The Search for My Son (Part 8)

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Two weeks later, E invited us to meet in his city.
My wife said she was quite familiar with E , and since he was so fit and healthy, he shouldn't have any diseases, so could they go all out? I knew what my wife meant, but I was still worried. I always felt that E was different from C , like someone with many stories. I clearly remembered the first time C had sex with my wife; they didn't use a condom during the last round, but he immediately went to the bathroom to wash himself after ejaculating, indicating he was afraid my wife might have a disease. I felt that although C was a skilled lover, he was very hygienic. When he gave my wife oral sex, he seemed very engaged, but he actually spat out the semen while sucking. So, when we had sex again with C , I didn't object to not using a condom or swallowing his semen. As for E , his massage skills were superb, and he had even more sexual experience. During oral sex, he swallowed my wife's vagina without any hesitation (perhaps he believed my wife wouldn't have any diseases). Plus, he wasn't married, and he had said that his life consisted only of his body. I had a feeling that E wasn't a simple and pure person.
So I told my wife that from now on , using a condom is a prerequisite for our threesomes .
The thought of my wife and I having multiple threesome partners—including unprotected sex with C and Xiao Zhang, during which she swallowed their semen—makes me shudder. When she performs oral sex on them, she inevitably swallows their spilled fluids. And when they perform oral sex on my wife, their saliva remains on her genitals and enters her vagina during penetration. All of this makes me increasingly concerned about hygiene. I've researched extensively, and although the possibility of contracting hepatitis B or HIV is very small since there are no sores in her mouth or vagina, hygiene is the biggest concern as our threesomes become more frequent. Therefore, I told my wife that in the future, even if threesomes aren't entirely satisfying, firstly, she shouldn't have a single man perform oral sex on her; secondly, she should only perform oral sex on a condom-wearing penis; thirdly, absolutely no kissing; and fourthly, penetration must be condomed. My wife agreed with me, but she said that when she was giving oral sex to single men, the fluid that spilled out did not go into her mouth, but she never swallowed it. It stayed in the front half of her mouth, and she would lick and spit it out after a while. Even if she swallowed, she would not swallow the fluid in the front half. So, in the future, as long as she sees that the penis of a single man is clean, there will be no big problem with giving oral sex without a condom.
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The hotel E found was quite nice, with a large bed. E brought a lot of sex toys, like a vibrator and a massager, saying he wanted his wife to have a good time. I told E that my wife and I never use these things and don't plan to in the future; we don't want to use devices to replace our bodies. E said he'd rather give his wife a good massage and enjoy his techniques.
Man E was wearing the same strange underwear as last time, strung together with many threads; it was very sexy. His technique was very skillful, plus...
He already adored his wife, and while massaging her, he became aroused. After an hour of massage, his wife's vulva was completely soaked, even with the towel underneath. During this time, his wife couldn't help but want to suck E 's penis. Just like last time, E 's underwear wouldn't budge, so she resorted to licking a large patch of his underwear until it was wet …
"I can't take it anymore, insert it into me, insert it into me now!" the wife cried out.
Man E pulled down his underwear, and his wife pounced on him and started sucking him ...
E lay on the bed, his enormous penis erect. His wife moaned, wanting to sit on him directly. I quickly put a condom on E. His wife then sat on him and began to move vigorously …
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After two rounds, E and I helped my wife, who was convulsing and unable to move, to rest. E and I lit cigarettes and chatted for a while. I asked E if he had a girlfriend, and he said no. I said that someone as handsome as him should easily find one. He said he didn't want to find one right now; he wanted to save enough money before considering marrying a woman he liked, someone like my wife. E said he started working before finishing high school and now realized that without studying hard, he couldn't find a good job. I told E that his current job as a physical education teacher was pretty good, and he hesitated for a moment before telling me that was a lie—he was actually a bodybuilding coach …
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Man E said he was going home to sleep and that he had already paid for the room.
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I lay down next to my wife, carefully recalling what E had just said. His skillful massage techniques, his extensive sexual experience, the unique underwear I'd never seen before, his claim that his life consisted only of his body … I suddenly wondered, was E a man who made a living off his body? Was he a masseur? A technician? To put it more bluntly, a gigolo? The thought chilled me to the bone! I couldn't accept a man who sold his body having a threesome with us , having sex with my wife.
My wife woke up, hugged me again, and asked if E was there. I said he was gone. She said she felt so good being fucked, that E 's massage was comfortable, and his penis felt even better. Hearing that, my penis got hard again. After she gave me oral sex, we had sex again ...
Seeing how much my wife likes E , I don't plan to tell her about my suspicions about him . I've decided to find an opportunity to ask her directly on QQ .
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My cuckoldry complex is getting worse and worse, and I really don't know where it will end. I even consulted a psychologist to see if I've become abnormal and if I should adjust. The answer I received was that having a cuckoldry complex isn't abnormal, but my relentless pursuit of stimulation might lead my marital relationship to an irrecoverable state.
However, like an addict, I couldn't stop. My dream, my ultimate goal, was for my wife to have sex with a Black man. They say that after a Chinese woman has sex with a Black man, she'll never want a Chinese man again. I really couldn't resist seeing what it would be like to see my wife being fucked by a Black man. I know that if anyone knew my thoughts, I'd be torn to shreds and called a slut, but I was already hopelessly addicted!
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One day, I was buying clothes at an Italian brand counter in XX Plaza when a handsome young Black man was trying on jeans. It was the first time I'd ever seen a Black person buying clothes in a relatively upscale place. My impression was that Black people living in our city usually only bought inexpensive and decent clothes at wholesale markets.
I didn't know if he spoke Chinese, but I tried to strike up a conversation, "Young man, your jeans are a dark color, they look great, nice."
"Oh, really? Thank you." I didn't expect him to speak Chinese, although not fluently, it seemed we could communicate.
Perhaps it was because I was particular about my attire, or perhaps it was just fate, but he asked me to help him choose another shirt ...
Because I was paying close attention, I was certain this young Black man had a large penis. He changed into several different shirts, and once, perhaps because he hadn't straightened his penis properly, it was sticking out horizontally in his pants, a very large bulge clearly visible. This strengthened my resolve to seduce him.
Finally, after the waiter calculated the total price, he realized he didn't have enough money, nearly 200 yuan short . He apologized and said he would only buy the pants.
I immediately urged him to buy everything since he'd been choosing for so long, and that I'd cover the difference if he needed more. We could exchange phone numbers and he could pay me back later. The young man hesitated for a moment and said, "You believe I'll pay you back? Many people don't believe us."
I said, "I believe it."
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The next day, the young man called and chattered on for a while before I could understand him. He asked me to give him my bank card number so he could transfer the money directly to my bank account.
To get closer to him, I first expressed my appreciation for his trustworthiness, then asked him to return the money to me in person, and suggested we have coffee together somewhere to become friends. The young man readily agreed.
The young man was from Nigeria, Africa. He was 29 years old and ran a small commodity wholesale business with his father in our city, earning quite a bit of money. He spent half the year in China. He was even darker than the average Black person, like coal, and like most Black people, he had thick, everted lips. However, because his overall face was very harmonious, he looked very pleasing and didn't have any "atavistic" features. Plus, he was indeed a "noble" among Black people. I was determined to do everything I could to get him. I frequently invited him out for coffee and meals, and he seemed to have a good impression of me, as he always accepted the invitations and often insisted on paying.
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It was time for my wife to step in ! I told her what I had learned, and she said that as long as I was healthy, she would do whatever I asked.
My wife and I arranged to meet the young man once for coffee and once for a short trip to the suburbs. I told my wife to relax and show herself off. My wife mostly communicated with him in English, praising his good looks and sexiness; she took photos with him; she fed him. Plus, being an African who had been colonized by European countries, he inherited their humor, talkativeness, and politeness. I could tell they really admired each other.
It was time to be frank! To my surprise, the young man agreed very readily, without any surprise, hesitation, or doubt. Perhaps it's because his country is very open-minded, and this is nothing unusual. The young man told us that he has three wives.
My wife and I both felt that the key issue was that he had to be healthy. We'd heard that men from Africa all have very large penises, and even with a condom, if it broke or slipped off, the consequences could be dire. The only way to be sure was to have him get a physical exam, just a few blood tests to check his genitals, which would be enough to reassure us. As for whether he had any STDs, we could tell from experience just by looking at his genitals.
However, asking the young man to get a medical checkup was something I found difficult to bring up, given my personality and character. It would clearly be seen as suspicion, and might even have been insulting to him. So I resorted to indirect methods, asking him if he was worried about contracting a disease from having sex with his wife, who enjoys threesomes , and inquiring about the current situation of AIDS in Africa, among other things.
The young man waited a long time, and seeing that I hadn't brought up the topic of a threesome , he took the initiative. I stammered for a long time but still couldn't bring myself to say it. My wife, on the other hand, was very decisive this time, directly telling him our concerns and suggesting that for the safety of all of us, the three of us go to the hospital together for blood tests ... Unexpectedly, the young man readily agreed, and said that he had guessed our worries.
The young man was definitely fine! After waiting for the results for more than ten days, my wife had her period for a few more days. As soon as her period ended, she told me to quickly arrange to meet the young man. She was really, really looking forward to it, and she said that as long as she saw that the young man's penis was clean, she would do it without a condom! I agreed.
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