I hope my wife has a lover she likes.

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After a period of trying to "develop" a relationship with my wife, and realizing that it was hopeless, I frankly called myself a single man in front of all my fellow "wolves." But the "little secrets" in my heart weren't something I could easily let go of. The "cuckoldry complex" had taken root in my mind. I tried to forget it, but every now and then it would naturally sprout and spread. I was in agony, unable to stop myself, always hoping that my wife would meet someone she liked.

I was always immersed in my fantasies, unable to extricate myself, setting standards for my wife's lover.

They must have met by chance, fallen in love at first sight, and felt like they had known each other forever. My wife would give everything for him besides the family.
Her lover would be tall, fair-skinned, and as fastidious as she was—everything about him would meet my wife's ideal type.
Her lover would be outstanding enough, love her enough, cherish her, and his young body could satisfy all of my wife's needs. The two of them would be in perfect harmony on our wedding bed, their sex life harmonious. (My wife is 34, a truly charming young woman, but unfortunately, she's frigid and experiences painful orgasms, which is one of the reasons we haven't been able to develop

sexual desire over the years.) She and her lover can be "intimate" at home. As long as my wife gives me a simple reason for coming home late, I can find an excuse to cooperate. My wife and her lover think they've successfully cheated on each other, unaware that I'm the one who's making things happen. They can find excitement in their clandestine threesome. If I happen to catch them, I can say they're colleagues or former classmates coming over to talk about something. I laugh it off, taking it all for granted—everyone gets what they want, so why not? My wife can find an excuse to go out and relax, but actually, she and her lover will be on a multi-day trip, engaging in passionate lovemaking. They can pretend to be old classmates in front of me, going out together as a trio, holding hands and making out when I'm not looking, their flustered eyes resembling those of adulterous lovers.
After spending more time together, we can tell each other dirty jokes. My lover and I know each other well enough that we often have dinner together at home. Her lover often harasses my wife in front of me, but I just laugh it off. Although it wasn't explicitly stated, the three of them had developed a tacit understanding, and I believed my wife and her lover had already discussed it privately. They were becoming increasingly open, even embracing in front of me and jokingly calling each other "second husband." I knew that sooner or later they would openly meet in front of me. They had planned everything—or rather, let it happen naturally. The moment I sat down on the sofa, I heard familiar moans coming from the bedroom, their passion raging. Although everything was predictable, witnessing it firsthand still brought a mix of humiliation (their husbands were so disrespectful, their wives were having sex with another man) and excitement (the excitement born from the humiliation). But then I thought, isn't this exactly what I wanted? You could say my wife was setting a trap for me, but wasn't I also setting a trap for them? I gently pushed open the bedroom door. They were engaged in 69 oral sex, so engrossed that they didn't even notice me enter. My wife was completely absorbed and enjoying herself, while the lover instinctively stopped. I simply said, "You two continue," forcing a smile to avoid embarrassment. (The lover's name is Zhang Rui) Zhang Rui invited me to join them. My wife's vagina was already soaking wet, which I wasn't too keen on; I'm a bit of a germaphobe. I said I'd go take a shower first, and they could continue. Although I said it so casually, I couldn't resist coming out to watch them have sex halfway through my shower. They had switched to the missionary position, and that's when I could see the size of Zhang Rui's penis—about seventeen centimeters, evenly thick, and still hard. My wife's eyes were slightly closed, and she was moaning intermittently. She kept calling out, "Husband, fuck me," perhaps at that moment, her real husband and her fake husband no longer mattered to her. When I came back completely clean, my wife was limp in Zhang Rui's arms like mud. It probably hadn't been long since they finished; the wet spots on the sheets had been carefully avoided, and my wife's vagina had been cleaned up. There were tissues soaked with semen in the trash can. Zhang Rui's penis wasn't completely soft yet; it was still erect. Seeing me come over naked, my wife said to me with deep affection, "Let's live together as a family from now on."
This expected sentence came too late. Although I enjoyed the process, I suddenly felt incredibly happy and excited about the result. I hummed in agreement, my heart pounding, and like a beast in heat, I passionately kissed my wife, my already erect penis thrusting into her vagina. Perhaps the wait had been too long, and happiness had come too hard to come by.
After this incident, Zhang Rui and his wife became even more blatant, having sex whenever they wanted, even at home. Sometimes they were naked in the summer, sometimes only wearing the sexy lingerie Zhang Rui had bought. At first, I couldn't accept threesomes, but I gradually got used to it. In the bathroom, the kitchen, on the sofa, Zhang Rui and his wife had sex anytime, anywhere, and it seemed like they deliberately chose to do it when I was there to provoke me. Threesomes usually happened on the big bed, and sometimes Zhang Rui and I would argue about who the real husband was.
All of the above is just my fantasy, a beautiful life I imagine. I don't like being called a cuckold, and I'm not one of those people. As for whether it's a cuckold fetish or a cuckold fetish, I can't tell the difference. Only here can I express my truest thoughts, regardless of whether others like it or not; they reside in my heart. Perhaps that day will truly come, and I hope it will come soon, so my heart won't suffer any longer.

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