down on him. But then he came in from behind and continued, making me orgasm again. This time my face was numb…” Damn! Damn! Twice in such a short time! And it made me numb! I started to spasm.
Her beautiful face began to conjure up a captivating, seductive allure in my eyes and mind.
“Was he moving very fast?” I struggled, imagining. “No, not fast, but it felt like he was very strong…” Aching! I was almost dying from the aching in my heart. If you can reach orgasm like this, how much desire, how passionate you must be… I closed my eyes and sped up. Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy! All kinds of jealousy; extreme jealousy! This deadly jealousy surged into my heart, rushed to my head.
—Last night's unsuccessful intercourse was because I was there and disturbed you two, right? This time, you did it twice in less than ten minutes behind my back! —And your hands and feet are numb! Your face is numb! Your whole body is numb! —And it lasted for two minutes! This explanation is still considering my face, right? Maybe it's more than that… How long has it been since I made her like this? Or has it never happened? My heart was completely pierced…
After that, an extremely strange feeling arose. At that moment, I told myself without hesitation that I wanted to—"I'm going to fuck you to death." With a low shout, I rolled over and spread her legs, looking at her swollen clitoris and engorged labia, kissing them, sucking, licking… "Ah…" she was startled, then: "You bastard husband…" she snorted.
Whether it was my despicable behavior or the stimulation from my words, soon her hand pressed down on my head, and she let out soft moans, "Mmm...mmm...ah..." while her hips gently swayed. Perhaps she truly enjoyed it, for she began to tease and provoke me in a coquettish manner: "...Do you love your wife?" Holy crap! She just finished with someone and she's already asking me this? What a lewd woman! My penis was throbbing with stimulation. I knew I was being cowardly, but I couldn't resist the excitement in my mind and answered, "Yes! I love it to death..."
"Do you like drinking my vaginal fluid...my vagina is all red and swollen from being fucked by someone else, it tastes good, hmm?" Her extremely lewd questions made me increasingly aroused, and I humiliatingly licked her as I mumbled in response: "Yes, it tastes good..." "...Oh...I love you, you slutty husband." She moaned with extreme pleasure.
"...Do you like your wife enjoying it?" she asked again.
"Yes..." I lost my mind, only wanting to make her happy.
"...Do you like me becoming a slut, hmm..." My attitude made her increasingly excited.
"I like it..." I mumbled, arching my back as I thrust into her.
"Whose pussy does my wife belong to?" Perhaps she was thinking of him, of my pathetic state, feeling incredibly aroused, her hips thrusting upwards, pushing her pussy hard against my mouth.
"Ours, both of ours." Thinking of the two of them having sex behind my back, I was intensely stimulated, my lust overwhelming me, and I answered without regard for dignity.
"Ah...oh..." She went faster and faster, her hands gripping my hair tightly. "So, if my wife wants other big cocks in the future, will you give them to her?"
"Yes! Yes, I'll give them to her..." My mind was filled with lust. As
soon as I finished answering, her body went still, her feet pressing against my back, slowly squeezing my head, moaning and trembling.
What stimulated her? The memory of what happened on the bed? Or my current actions? Humiliation.
Stimulation.
My brain was pounding, I didn't care about anything else, I focused all my energy on stimulating her. Just as she was about to burst out with a lewd moan and writhe to escape, I straightened up, spread her legs, and thrust in! I pounded wildly! I hissed, "Keep going, you slut."
A moment later, she looked at me, her face contorted with pleasure from my frenzied fucking, unable to scream anymore. She looked at me, weak all over, and continued, "Mmm...he held me so tight, he thrust so deep...it felt so good..."
"I'll fuck you to death, you little slut." I was driven mad by the stimulation.
She asked provocatively again, "Are you jealous?"
"I'm...jealous to death."
"I like him...oh...to have my hole with you..."
"Him?" The word came first? I thrust like a madman, "Slut, I'll fuck you to death."
She was panting from the thrusting, "Oh...I've become a slut...do you...like it, hmm?"
"I like it...I like it!" My mind was almost blank.
"Oh...I want more later...will you give it to me or not?" she pressed her advantage.
"Yes! I'll give it to you, as long as you enjoy it..." I said, holding my breath and thrusting with all my might.
"Mmm...I love you, husband...I want more big cocks..." Seeing me like this, she suddenly hugged me, her tenderness and acquiescence returning.
The rest of the process involved many more such lewd and stimulating questions and conversations, simply to allow me to vent the depression of being abandoned that morning, to intensify the stimulation for her, and to make our current union even more frenzied.
I imagined them both suppressing their passion, feeling her wet cunt that he had just fucked, thrusting with all my might. I tried to reclaim my territory, even though it had been irrevocably invaded; I tried to wash away my humiliation, even though it was just wishful thinking.
She kept stimulatingly recalling, describing, asking questions, and demanding, and I kept being stimulated, questioning, humiliated, excited, and agreeing... The more lewd and spoiled she became, the more humbly and frantically I loved her. I wondered what kind of spoiling she would become if this continued. But at that moment, I was willing to give her anything. Finally,
I roared and convulsed as I forcefully ejaculated inside her, and she pursed her lips, moaning, and clung tightly to me in welcome.
Afterwards, I asked, "Did he ejaculate?"
"No. I didn't let him ejaculate," she replied.
"Why?" I asked.
"He kept going on and on, making my hands, feet, and face numb. My heart couldn't take it anymore, so I pushed him away and ran back to you," she said.
Damn! Then why aren't you numb now? My heart ached so much I almost twisted into a ball. I didn't care about her saying she didn't let him ejaculate; that wasn't important.
What was important was how this experience would ultimately change her. What mattered was whether I could still bear the essential things she revealed during this experience. Was the future we once envisioned still believable? Would our relationship improve from this point on, or would it be flawed, leaving resentment? This was what tormented me and filled me with fear during this experience—the fear of losing control of my emotions.
Perhaps some might say, "You already agreed to her having sex with him, why are you worrying about things like stealing? Who did she enjoy it more with? Aren't you tired? She's leaving, so you only have yourself to blame." Yes, if this were just about seeking sexual thrills, then of course it would be easy—she doesn't care who she is! I'm not saying I have plenty of other options waiting for me. But I'm really strange; I've committed to her and plan to be with her forever, enjoying life together.
Giving her this way is about cherishing and spoiling her. I'm not afraid of anyone calling me weird; everyone has a different opinion on what's weird. There really is such a thing as sadomasochism. The key is that I don't believe, and I don't intend to believe, that besides looks, I could have the energy to find another woman like her—someone compatible in personality, someone I can trust and be so close to.
Even if I could find one, damn it! How long does it take to build trust? It's not that she's a goddess in my eyes; beauty is in the eye of the beholder. There are plenty of beautiful women out there. Is she right for you? —That's what I think is very important. In life, compatibility is key.
Some people say, "Then why are you worrying about this and that? Just quit this. Go back to your daily routine, have fun on weekends, what are you pretending for?" That's true, but I inherently hate a mundane and boring life. We both think that's a waste of life.
Life is short, and people enjoy different things at different ages. For example, if you still have a runny nose, you can't enjoy this; if you're using a cane, you can't enjoy this either. Anyway, this has already begun, whether it started or not. I don't want to turn back, I can only keep moving forward, trying to be as careful as possible.
At this moment, I understand that I have no leverage to take things seriously; I can only adjust my mindset and accept some of the facts that have already happened. It's not that I'm being dramatic or insisting on dwelling on her and his infidelity; it's just that she promised not to, but then things changed at the last minute. This was a sudden and extremely powerful blow to me, catching me off guard, and it made me feel a little crazy for a moment. Half of it was within my expectations, but the other half was unexpected.
Having written about the unexpected events of the following morning, now, looking back, I'll add to the experiences of the previous night, addressing some of your earlier questions.
This is a true story that happened to my wife and me, but due to length and some personal reasons, I have made some deletions and mergers to the original story (only deletions, no additions), and omitted the time, place, and names. If you don't believe it, just treat it as fiction; I respect everyone's opinion. Also, I want to say that my description of my feelings here reflects the "persecution complex" that any cuckold would experience at that moment; there is absolutely no dissatisfaction or disrespect towards "him." We admire his high character.
If "he" sees this, please forgive me for writing these words involving "him."
The night before (first half), while waiting for him to come, she wore a transparent black blouse, black stockings, a thong, and sexy high heels. She leaned against the sofa, her beautiful legs curled up, and with her naturally beautiful face like a Greek goddess, she was stunning, noble, and elegant, like a queen.
Looking at her, I felt impulsive and excited, my mind filled with all sorts of fantasies and expectations for tonight. We opened a bottle of red wine, sipped some, talked about him, about us, and wondered what tonight would be like.
Although we'd been chatting online for almost two years and met once, that time he only verbally provoked her (because we didn't know each other well enough, and we didn't make any further plans). That was a year ago, so there were still things we wanted to overcome, some distance we wanted to bridge.
I described some exciting scenarios that might happen tonight, teasing her desires, warming her up mentally, letting her let go of her inhibitions and relax. She blinked her big eyes, a smile playing on her lips as she listened silently. Only when I described the lewd and absurd parts would she blush and chuckle, her mind a jumble of thoughts.
But as her eyes and smile changed, I could see a complex mix of emotions: shyness, doubt, liking, worry, and anticipation. Actually, I was also encouraging myself, getting myself fully excited, so I wouldn't think about negative things and become hesitant. After all, this time we were going to take that step, to have her and him actually together, and then the three of us. For her to experience this unique thrill and pleasure, she had to be open and comfortable, including me.
"Are you really not going to regret it? Your wife is going to be with someone else later…" she finally asked, her heart stirred by my words.
Honestly, I was understandably anxious. If they really did that, would she and I still be able to face each other honestly? I was facing an uncertain future. However, even more intensely, I wanted to use this to express my extreme doting on her; I wanted to see her, stimulated by such licentious behavior, lose control and unleash her primal desires, indulging in the wild thrill of a threesome.
I imagined it would be a moment she had never experienced before—a beautiful sexual blossoming, and at that moment, her face would hold a beauty I had never seen before.
So, I answered firmly, "As long as you're happy, I'm happy. I hope you enjoy it; this is my way of showing affection. I'd love to see you let loose and be yourself. As long as you don't think I'm perverted, you can enjoy it freely." A
sweet, pleased light appeared in her eyes, but then doubt flickered in her eyes. She said, "But I'm still a little worried, a little conflicted. I feel so bad for you..."
"I'm willing, and the decision is yours. You can decide to give up anytime before he does it," I reassured her.
"It's your own choice, so don't..." She began to give me a sly smile, as if she had gotten her way after I'd signed her waiver. Then she provoked me: "Aren't you worried that I'll become very promiscuous? Secretly having affairs with others..." "
It would be a lie to say I'm not worried; in fact, I am very worried. I don't accept infidelity. This act was just a one-time, three-person pleasure. Being honest with each other, I don't think there's anything wrong with it." I was a little blinded by lust and impulsively told the truth.
She embraced me tenderly, kissed me, and said, "Honey, I love you. I'm yours, no matter what. I'll never do anything behind your back." Then she added, "I don't know what kind of woman I am in your eyes. If you really want me to experience this kind of enjoyment, then I'm very grateful for your love." Then she smiled mischievously, winked playfully, and asked coquettishly, "You spoil me like this, what if I get used to it?"
You little rascal. A surge of love welled up inside me, and I said softly, "If you want it, I'll give it to you. As long as you understand that I'm expressing my love for you in this way, and that I don't have ulterior motives, that's fine."
When he came upstairs that night, his eyes lit up when he saw her sexy outfit and appearance. We
had been in intermittent online contact for almost a year since our last meeting, each time passionate and deepening our understanding of each other. So, after overcoming some negative concerns, we decided to make this a true threesome.
After a couple of glasses of red wine to embolden ourselves, he and I sat on either side of her. Ignoring her sudden awkwardness, we gently stroked her legs and feet, chatting about our last meeting and our current situation… After downing most of a bottle of red wine, we were both a little tipsy. The atmosphere became more intimate in the dim light. We gradually relaxed, and our emotions slowly rose. He and I began to slip our hands under her alluring dress to caress her breasts, while simultaneously kissing her ears and neck. She began to close her eyes in pleasure, her hands on either side of her, one touching our genitals through her shorts.
Just like our last meeting, we took off her high heels, each holding one of her small feet, smelling, kissing, and licking, enjoying the alluring toes and delicate soles peeking out from under her thin stockings. Her feet were exquisite and beautiful. He and I were both happy to express our appreciation for her sensuality and elegance in this way. We even put her toes in our mouths, sucking and licking them.
She looked at us with wide eyes, sensing our unusual way of showing her affection. Her body and expression gradually revealed excitement and enjoyment, with a satisfied and smug smirk appearing on her face from time to time (she later told me that seeing two men treat her like this made her feel very satisfied and pleased, and her lower body became very wet).
As he and I licked and kissed her from her toes to her calves, thighs, and groin, she stroked our heads and began to moan softly in a daze.
Seeing that it was about time, I told him to go take a shower first, while I buried my head between her legs, pulled down her thong, and teased her already wet vulva with my tongue, trying to prepare her for a smooth penetration later and to arouse her desire as much as possible.
Before long, she began to stroke my head and say some very open things, such as: "You are both my slutty foot slaves"; "How about letting someone else lick your wife's pussy too?"; "How about you and he serve me together?" I was thrilled; I hadn't expected her to get into it so quickly.
When he came out of the bathroom, she was moaning comfortably, her feet on my head and shoulders.
I beckoned to him, and soon he and I each silenced her mouth with ours. Whether it was the alcohol or a physical reaction, she was getting into it, completely uninhibited, moaning comfortably, her body gently moving, one hand on my head, the other on his face, thoroughly enjoying herself.
Then we switched places, him on the bottom, me on top, I put my penis in her mouth, his tongue below.
Feeling his venomous tongue, she quickly became excited, swallowing and licking my root with abandon, her moans growing louder. She ran her hands through his hair, pressing his head down, her hips shifting from a rhythmic upward thrust to a powerful twisting motion, as if trying to push his head inside… I started to feel jealous. Just like the last time we met, he had once again defeated me with his tongue. I wondered if he would win again with his penis.
I watched, thought, feared, felt jealous, and excited all at the same time. My half-erect penis, under her wanton expression of pleasure, in her warm, moist mouth, slowly swelled to its maximum size… His tongue skills were indeed impressive (she told me that he seemed to be able to hold her vulva in his mouth, sucking out her clitoris and licking it with the tip of his tongue, focusing on just one point. No matter how much she couldn't bear the stimulation and tried to twist away, he would stick his head in, like a suction cup, firmly holding her, relentlessly licking her).
In a moment, her intermittent moans began to turn into loud, unrestrained cries: "...Mmm...Ah...So good...Oh! Sister loves your slutty tongue, you lick me so well...Ah...I want your big bird…"
Hearing this, it felt like a pile of rocks slowly collapsing from the mountain, crashing and clattering down on my head. Each of her cries, each word, was like a knife, carving into my heart. What I thought I could accept, he was only stimulating her with his tongue, and it was already making me panic. But in this chaos, that damn shameless me found her moans and groans like celestial music, arousing and stimulating me uncontrollably. My penis shamelessly swelled rapidly, reaching its limit, painfully hard.
She writhed and moaned with intense pleasure on his lips, and I felt both mentally and physically overwhelmed. I thought it best to leave and let him hurry up. So I suggested we stop, poured her a drink, and, as we had agreed beforehand, let her and him go into the room first. I went into another room, lay on the bed, turned on the TV, and waited. Waiting for what? Actually, to give him an environment where I wasn't present (but the door could only be ajar), so he could relax and powerfully penetrate her body before I joined in.
It wasn't that I wanted this; I felt somewhat wronged by it all. But we had discussed it beforehand. If I were present, he would be shy, pressured, and hesitant.
I lit a cigarette and began to wait. My eyes were glued to the TV screen, there was picture and sound, but slowly, I couldn't concentrate at all. My ears were perked up towards the door, and only one thought occupied my mind—what were they doing? Right now.
When I first entered the room, I thought I could wait for them to interact like this, but I was wrong; I was deceiving myself. Various images began to flash through my mind. I especially wanted to know how she would react to him if I weren't there. In this situation, under the advances of a handsome guy, would she think of me? Would she be reserved? Would she slowly surrender? Would she uncontrollably become aroused? Even if she was reserved, it wouldn't last long, would it? I forced myself not to think, my eyes fixed on the TV, trying to concentrate and distract myself.
One second, two seconds… ten seconds… but—what was she doing? —Were they embracing and flirting? —What would she say to him? —He must be licking her until she was dying, right? —Did she take his penis? —Has he already gone inside her? —Did they just stop caring and not use a condom? —Should I go check on them…? I promised not to disturb them, but it didn't work. I couldn't calm down. Maybe only five or six minutes later, a whole bunch of questions and thoughts filled my mind. I started to feel anxious, doubtful, and worried.
Unable to control myself, I quietly crept to their door. As promised, the door wasn't closed, leaving a small gap enough for someone outside to observe everything inside. A small lamp was on by the bedside. The two of them were still lying on the bed, embracing, kissing, whispering, and caressing each other. It felt a little sour, but compared to what happened on the sofa in the living room earlier, it was acceptable. But why did it take so long? Then I thought, I hadn't even been in that room for a few minutes. I should go
back. I forced myself to watch TV again, but I didn't know what any of the channels were showing. It was pointless. I changed the channel, and changed it again, but my mind was still filled with those questions, those scenes… Frustrated.
I don't know how much time had passed. When I crept over again, he was on top of her, her arms wrapped around his back, but he wasn't doing anything except caressing her. The lights were off, with only the various lights from the bustling street outside filtering through the sheer curtains, creating a hazy, dim
atmosphere. All activity inside was kept private, allowing those flirting to indulge in a more intimate and intimate moment. "Damn it!" I cursed inwardly, though I might be overthinking it. But I still suspected that by turning off the lights and creating this dim environment, they at least psychologically intended to prevent me from peeking in and disturbing their "private world."
I tried to calm myself down, thinking he was just shy, and that my wife had probably just passively accepted the light-off thing. I let it go. I could hear them talking intermittently, their voices very low, but even with my ears strained, I could barely hear anything, only occasional ambiguous giggles amidst their flirtatious banter. It felt like a cat was scratching at my heart, a feeling of being plotted against, facing imminent danger but unable to confront them. I
decided to ignore it. I resolved to go back to my room, determined not to come over until I heard her moaning as she was being fucked.
I changed channels, but kept listening intently in that direction. A long time passed, maybe half an hour (or maybe ten minutes), but still no sound. I turned off the TV and listened again. What was going on? When I got to the door, I saw he was naked in the dim light, his hands supporting him on either side of her body, above her, his hips moving gently up and down between her parted legs. She responded to his movements, rising and falling in rhythm with soft moans.
—Is he in? My heart skipped a beat.
I stared wide-eyed, but couldn't see clearly.
I only felt the movements were shallow, and judging from the distance between his hips and her genitals, it didn't seem like penetration. Suddenly, I wondered if he was just using a penis to tease her, playing a teasing foreplay? —Where's the condom? —Is she wearing one? I was pacing anxiously, worried she hadn't been able to hold on and he'd given her a quickie.
The movements inside became more intense, her moans growing louder, but judging from the distance between his hips, it still didn't seem like penetration (unless he was a human).
—Should I go in now? —If I go in, what if he hasn't even started? Will I get too soft under the pressure? —But if I don't go in, I… I have a pot propped up under my feet, and I'm feeling uneasy.
I told myself I wouldn't watch, that I'd only come in when they got really into it, but now that I've seen it, I'm anxious. It's true, this is the first time my wife has tried having sex with him, and it's happening without me around.
I'm not worried about safety, but I'm worried my wife might lose her senses (afterwards, I wondered, what's the point of worrying? Since we were already going to do this, what's the use? If she doesn't open up and get into it, what's the point of telling her she'll enjoy it? It's probably just jealousy and insecurity at play).
Suddenly, he was whispering something inside, and she stopped. They were talking in hushed tones, I couldn't hear clearly, but I seemed to hear her say, "Maybe… &@#…"
A moment later, he sat up and reached for something on the bedside table. I realized it was about condoms (later I found out she was wearing a thong, but I hadn't seen it). I had discussed this with my wife beforehand; safety first.
It seems she persisted (she later told me that she felt very good from his teasing and longed for it, almost wanting him to go in without a condom several times. She felt that intercourse that way would be more thorough and more pleasurable—this slut, outwardly reserved and noble, once aroused, she's...). But with a condom, wouldn't that mean immediately...? My heart suddenly felt conflicted.
Was my wife going to be penetrated by another man like this? She didn't seem to resist at all, she seemed so natural and cooperative, just like, just like... they were a couple, a married couple! And what about me? Who am I? Where am I placed? I'm still here! My heart began to ache unbearably.
But things unfolded as expected; our worries weren't unfounded. Even though I gave him and my beautiful, sexy wife some time and space alone, he still couldn't get past the condom hurdle—he was still wearing it, perhaps thinking of me made him soften again (a sensible boy).
She sat up, grabbed his penis from below, tilted her head back to kiss him, and used her hands to stroke him back and forth. He cupped her face in his hands, kissing her greedily. Soon he laid her down, kneeling between her legs again. Quickly, her seductive moans returned, each one like a knife stabbing at my heart, yet also like celestial music, captivating my soul. My penis shamelessly swelled again.
Why were her moans so alluring, so beautiful, so far more intense than when I was with her?
Was it because he understood women so well, his tongue skills so amazing, or did she find the scene too stimulating, too novel? She was experiencing intense pleasure, moaning and groaning, constantly pressing his head down with her hands, her legs wildly swinging and flailing over his shoulders and back, trying to clamp him down, then pressing her lower body against his mouth as if he wasn't putting in enough effort. Damn… seeing her so unrestrained and wanton, I started to feel anxious and panicked. Yet, my penis, gradually hardening like iron, seemed to mock me. At that moment, I was also incredibly excited and yearning.
Why? I couldn't answer. Perhaps the feeling of competition, the feeling of defeat, led to all this. Perhaps most cuckolds feel the same way. You
thought you were her everything, her best, that being with you meant you could give her the greatest pleasure, until you saw her with someone else—no, someone even more, even more seductive and passionate—and suddenly you realized how much you cared for her, how beautiful and charming she was, making you feel incredibly jealous.
However, what followed was far more torturous and stimulating for me. Just when I thought she had become utterly wanton, I soon saw her reveal a side beyond my wildest imagination. She actually started to tease me: "Do you like me... um... do you like drinking my juices? Be my foot slave, my pussy slave for life, okay? (What? For life?) How about I feed you my piss, um? (He had discussed tasting her holy water with her online, and knowing I had tried it, he wanted to too...) Do you like me doing this to you... I love your slutty tongue, I want your big cock to fuck me, do you want to fuck me, um...?" She seemed to be
nodding incessantly as she performed oral sex.
Just when I was about to go crazy, I heard her say: "Oh... oh... do you want to be my little husband, um? If you behave well..." Little husband? She actually said something like that? A thunderbolt exploded in my mind, a buzzing sound…
I don't know what he quickly replied, but she chuckled with extreme joy, a satisfied laugh overflowing from the depths of her heart, her voice so seductive it was mesmerizing.
Then, under his increasingly frenzied oral stimulation, she quickly became like a fish held captive, writhing and jumping desperately in his hands, trying to break free, her ecstasy uncontrollable, her hoarse cries echoing through the room…
I didn't want to write down her words, because they undeniably expressed her absolute surrender to him, at least for that moment, both physically and mentally, cruelly revealing my tragic failure as a husband, as a man. (She probably knew I was spying on her.)
Every word she said to him clenched my heart! But to express the full truth of this event, and why I later felt the urge to pursue her again, I wrote it down anyway.
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