The licentiousness of my first love's wife

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My wife and I were each other's first love. From then on, a new couple, cycling together, graced the university campus in the southern provincial capital. My wife, innocent and happy, sat on the back, while I, gripping the handlebars, felt as if I held our shared happiness in my hands, speeding along the tree-lined paths of the campus. Soon, a year passed, and my wife graduated from university. Almost without hesitation, she chose to stay in the city. I found a place to live near the campus, moved her belongings there, and we moved in together. She started her first job, earning a meager salary, and we lived contentedly as a couple, unaware of the looming crisis. My wife's parents disapproved of her choice. And my wife had never told me this fact. One night, after we made love, my wife told me that her father had asked someone to find her a job in G city, a tourist city in a neighboring province, and that he insisted she go. She asked me, "If I go, will it be the end for us?" I rationally analyzed the potential consequences of distance, and after hearing it, she cried, and we hugged each other tightly. A few days later, I took her luggage and saw her off on the train heading south. And I, facing graduation, was simultaneously juggling job hunting and postgraduate entrance exams. I had no time for sadness, throwing myself into the intense graduation process. By March 2009, the postgraduate entrance exam results were released, and the job search outcome was largely clear. I had basically decided to pursue my master's degree at my current university. Although I desperately wanted to work, the power of the 2009 financial crisis was truly astonishing. Despite my efforts, I couldn't find a satisfactory job. Having settled my future, I finally bought a ticket to G city for the first time. I bought the cheapest green-skinned train ticket, a 10-hour journey at night, arriving at 5 a.m., and then took a motorcycle taxi to my wife's place. In the cold wind, she was waiting for me at the entrance of the complex in her pajamas. The moment I saw her, a feeling of happiness welled up inside me. After finishing the pork rib soup she had stewed, I hurriedly took a shower, while she was already waiting for me in bed. I lifted the covers, her familiar scent filling my nostrils. I pressed myself against her, skillfully kissing her lips, exploring her fragrant tongue. My wife cooperated, extending her tongue, and we intertwined. My fingers explored my wife's private parts, which were already overflowing with moisture. I joked, "So wet already?" My wife didn't answer, but held me tightly, her small hand reaching for my penis. Of course, I was already fully erect! I thrust in all the way, and my wife was incredibly wet and hot inside. She had already begun to writhe passionately. It had been so long since our bodies had been intertwined; it was hot and intense. I stayed in G City for five days, and in those five days, I seemed to release all the pent-up energy I had accumulated over the past year. Every day, I would cook dinner, wait for my wife to come home, eat, take a shower, and then have sex. The next morning, it was always the same. Summer vacation came, and I stayed in G City for two whole months. It was during these two months that my wife and I's lives changed. G City is a tourist city, with unparalleled scenery. While my wife was at work, I would buy groceries, and the rest of the time I would play. I visited every place in G City that was worth visiting, but eventually, I returned to my computer. Finally, as my friends guessed, I came across cuckoldry novels. Before this, I had watched countless pornographic films, but I was practically immune to them all. Even the most beautiful actresses couldn't arouse my interest. On the contrary, cuckoldry novels made my penis stand erect and incredibly excited. At that time, I read all sorts of cuckoldry novels, of all types. I unconsciously fantasized about the female protagonists in the novels as my girlfriends, often unable to distinguish whether the beautiful women being violated by migrant workers/perverts/classmates in the novels were my own girlfriends or someone else. Seeking stimulation, I would take out my penis and masturbate, imagining my girlfriend having sex with a muscular man according to the plot of the erotic novels. My favorite scene at that time was a man with a huge penis lying on his back, while my girlfriend sat naked on top of him, his huge penis inserted into her vagina. My girlfriend was touching her breasts, her waist twisting wildly. Every time I fantasized about this, I would ejaculate in less than two minutes. After ejaculating, there was an endless emptiness... Day after day, I felt more and more that I was falling into it. When I have sex with my girlfriend, I start fantasizing. I even say things like I want other people to join in on her. Sometimes she'll cooperate, sometimes she'll stay silent. My friends usually use the word "training," but it doesn't quite fit my relationship with my girlfriend. Shortly after discovering this fetish, one late night after we'd made love, I told my girlfriend about it with deep sincerity. I said, "I have something to tell you, don't be afraid." My girlfriend said, "What is it? Don't scare me." I said, "You might not be able to accept it, but you must believe me, I will never hurt you. I'm telling you this because I feel I can't bear this pressure alone anymore." My girlfriend said, "Go ahead." I said, "I want you to have sex with someone else." I paused, and my girlfriend didn't speak. I continued, "Maybe I've read too much porn, but I especially like to fantasize about you having sex with someone else. It excites me. And now I truly feel it; I really want you to have sex with someone else. I want to see someone else's penis inside your vagina. I want to see you reach orgasm under another man's thrusting. I love you very much, and the more I love you, the stronger this strange thought becomes." I remember we talked until very late that night, but I was mostly the one doing the talking. I can't remember exactly what we talked about. Finally, my girlfriend said, "Don't worry, and don't feel pressured. Try to read less of those pornographic stories." I knew it was impossible to convince her in a short time. For someone who doesn't have this strange fetish, this is tantamount to inhumanity! In the days that followed, our love remained as strong as ever, and we both avoided mentioning the topic. After a while, I started saying things like, "Let's find a hunky guy to fuck you together," during our lovemaking to provoke her, and my girlfriend slowly began to respond, sometimes even tacitly cooperating. From her body, I could clearly feel the effects of these catalysts. She was noticeably more lubricated, and her hip movements became more frenzied. Sometimes, she would ask me, "What kind of guy are you going to find to fuck me?" I would tell her, "What kind do you like?" "I like handsome guys, a little chubby." I would say, "Okay, then let's find a handsome guy, his penis is really big, much bigger than mine. Let's both put our penises into your vagina at the same time!" My girlfriend would innocently say, "How can we put two in at the same time?" From then on, we had a new way of flirting during our lovemaking. Its effect was obvious, making both my girlfriend and me excited and stimulated. However, after I ejaculated, I felt a sense of weariness, and even a little aversion to the idea of cuckolding. Instinctively avoiding further thought about the issue is actually a subconscious form of escapism. When sober, my girlfriend never mentioned the affair. It's fair to say that the fantasies during sex didn't actually advance the relationship. At most, they allowed her to imagine the scenario and experience the thrill. Two huge barriers had to be overcome for my girlfriend to finally agree to play this adult game with me: safety and love. Safety mainly stemmed from concerns about public criticism of such outrageous behavior; if exposed, it would certainly lead to disgrace and immense shame. Another aspect of safety was the potential danger posed by our chosen partner, including their health issues and the risks associated with their poor character. Love was my girlfriend's deepest concern. She was constantly troubled by why her boyfriend was so eager for her to sleep with other men. Before she could be sure of me, she suspected I no longer loved her and was scheming against her? Or, most likely, that I was using her as a bargaining chip to get sex with other women. Thanks to my analysis of my girlfriend's psychology, I used a slow and persuasive approach to gradually resolve her anxieties. I read a lot of erotic articles on some specialized websites, including analyses of the psychology of cuckolds, some of which were quite insightful. I also searched for articles on sexual psychology and benefited greatly. Some foreign pornographic films depict the psychology of cuckolds very well. For example, there's a French film about a nobleman who, after winning the heart of a young and beautiful woman, spends his honeymoon in a castle with his wife. However, the protagonist always avoids having sex with his bride for various reasons. After drinking milk brought to her by a servant, the bride strangely becomes aroused and uncontrollably wants to have sex. The first time is with the young coachman, then the old butler, then a maid, and then two servants simultaneously having sex with the bride, again and again. Each time, the bride waits anxiously for her master's return, and they are very sweet together, but just as they are about to have sex, something interrupts them. Once, the protagonist took the bride to the countryside, and after a passionate encounter, he undressed and was about to have sex when the young coachman arrived, spoke a few words to the master, and then left. The bride watched her husband leave with a sorrowful expression, then followed the coachman to the spot where they had last made love, and began to enjoy herself intensely. All of this, however, was actually orchestrated by the husband, who had been present throughout.Watching his wife make love with the servants. The bride gradually grew to enjoy this carnal pleasure; she began to enjoy group sex, and even without the aphrodisiac milk, she developed a need. The last time the master saw his bride walk from the bedroom to the servants' house, undress herself, and have sex with the servants, he smiled with satisfaction. Finally, the man and his wife left the castle, laughing all the way. The car drove straight to a club, where the master and his beautiful wife entered, greeted by a crowd of men and women. The young wife smiled, removed her coat, revealing her vibrant body, and began caressing one of the men without any hesitation. My girlfriend later watched this movie out of curiosity and thought it was really good, but that's another story. I found an opportunity. My stamina is poor; I usually last less than 10 minutes. My girlfriend was clearly unsatisfied. I really wanted her to be satisfied, to see her reach orgasm. But after all these years, she had never had a powerful orgasm! This was partly due to her constitution, but I was mostly to blame. I told her that I'm still so young, and this situation will only worsen in the future. I'm declining every day, while she'll mature and her sexual needs will become stronger. Men and women have completely opposite trends in their sexual desires. Sexual disharmony plagues almost every couple. Middle-aged couples, outwardly harmonious but inwardly estranged, each immersed in their own world, either arguing endlessly or ignoring each other, often find sexual disharmony a major contributing factor. I sincerely revealed my innermost thoughts to my girlfriend, telling her my most direct ideas without reservation. At that time, it was a huge risk. For those who didn't understand, such a statement could lead to a loss of dignity. Fortunately, my girlfriend understood me. Our relationship is good. We've almost never doubted each other's loyalty. I made great progress in persuading her. She went from initial resistance and doubt to gradually discussing the topic with me calmly, which is important; it means we're discussing it rationally now. But later, I realized that I didn't truly understand her heart, or rather, I didn't truly understand the female mind. Looking back, I suspect that sometime long ago, my girlfriend had already internally agreed to this kind of thing, but out of self-protection or caution, she hid it very well, showing no sign whatsoever. So when she suddenly suggested having sex with a single man for the first time, I was completely stunned! The first experience was incredibly exciting, though I didn't experience it myself; I'll describe it in detail in later chapters. In my second year of graduate school, my girlfriend finally decided to return to the city where I was studying, quitting the job her father had arranged for her and coming back to my side without hesitation. I rented a dormitory room at the university and lived with her. She began seriously preparing for her CPA exam, while I, besides attending classes, worked as a tutor to earn living expenses. Later, we rented a three-bedroom apartment near the university with friends, and the story began in this apartment (but the object of our relationship wasn't what you're guessing, haha). Life went on uneventfully. She later got a job as a finance clerk at a Hong Kong company, and I quit my tutoring job to prepare for my master's thesis, look for a job, and graduate. Occasionally, we'd invite classmates and friends over to our place to play cards. We lived in the master bedroom of the three-bedroom apartment, which had an ensuite bathroom. There were two other bedrooms, and I had several roommates, mostly couples from the same university (but again, disappointing you, it wasn't them). In 2012, I graduated. Several jobs were unsatisfactory, so I tried taking the exam for a public institution in a nearby city and actually got the job, though the working conditions weren't good. I went anyway to make ends meet. During my three-month job training, a college student added me in the courtyard. We chatted and discovered we were alumni. He was a senior, and instantly, trust was established, and we became closer. My wife and I both called him Xiao Zhang. We talked a lot during that time. I learned he had a high school girlfriend studying at a university in his hometown in Jiangsu, whom he rarely saw, and he was very sexually frustrated, masturbating a lot. He also had a cuckold complex, but probably not as deep as mine. I showed Xiao Zhang's picture to my wife, and she said he was quite nice, looking clean. I knew this was high praise, because my wife has a slight case of mysophobia and has a psychological aversion to this. My wife said she didn't want to do it, but we could talk. I desperately wanted to take things further, but she wouldn't agree at all, sometimes even getting angry with me, so I had to give up. I talked a lot with Xiao Zhang, and gradually, I showed him all the nude photos and everyday pictures I had taken of my wife, as well as videos we had recorded of us making love. He was quite familiar with my wife's body. I knew he really wanted to meet my wife, but didn't know how to bring it up. I also probed my wife, asking if she could meet this junior colleague. My wife said, "Is he treating me to dinner?" I said, "The usual practice is for the single man to pay, but he's a student, so it's more appropriate for us to pay. It's just a meal." My wife said, "Then I won't go." Unfortunately, I had already said it, so I had to give up. I really couldn't handle her little woman's mentality. At that time, the biggest obstacle was actually the long-distance relationship between my wife and me. During my training, I went back home once a week, even though the two cities were only 60 kilometers apart. I had been dating Xiao Zhang for about two months. He said he wanted to take the postgraduate entrance exam and wanted to rent an apartment. He suggested renting one of our bedrooms. At that time, a spare bedroom had become available, and my wife had been looking for one to rent out. When I mentioned it to her, she agreed without hesitation. I knew she was worried about the rent. She specifically pointed out that he shouldn't even think about it. Her concern was that Xiao Zhang and I went to the same school, which made us too close. I readily agreed: "I'll do whatever you say. I won't force you if you don't want to." That weekend, I went home, contacted Xiao Zhang, and gave him our address. He rode his bike downstairs, and my wife and I greeted him. He was clearly nervous and flustered. I even felt a little awkward myself. My wife remained calm and didn't say much. It was the first time for all three of us, and we were inexperienced. I showed him the apartment, and he glanced at it and said it was nice. Then we talked about postgraduate entrance exams and graduate studies, and I shared some of my experiences. Xiao Zhang was very polite and thanked me repeatedly. When we parted, he said he would move his things in a few days. So I gave him a set of keys. Two days later, I returned to work, and my wife called to say that Xiao Zhang had moved in. I simply replied that I knew. I asked her, "Is he honest?" My wife said he was very honest; he didn't even dare to look around, haha. Almost two months passed uneventfully, with no progress whatsoever. I had given up hope; it was almost the end of my training, and I was about to be assigned to a work unit. Xiao Zhang went to the school library to study during the day and came back at night. When we chatted, I always encouraged him to talk to my wife more. He said that after my wife came back, she basically locked herself in the master bedroom and wouldn't come out. Our master bedroom has an ensuite bathroom, so she almost never needs to come out. She only appears when cooking. He said that he masturbates while looking at my wife's nude photos at night, with her right next to him but unable to have sex—it's too painful. I couldn't help him. However, Xiao Zhang wasn't as impatient as other single men. He was probably under a lot of academic pressure at that time; he just felt lonely and restless when he returned to his room at night. When I got home on the weekend, my wife and I eagerly started making love. When things got exciting, I started teasing her. I said, "Xiao Zhang is right here, let's call him over." She closed her eyes and surprisingly refused, fully conscious. Another time, when we were both conscious, we agreed, and my wife agreed to let Xiao Zhang join her! I was thrilled and immediately called Xiao Zhang. I told him incoherently, "Come back, your sister-in-law agreed." Xiao Zhang said, "Okay, I'll be right back." Then my wife and I lay in bed. I took off her clothes and started touching her. She became aroused, but slowly started to get nervous. She hesitated: "Honey, let's not do this anymore, I'm so nervous." I said, "It's okay, I'm here." We heard the door open; we knew Xiao Zhang was back. My heart started racing, and my face burned. My wife quickly covered herself with the blanket. Soon after, Xiao Zhang knocked on the door. I said, "Come in." After he entered, he didn't know what to do with his hands. I quickly greeted him, "Hello, senior brother/sister." I almost forgot how I greeted him. My wife and I were sitting on the bed, covered by the blanket, it was very hot. Xiao Zhang was standing in the doorway. I knew I had to make a move, or it would all fall apart. So I said, "I'll play with your sister-in-law for a while, you can join in later." He said, "Okay." I turned over and hugged my wife, she was covered in sweat, and when I kissed her, she kept laughing. Finally, my wife said, "Let's forget it, I can't get into the mood." I was very frustrated, so I had to let him leave first. The first time was a failure.Another month or so passed, and we were still living a dual-city life. One evening, my wife and I were chatting, and she readily brought up the topic of cuckoldry. We'd been talking to a friend in Beijing for years, and my wife was particularly fond of this man, saying that if she ever had the chance to go to Beijing, she'd find him for a threesome. We started fantasizing. Naturally, we ended up role-playing. After our text-based sex session over the phone, I went to bed. Living alone is lonely. The apartment I rented here was very basic, just a place for my wife to stay when she came over. There was no TV, no air conditioning. I could only use my phone. I opened my QQ account for making friends, browsed the chat history in the groups, chatted with a few friends I was chatting with, and seeing that it was getting late, I went to sleep. "Ring ring ring," the phone rang (I like to use retro phone ringtones for my phone's caller ID). I groggily got up to answer the phone, and saw it was my wife calling. Then I looked again and saw it was past 12:30 AM. My wife said, "Honey, are you asleep?" I said, "Yeah, why aren't you asleep yet?" My wife said, "I don't know what's wrong with me today. After talking to you on the phone, I just don't want to sleep." She hesitated, but I didn't notice. I habitually teased her, saying, "Are you feeling puberty? How about I come back now and satisfy you?" My wife said, "It's all your fault! You talked to me about those things, and now I can't sleep. I'm all wet down there, so much fluid." Hearing this, I felt something was amiss, but I still didn't realize that my wife was actually testing me. I said, "Xiao Zhang is next door, why don't you open the door and let him in?" My wife said, "That's not a good idea. Xiao Zhao and his wife are both back." I was completely awake now! I jumped out of bed, my throat suddenly dry. I immediately said, "It's okay, it's so late. They must be asleep already. You've both closed the door, they won't know anything." My wife said, "I will hear it. When Xiao Zhao and his wife are having sex, I can hear his wife moaning." It turned out my wife was really sexually aroused tonight, extremely wanting to have sex. Later, we analyzed that she said that night was probably her ovulation period, hence her particularly strong libido! I knew I had to seize this opportunity. The day I had been longing for had finally arrived, and so unexpectedly! Almost as if I was about to give up, I silently chanted in my heart: Happiness has come too suddenly! I tried my best to calm myself down, but I still felt my mouth was dry, and my whole body inexplicably started to tremble! I knew this was a sign of extreme nervousness. I said, "Honey, are you really ready? Don't worry, everything I've said to you before was sincere. I love you, and I really enjoy making love with you. But I also really enjoy you making love with other people. I like seeing someone else on top of you naked, and I like you getting pleasure." She was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay." I reacted quickly and said, "Go unlock the door. Be gentle when you unlock it. Once the door is open, just wait in bed." My wife said, "Okay." There was a rustling sound on the other end of the phone, then some static, and then a long silence. I kept waiting; time seemed to drag on forever. Finally, my wife spoke: "Honey, are you still there?" "Yes, I'm here." "The door is open." "Okay, are you in bed?" "Yes." "Honey, take all your clothes off now!" After saying that, my face burned, and my throat tightened. I paused, then continued, "I'll call Xiao Zhang now and ask him to come over." My wife didn't say anything, then added, "Tell him not to knock." I said okay, and hung up. My hand trembled as I dialed Xiao Zhang's number. The phone rang only a few times before he answered. "Senior brother?" I said directly, "Your sister-in-law agreed. Go to her room to find him!" "Huh? Isn't that inappropriate? Senior Brother Zhao and the others are there too?" Damn, he used the same excuse as my wife. I said, "It's okay, your sister-in-law has already opened the door. Just open it gently, and close it gently too. She's already completely naked." Xiao Zhang hesitated for a few words, then said okay. Then I hung up. I immediately called again, and my wife answered quickly. I told her I had already told Xiao Zhang, and he would be coming in soon. My wife said insincerely, "You really told him! My good wife, you already think that way, and you still say it like that, it's so fake, haha." But I knew it was just a girl's modesty, so I didn't call her out on it. I was afraid she would back out. My wife said, "I'm so nervous right now, and so hot." I said, "Me too, I'm trembling all over!" I thought I heard a sound, and sure enough, my wife said, "He's coming in." Then I heard a voice, "Sister Qing," Xiao Zhang always calls my wife "Sister Qing" in private. My wife said, "I'm not talking to you anymore." I quickly said, "Okay, then I'll hang up." After hanging up, I crawled into bed. In the June/July weather, I was shivering all over, my teeth chattering, feeling a little cold. I pulled the covers tighter around me, feeling a bit more comfortable. At this moment, Xiao Zhang should already be nestled in my wife's warm bed, caressing her smooth, naked body! I put down my phone, then picked it up again, afraid of disturbing them. After a long, intense struggle, I finally couldn't resist calling my wife. "Hey, how's it going?" My wife's tone was flat: "What do you mean, how's it going? He's right next to me. Hehe." "Did he go in?" "Not yet, he's not hard yet." "Then what are you doing?" "Chatting." Do you think I'm stupid? A man and a woman, both naked, lying in bed, just chatting? I wasn't giving up, and continued, "He's probably nervous, you should encourage him." My wife's tone became impatient, saying, "Yeah, he's really nervous, his whole body is shaking." Then she said, "Don't call again." Although I was internally wounded, I obediently hung up the phone. Time seemed to drag on forever. I waited about half an hour, guessing it should be over by now, but it hadn't actually been that long. My wife said, "Not yet, he's on top of me. I'm hanging up." I understood. The image of Xiao Zhang on top of my wife immediately flashed through my mind. I could almost see Xiao Zhang's penis inside my wife's wet vagina. Strangely, I didn't dwell on that scene. I just tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I lay there, holding my phone near my head, my eyes opening and closing intermittently, glancing at the phone before putting it down again, slowly drifting off to sleep… The phone rang. It was my wife. She said, "He went out." I asked, "Did they do it?" "No, he couldn't get an erection, but I got really wet." I was disappointed. I continued, "Did he touch you?" My wife said, "Yes, he did." And she sounded particularly nonchalant, but it was clearly feigned. I said, "He touched your breasts, didn't he?" I knew I was deliberately being so specific to get some excitement out of it. My wife simply answered, "Yes." I wasn't happy about that. I demanded more details, that she tell me what happened, but she was very reluctant. After much coaxing, she finally told me. She said that after Xiao Zhang came in, he was initially flustered by the bed, making small talk for a few minutes. My wife then asked him to get on the bed, and he did. He took off his pants and got under the covers. They started chatting; my wife asked him about his girlfriend. When I first called, they were indeed chatting. Later, Xiao Zhang started touching my wife's breasts and then licked her nipples. My wife asked him to get on top, and Xiao Zhang pressed himself against her, hugged her, and naturally kissed her. But Xiao Zhang was very nervous, trembling all over. I think this experience must have been incredible for him too. After all, as a single man, it was his first time, and like us, he was filled with wariness, fear, excitement, and thrill! He just couldn't get into it. His wife told me she even tried to guide his slightly erect penis into her vagina with her hand, but it wasn't hard enough to go in; even if it did manage to get in, it would immediately slip out. Finally, Xiao Zhang awkwardly apologized, and after they continued chatting lying down for a while, his wife told him to go home. After hearing his wife's account, I still asked, quite obviously, "Did he touch your vagina?" My wife casually replied, "Yes." I wanted to tell her more, but she laughed it off, saying, "Honey, I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep." I had no choice but to hang up. After hanging up, the room fell silent again… leaving only me, my mind churning. Perhaps because I was so sleepy, many images flashed through my mind: scenes of my wife and I making love, scenes of her entangled with Xiao Zhang, and scenes I often imagined my wife in when reading erotic literature. Recalling all the ways I'd tried to persuade my wife over the years, I felt a little hesitant.I bet I never imagined my wife's first time would happen like this! I laughed strangely again, then suddenly fell into deep thought. I was really looking forward to the weekend so I could rush back and have a threesome with my wife and Xiao Zhang—it was my dream! That night, I fell asleep with these random thoughts running through my mind.

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