My Wife's First Lover (Part Two)

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My wife and I made an agreement. She agreed to engage in online dating, but only on the condition that she first meet a few single men to get used to it. I happened to have a cuckold fetish, so I agreed.
I started chatting with single men on online dating sites. I chatted with three white-collar single men I thought were suitable: good-looking, with large penises, and gentle personalities. I showed my wife their photos and screenshots of our chat history, but she said no to all of them. I had no choice but to say, "Honey, why don't you chat with them yourself?" The problem is, my wife dislikes chatting, especially online flirting; she finds it incredibly boring.
The turning point came during the summer of 2006 when my wife went to her hometown, City C. She spent all her time with her best friend, who was unmarried at the time, short and chubby, with a baby face, and quite intelligent. She told my wife everything, including her sexual encounters with two men that summer. My wife blushed as she listened, and a change began to occur in her mind. She subconsciously wanted to try other men, especially since her husband encouraged her to have a lover.
One afternoon, she was at her best friend's house. Her friend was a teacher, on summer vacation. That day, her friend was taking a nap, and my wife was sitting next to the computer. Her friend's QQ kept beeping, so my wife curiously opened it. It was a man greeting her friend. My wife replied on her friend's behalf, saying she was sleeping and asking what was wrong. The man said nothing, just wanted to chat. "Who are you?" My wife answered, "My classmate." "Male or female classmate?" Of course, female classmate. That man was a master at picking up girls, and he got excited as soon as he heard "female classmate." In less than half an hour, my wife had a video chat with her, and they saw each other's faces. Then, they added each other on QQ. At that time, the man's impression of my wife was: "Absolutely stunning!" This is what the man said to my wife himself! Definitely, my wife was really young, fair-skinned, beautiful, and stylish at that time! This was both a compliment and the truth!
Let me introduce the man: 28 years old, a local junior civil servant, about 172 cm tall, slightly chubby! Average looks. Special skill: Picking up girls.
Let's call the man D. After adding my wife on QQ, they chatted from noon until evening. D wasn't my wife's best friend's casual sex partner; he was just a friend, so my wife's best friend didn't mind. That evening, D invited my wife and her best friend to dinner, and my wife agreed.
During dinner, D used his smooth-talking skills to charm my wife, completely captivating her. My wife had a strict upbringing and had never been out and about before. She married me at 21 and had virtually no social experience, knowing nothing about the ways of the world. After dinner, they went to karaoke, followed by late-night snacks, then I took my wife home, and then they chatted on QQ until 2 or 3 AM. It seems D isn't going to give up until he gets my wife. Since my wife agreed to have dinner and karaoke with D, it means she has a decent impression of him, at least not dislikes him, and subconsciously wants to have some kind of flirtatious relationship with him. My wife and I had been apart for over half a month, and it had been a long time since we'd had sex, so she was probably getting a little restless. These two met at the right time, in the right place, and with the right person; it seemed a passionate battle was about to erupt.
The next day, after work, D did the same thing as the day before, but he didn't invite my wife's best friend, and neither did she. It was clearly an unspoken understanding. After singing and having a late-night snack, D took my wife for a walk along the river, chatting. As for what they talked about, my wife later said she couldn't remember. Anyway, she was starting to like him. That night, D even held my wife's hand.
A womanizer like D wouldn't waste time; after work on the third day, he took a taxi directly to pick her up from a place not far from where she lived. After getting in the car, D said he smelled sweaty and needed to go home to change. When the car arrived at D's building, he got out, and my wife prepared to wait for him in the car. D said, "Come on up, my parents don't live with me, I live alone, come on up and sit for a while." My wife hesitated for a moment, then got out of the car and said, "Okay!" D called a taxi and left first.
My wife subconsciously probably knew what would happen after going upstairs, but she was still unsure, so she followed D upstairs in a daze. On the third floor, in an old-style building, the corridor was rather dark. D opened the door and went in, and my wife followed. Suddenly, D kicked the door shut, grabbed my wife, and panted, "Lulu, I love you so much, I love you to death! From the first moment I saw you, I went crazy. These past few days, you've been on my mind every single second..." My wife was stunned by his sudden behavior and tried to push him away, "What are you doing? What are you doing?"... Helplessly, her mouth was roughly sealed by D's passionate tongue. D held my wife's head, his tongue desperately trying to penetrate her mouth. My wife resisted for less than a minute before she was passionately kissing D—a real fire of passion! My wife leaned against the wall, and Mr. D rubbed his warm, hard penis against her genitals. After several minutes of French kissing, my wife went limp, her body burning, and her face flushed red. Mr. D then carried her to the bed, frantically removing her dress and bra, grabbing her breasts and sucking them hard. My wife was already dazed, her eyes glazed as she enjoyed Mr. D's roughness and passion. While kissing her breasts, Mr. D kept rubbing his penis against her genitals. When he felt her genitals overflowing with desire and her whole body opening up, Mr. D pulled off her panties, spread her legs, and slowly but firmly inserted his hard penis. My wife let out a heart-wrenching scream, and Mr. D was startled, quickly pulling out. My wife immediately grabbed Mr. D's buttocks and pressed down, crying, "No, no, no! I want it! I want it!" So D began a frenzied, rapid thrusting, incredibly hard and fast, like pile driving at a construction site (as my wife described it)... For about half an hour, my wife screamed wildly, moaning ecstatically, clinging to D's buttocks, urging him to hurry, hurry, saying it felt so full, so good! D didn't change positions. My wife's screams were so loud that D used his mouth to silence her, giving her a deep French kiss. My wife was completely overwhelmed! Finally, with a beastly roar, D released his pent-up semen, throbbing powerfully through his engorged vas deferens, into my wife's vagina. My wife, with rapid "ahs," reached orgasm simultaneously with D... After calming down
, D asked my wife how it felt. She said it felt so good. "When you first went in, it hurt a little, it felt a little full, but you filled me up completely. I've never felt so completely filled before, it feels so good! And you thrust so fast, so hard, I love this feeling!" D said, "You seem so quiet and gentle, I never expected you to be so loud and have such a strong desire!" He then asked, "How many orgasms did you have?" My wife replied, "From the moment you penetrated me until you ejaculated, I was enjoying orgasms the whole time!"... (I never expected my wife to be so provocative in front of others; this is something she told me herself later. My wife is so sexy, I love my sexy wife the most! Writing this, I couldn't help myself and masturbated again for my sexy wife.)
After our first time, D and my wife were whispering sweet nothings and kissing in bed. D would occasionally tug at my wife's nipples and touch her vagina. My wife loves kissing, and when the kiss reached its climax, D's penis became hard again, as hard as iron. D guided my wife's hand to his penis and asked her to stroke it for him. My wife grabbed his large penis and was startled. During sex, she had felt that his penis was big, but she hadn't expected it to be this big. I got up and took a closer look. Good heavens, this thing is huge! How did it even get in?! So I started stroking it, occasionally licking it.
Just how big is Mr. D's penis? I asked my wife many times afterward, and she described it to me many times. My wife and I had watched porn together before, and she said Mr. D's penis was about the same size as the black men's penises in porn, just not as long. She said that very few Chinese men have such a big penis. My wife gestured to me, making a "C" shape with her thumb and forefinger, saying that's how thick Mr. D's was. And the thickness of most Chinese men's penises is probably about the same as the closed "o" shape my wife made with her thumb and forefinger, about a third or half the thickness of Mr. D's.
My wife was stunned and fascinated by his thick, powerful penis. She couldn't resist licking it, thoroughly enjoying herself. Mr. D, while caressing my wife's round, white, and perky buttocks, couldn't help but exclaim, "What a beauty!" Then he rolled over and knelt behind her, thrusting into her from behind. Another intense session ensued, with my wife still screaming and moaning loudly. When Mr. D was enjoying himself, he ordered my wife to call him "Daddy," which she repeated repeatedly. Mr. D asked if it felt better to be with him or with her husband, and my wife replied that it felt better with him. This time, the encounter lasted longer than the first. They tried several positions: rear entry, side entry, my wife sitting on top of Mr. D and rocking back and forth. Finally, my wife reached orgasm while lying on top of him. ...That day, we had sex twice at Mr. D's house. After dinner, my wife went home to sleep, exhausted.
As fate would have it, when my wife and Mr. D were in the heat of passion, she hadn't thought about using a condom. Only after things had gotten good did she remember. She said to D, "Oh no, I forgot to use a condom! You ejaculated so much today, what if I get pregnant? Hurry downstairs and buy me some emergency contraception, taking pills is bad for your health!" D smiled and said, "Honey, don't worry, you don't need to take any pills. I'm infertile! My sperm count is too low, I've been to the hospital several times. My girlfriend was with me for three years, and we couldn't get pregnant, so we broke up last year." Her wife was skeptical: "Really?" D said seriously, "There's no reason for me to lie to you. I never lie to my friends, let alone to a girl I like. If I ever find out I'm lying, you can leave me anytime. You have a family and children, I won't hurt you." Her wife told her that after spending two days with him, she thought he had a good personality and was easygoing. He was honest about his situation and never boasted about how great he was or how rich he was. He was just very humorous and had a sweet tongue. A woman's intuition told her she believed him, and that night she didn't take any pills. Later, it was confirmed that D was an honest person and hadn't lied.
After that, things spiraled out of control. My wife and Mr. D had sex about 100 times over a year, from the summer of 2006 to the end of 2007, without ever using a condom. She couldn't get pregnant; Mr. D was indeed infertile.
My wife and Mr. D's relationship started in the summer of 2006 and ended at the end of 2007. This was because my wife wanted to return to her family; continuing like this would lead to feelings developing, which wasn't our intention. Also, my wife was fickle and found Mr. D stingy and miserly with money. She was used to spending lavishly at home, and seeing Mr. D's stinginess, coupled with the initial excitement fading, led to a negative impression of him. Furthermore, Mr. D wasn't very tactful; he ate noodles very noisily, which my wife found extremely embarrassing… In short, when Mr. D tried to chat with my wife on QQ, she was very cold, and eventually stopped chatting altogether. Around the end of 2007 or the beginning of 2008, my wife deleted him from QQ. Later, I heard from one of my wife's best friends that Mr. D married a teacher who didn't care about his infertility. That's a story for later.
My wife dated Mr. D for a year and a half, and we have many wonderful memories. In the next installment, "My Wife's First Lover (Part 3)," I will select a few of their classic moments to share with you—all of which actually happened.
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Friends with similar experiences can add me on QQ to chat. If we get along, we can become friends in real life.
At the same time, we welcome quality couples from Shenzhen and surrounding areas like Dongguan, Huizhou, and Guangzhou, as well as single men with large penises, good health, and easygoing personalities to contact me. Let's chat first, make friends. Everything will happen naturally.
I am a very cautious and patient person. Therefore, those who are impatient, eager to succeed, or lack patience should not add me. Thank you!

To be continued----

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