That year, it was our first time together (5)

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My heart clenched. I stared wide-eyed, but couldn't see anything clearly. I only sensed the movement was shallow, and judging from the distance between his hips and her vulva, it didn't seem like he was actually inside. Suddenly, I wondered if he was using a glans penis for foreplay.
—Where's the condom?
—Is she wearing one?
I was getting anxious, worried that she might lose her senses in a moment of impulse and have sex with him naked. The movements inside became more intense, and her moans grew louder, but judging from the distance between his hips, it still didn't seem like he was actually inside her (unless he was a human).
...Should I go in now? If I do, he hasn't even started yet? Will I feel too much pressure and get soft again?
...But if I don't go in, I...
I had a pot of hot oil under my feet, and I didn't know what to do.
I said I wouldn't watch, that I'd only come in when they got really intense, but now that I'd seen, I was anxious. After all, this was the first time my wife had sex with someone else, and it was without my presence. I was worried about her safety.
Suddenly, he was whispering something inside. She stopped, and the two spoke in hushed tones, indistinctly, but I seemed to hear her say, "Maybe...&@#...."
A moment later, he sat up and reached for something towards the bedside table. I realized it was about condoms (later I learned she was still wearing a thong, and he was just holding the tip of his penis through her underwear, which I hadn't seen). I had discussed this with my wife beforehand, prioritizing safety, and it seemed she insisted. (Afterwards, she told me she felt very good from his teasing, and several times she almost wanted him to go in without a condom. —This seductive wife, outwardly reserved and noble, but once aroused, she's...).
But if she used 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 was so passionate, natural, and cooperative, like... like they were a couple, a married couple!! And what about me?
I started to feel an unbearable bitterness.
But things unfolded exactly as expected. Our worries weren't unfounded. Even though I gave him and his wife some alone time, he still couldn't get past the condom hurdle—he was still putting it on when he went soft again (I later learned that the condom made him feel rejected by her).
She sat up, tilted her head back to kiss him, and used her hands to help him masturbate. He cupped her face in his hands, kissing her greedily. Soon after, he laid her down again, kneeling between her legs. Quickly, her seductive moans returned, each one like a knife scraping my heart, each one like celestial music, captivating my soul. My penis swelled rapidly again.
Why were her moans so alluring, so beautiful, so much 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 slinging over his shoulders and back, squeezing him tightly, then pressing her lower body against his mouth as if he wasn't putting in enough effort.
Seeing her so unrestrained and wanton under his mouth, I felt a surge of bitterness, yet at the same time, a tingling, immense excitement ran through me.
Why? I couldn't answer. Perhaps witnessing this previously unseen, wanton side of her led to all of this.
Perhaps most cuckolds feel the same way. You thought you were her only one, that 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, leaving you both bitter and incredibly excited.
However, the subsequent developments were far from the torment and stimulation I experienced. Just when I thought she had become utterly wanton, I soon witnessed a side of her that surpassed my expectations. She actually began to actively seduce me:
... "Do you like me, sister?..."
... "Hmm... Is sister's bottom tasty?..."
... "Want me to let you do this for the rest of my life?"... (What? For the rest of my life??)
... "Sister loves your slutty tongue so much, I want your big xx to fuck me, do you want to come on top, hmm?..." While
she was pleasuring me with her mouth, she kept nodding and moaning.
Just as my body was about to go numb from listening, I heard—
... "Oh... Oh... Do you want to be my little husband, hmm... ah... oh..."
Little husband???!
She even said that? My mind went blank, buzzing...
I don't know what she quickly replied, but she chuckled with extreme happiness, as if overflowing with satisfaction from the bottom of her heart, her voice so seductive it made my soul go haywire. Then, under his increasingly frenzied verbal stimulation, she quickly became like a fish held captive, writhing and jumping in his hands, desperately trying to break free, her ecstasy and screams echoing through the room…
I didn't want to write down her words, because they undeniably expressed her complete and utter openness to him, at least for that moment. This cruelly revealed my failure as a husband and as a man at that moment (she should have known I was spying on her, yet she still blurted those words out to him). Every single word she said to him drastically overturned my understanding of her!! But to fully recount the truth of this event, and why I later felt the need to pursue her again, I wrote it all down.

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