The Cuckolded Couple's Confession of Offering His Wife (Part 3) (Reprinted)

The next day, I told the single man everything on QQ. He replied quickly: "I

knew you'd do this sooner or later. Once you overcome your inhibitions and come to terms with it, everything will be simple. Why

torture yourself like this? It's exhausting for both of us. You have a strong desire for cuckoldry deep down; you're a

typical cuckold. If you can't achieve it, you'll live a life of utter despair, even a living hell

, and it will severely damage your relationship with your wife.

" Hearing this, I was practically surrendering.

He continued: "Since it's come to this, there's no time to lose. These things need to be

done while the iron is hot. Take advantage of your wife's hesitation and wavering now, otherwise, if you drag it out, the initial excitement will fade, and things

will revert to

the same old routine. I'll try to go on a business trip to Shandong at the end of the month." I was terrified. It was finally happening; I just hadn't expected it to be so soon.

I asked: "So, how will the first time be? Will it be the three of us together, or just my wife and you alone?"

I hoped the single man would suggest playing together, but I was disappointed.

"I suggest you have your wife and I play alone the first time. The first time is crucial. Success

will be a good start, but failure might mean she'll never play again. So, you

should let her experience it herself the first time. And in my experience, women are often reserved the first time if their husbands are around.

They're afraid their husbands will see their wanton side, or that it

might leave a lasting negative impact and cause marital discord."

I thought of another problem: what if my wife doesn't want to play if it's just the two of you?

A thought for a moment: "Let me ask you something honestly. If we go this time, what's your bottom line

? Do you want us to just meet and chat, or maybe have some light physical contact, like holding hands or hugging?

Or is the ultimate goal to have sex? "

I paused, gritted my teeth, and typed: "As long as my wife is willing, everything is up to you.

" A seemed satisfied: "Hmm, now I have a better understanding."

I suddenly realized something: "But we have an agreement, no forcing my wife, no coercion.

" "Don't worry about that," I said, "I've never forced any woman; they've all been willing. Besides,

there's no point in that. I'm attracted to women who, after I've 'trained' them, accept me both physically and mentally. However

, if your wife's attitude is half-hearted, that's a different story.

" "What do you mean?"

the man explained: "It means that if your wife is half-hearted, it actually means her inner defenses have already

wavered. She's not particularly resistant physically, but just reluctantly resisting or

struggling due to face-saving and moral constraints. At this point, you absolutely cannot let go; you should use some forceful methods appropriately.

Do you understand?"

I immediately pictured my wife half-heartedly resisting AAA's advances, swallowing

hard: "Yes, I understand."

AAA seemed very satisfied: "Yeah, we've talked for so long and put in so much effort; it's time to reach a conclusion."

Haha, of all the couples I've played with, I've talked to you two the longest and put in the most effort. Anyway,

we should have achieved something by now. Your wish to be cuckolded should be fulfilled soon.

His words always excite and thrill me.

I still feel the chances of it happening in real life the first time are slim. I reminded A: But I still don't think it'll work.

After all, my wife is a teacher, and she had a very strict and traditional upbringing. Once in middle school, she

talked to a male classmate on the street, and her father saw her. She was scolded and cowered when she got home. She

didn't start dating until she was twenty-four or twenty-five .

A said: In my experience, women with stricter upbringing and more traditional values are

often more likely to cheat. This is because they were previously too restrained and strict. But people have a rebellious streak. Once they are in

a certain environment, a certain atmosphere, and are tempted, and given the right conditions, their chances of cheating

are higher than those women who seem less disciplined and have poor morals. I understand them very well.

What can I do for A, this expert, besides admire him?

We started discussing the specific details of the meeting, such as how to contact each other a few days beforehand, and

what my wife and I should do. A specifically reminded us to avoid meeting during my wife's period. I agreed to everything,

and we exchanged phone numbers. A promised to keep me updated on his and my wife's progress.

Then A asked me a question that excited me: "When you invite your wife out, what would you want her

to do? In terms of clothing?"

Without hesitation, I typed: "I want my wife to dress sexily, in a short skirt, high heels, and stockings

to meet you."

"Want to wear makeup?"

"Yes, just a little bit." "Okay, we're on the same page. I really like women wearing high heels and stockings, especially black semi-sheer stockings

. It makes me feel even more aroused. However, don't try to persuade her to wear those, since she doesn't know we

've been secretly plotting to play with her. If you suggest she wear those, it'll be too direct and she'll become suspicious.

Just tell her to dress nicely when you go out; it's a matter of respecting yourself and others.

I'll talk to her about this online. I'll tell her that I hope she dresses ladylike when we meet.

Women look most feminine in high heels and stockings; it makes them look dignified and elegant, yet beautiful and sexy,

leaving a good impression. See how she reacts. You need to pay attention to whether she

wears them. If she doesn't, it means she might still have some inner conflict, worried that

dressing too sexy for a strange man is inappropriate, and she might be wary. If she does wear them, it means she trusts me completely."

If she's not particularly resistant to me anymore, then it's basically a success.

"Okay, I'll do everything you say."

"There's one more question. Has your wife used contraception? Should I wear a condom the first time?

What do you want me to do?"

"She has an IUD, but for the first time, isn't it safer to wear a condom?"

"Oh, that's great. You don't understand, for healthy men and women, it's best not to use

a condom during intercourse; it's beneficial for both of their health. Besides, what do you want to see? Do you want me to enter your wife's body with a condom on,

and then remove the condom along with my semen? Or do you want to see the real friction between my flesh and your wife's flesh, and then

I ejaculate inside your wife, and then the white semen flows out of her vagina along with my penis?

Which scenario do you think is more exciting?

" "This... of course, the latter is more exciting."

I have to admit, he always manages to easily stir up my cuckoldry complex, accurately hitting my most

genuine and vulnerable thoughts, leaving me utterly defeated.

I was still a little uneasy: "Did you use condoms when you were with those couples before?"

"Yeah, most of the time I used condoms, but that's because we didn't use any contraception. It always felt unreal.

I didn't expect your wife to have an IUD. That's for the best. This way, not only will our encounters be more real and enjoyable,

but your desires will also be more satisfied. After all, unprotected sex and ejaculation inside your wife's body

truly mean possession and intercourse, that's when I'm truly cuckolded, don't you think?"

I was completely defeated. To be honest, deep down I also longed for the scenario he described. Having

sex with a condom means there's no intimate contact between the genitals; how can that be considered real intercourse? Fine, since

we're going to take this step, I'll accept it completely. Like the saying goes, if you can't resist rape, lie down.
He emphasized again: "No matter what happens, whether or not your wife and I sleep together,

you must do your best to caress and comfort her when she gets home, completely dispelling any anxieties or worries she may have." If

you don't sleep with her, it means the timing isn't right, and you can't force it. However, there might be physical contact, like hugging or kissing,

which will have some impact on her. When you comfort her afterward, she'll quickly overcome these feelings.

If you do sleep with her, she'll feel guilty and ashamed when she gets back. Your comfort will make her feel your

love, and she'll love you even more. She'll also be more likely to fulfill your every wish in the future

.

I readily agreed.

For the next few days, we proceeded according to plan. He asked me to continue teasing and arousing my wife, while he

chatted with her online, showering her with affection and constantly reminding her to take care of her health and well-being, doing everything he could

to make her completely lower her guard and feel genuinely grateful and close to him. This two-pronged approach naturally yielded

extraordinary results. At night, once the children were asleep, a single glance, a gesture, or a subtle

hint was enough for us to tumble into bed and engage in unrestrained, passionate sex. I would constantly provoke and arouse her, making

her imagine she was having an affair with A, and calling her a slut, a whore, a whore who seduces other men. She would then

call out A's name wantonly, begging him to fuck her roughly, possess her, and ejaculate inside her, lewdly saying she wanted to spend the whole night with

him, and that she was a whore, a prostitute, and loved cheating on her husband. We both enjoyed this immensely, fully savoring

the taste of transgression.

In ordinary times, I would try not to mention her and A. This was something A taught me; when women are not passionate,

they are very rational and emotional, and also very principled, afraid of accidentally crossing the line and doing

something immoral. So, bringing up these things might offend my wife and ruin all my efforts.

Finally, one day, my wife quietly said to me, "A is coming to Jinan this Saturday and said he wants to treat me to

dinner tonight. What should I do? Go or not?"

My heart was pounding, but I tried to remain calm and said, "Go, he helped us before, and besides, if he's going to treat

us, we should be the ones to pay."

My wife hesitated a bit, "Wouldn't it be bad if I went alone? Let's go together?"

I said, "It's just a meal, a chat, it's good to make friends. I haven't talked to him before, and we're not

close. Besides, he's only inviting you; it wouldn't be appropriate for me to suddenly join in."

I tried to speak in a calm tone to downplay and dispel my wife's anxiety.

The night before, my wife and I lay in bed, and as A had suggested, I tried not to bring up the

dinner between A and my wife.

My wife asked me, "Are you really not going tomorrow? I've never met him online; will anything happen?"

I reassured her, "No, it's just a meal together, a chat."

My wife said, "But..."

I asked, "But what?"

My wife hesitated. I guess she wanted to say that she and A had chatted online about so many

things that clearly went beyond the boundaries of normal friendship, and she'd even looked at pictures of A's younger brother. How could she possibly face him in person? But my wife was afraid I

'd press her about what they'd talked about that crossed the line, so she hesitated and didn't want to say. Then she asked about things like

what to be mindful of during the meal, how long to eat, whether to exchange gifts, and etiquette. I found it a little funny,

thinking, "You'll really think it's just a meal, but actually, A will want to eat you." At the same time, a bitter feeling welled

up inside me. Tomorrow, just tomorrow, my wife, my love, my lifelong love, will most likely

betray me and have sex with another man. I will truly join the ranks of cuckolded men. Thinking of this,

I couldn't help but give a bitter smile. My wife asked me what I was laughing at. What could I say at this moment? I just

shook my head slightly: "Nothing, I'm just laughing at the ridiculous people in the world." My wife didn't understand what I meant and rolled her eyes at me:

"Crazy!"

The next morning, everything was normal. After her afternoon nap, around 3 p.m., my wife started getting busy—taking

a shower, drying her hair, looking for clothes, and finding her makeup box. I pretended to watch TV and didn't interfere.

After a long while, my wife finally came out of the inner room: "Honey, do you think I look okay dressed like this for dinner?"

I looked up and my mouth dropped open. My wife wore a cream-colored sleeveless silk mini-dress (she prefers

simple colors, either white or pink, and rarely buys clothes with color blocking). The upper part, from the chest

to the shoulders, was made of transparent lace, clearly showing the two bra straps underneath. It hugged her slender

waist, and her fair, rounded arms were bare. She wore ultra-thin, sheer flesh-colored stockings, which made her

already shapely thighs and calves appear even whiter, smoother, and sexier. On her feet were a pair of

cream-colored lace-up peep-toe peep-toe high-heeled shoes (I like my wife to wear high heels, and I've bought her several pairs in various styles and

colors, mostly 7-10 cm high, but she really doesn't like wearing them, always saying they rub her feet and

are inconvenient to walk in; she only wears them occasionally for special occasions). These shoes made her already slim figure appear even more graceful, making her look

almost 170 cm tall. Her long, wavy hair cascaded down her cheeks, exuding maturity and charm. Her face was lightly

made up, fair with a rosy glow. Her eyelashes were curled upwards with curlers, and her large eyes were captivating, yet also held

a pure and innocent quality. A fragrant breeze wafted over, and I was completely mesmerized.

My wife, seeing my dazed expression, chuckled: "What's wrong? What are you staring at like that? Is it okay or not

?"

I'd forgotten what I was talking about: "What do you mean, 'okay or not'?"

My wife said: "It's just that you're wearing this to dinner."

Oh no, I sighed inwardly. My wife was wearing high-heeled stockings. Although they weren't the black stockings A favored,

they were enough. Just as A had predicted, everything was proceeding according to A's plan, everything was irreversibly

unfolding, everything… I was already distracted, my face probably a little unnatural.

My wife seemed to notice something was wrong and was about to say something, but I steeled myself, immediately putting on a smile, and said: "

It's fine, it's just that your lips are a little dry and look dark." My wife turned and went back inside. When she came out a while later, her lips were

lightly coated with lipstick, looking luscious and vibrant. My heart ached again, a mix of emotions swirling within me. I didn't know whether to smile

or not.

I lied to the child, saying that a parent of one of my students wanted to invite her to dinner. As the whole family left,

while the child went downstairs first, I hugged my wife tightly from behind, as if afraid of losing her. My wife turned and asked

what was wrong. My throat was dry, and my voice was hoarse: "Honey, eat slowly. Don't rush back. I'm at home taking care of the child

. If anything happens, call my cell phone.

" My wife didn't seem to understand what I was saying. As she was about to go downstairs, I hugged her again and murmured, "Honey,

I love you. I'll accept whatever you do."

My wife slapped my hand: "Go away, go away. What can I do? I'm just going to eat. I'll probably be back in a bit.

Don't overthink it. The child is waiting downstairs."

My wife had mentioned that A was staying at the Huaneng Hotel in Jinan, and the place where he invited her to dinner was also at Huaneng. Perhaps

A considered that his wife, being a teacher, knew many parents and children, and that eating out might lead to them bumping into each other.

Therefore, A decided to treat his wife to dinner at a hotel. There happened to be a McDonald's not far from the Huaneng Hotel on Quancheng Road

, and the children had been clamoring for it. So, we took a taxi; I took the children to eat Western food and dropped

my wife off at the Huaneng Hotel. In the car, my wife's phone rang. She said a few words, said she'd be there soon,

and hung up. I guessed A had already made arrangements, perhaps he couldn't wait any longer and

called to check on things.

In the blink of an eye, we arrived next to the Huaneng Hotel. Because parking was difficult due to heavy traffic, my wife hurriedly

got out of the car with her small bag, waved to me, and walked towards the hotel. Watching her receding figure, I felt as if

the hotel was a lion's gaping maw, and my wife was like an unsuspecting little rabbit hopping

towards it.

What followed was a long, agonizing wait. My child ate McDonald's with relish, but I had no appetite.

Time ticked by, and I constantly checked my phone, afraid of missing any

messages from A and my wife. But things didn't go as planned. Since my wife entered the hotel, neither A nor my wife had sent me any messages

. I was frantic. Several times I wanted to text my wife and A, but I forced myself to hold back. Those conflicting

emotions were controlling me. On one hand, I hoped something would happen between A and my wife; on the other hand, I was afraid they would actually

do something, and even hoped it wouldn't happen so soon, that they could meet a few times, get to know each other, and develop feelings before it

happened. What should I do? Stop it immediately? Calling my wife back might still be in time, but several times I dialed

her number, I blocked it before I could even send the call. What am I doing?

What am I thinking? To be honest, even now, I still hope 60% that they were just having dinner and chatting,

30% that they might just hold hands, hug, or even kiss and caress each other, and only 10% that

they might actually sleep together. I still think that maybe they were just having dinner and chatting, maybe my wife didn't even

like him, let alone sleep with him, maybe she had already finished eating but her phone was dead and she couldn't contact me

.

But maybe…maybe they really did sleep together? This thought suddenly popped into my head, like a heavy hammer

hitting my heart directly. I felt a sudden tightness in my chest, my vision blurred for a moment, and I looked up at the dining room, but

the lights were still bright. I immediately comforted myself: Impossible, my wife is definitely not that kind of person. She's so innocent

, so chaste, how could she sleep with someone she met online after just one meeting? Even though they had chatted online for so long…

It's a very private topic, but A once told me that although he had hinted at his strong feelings for his wife, she had never

said anything too extreme, let alone mentioned sleeping together. But what's the situation now?

How far have they progressed? Why do I have such a strong feeling, even though I had prepared for the worst?

I'm like an ant on a hot plate, unable to stand or sit still, unable to eat anything, leaving my child

looking at me with confusion. I couldn't hold back any longer and sent A a short message: How's

it going?

After a while, A replied: Eating.

I felt a little relieved and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it probably hadn't come to that. But at the same time, another

feeling surfaced. Humans are truly strange creatures. Knowing that A and his wife were doing normal things,

I felt a strange sense of loss. I asked myself: What happened to my original expectations? What happened to the steamy and exciting scenes you hoped to see between

A and his wife? What happened to the cuckolding you've been searching for all these years? Are you

still unable to take that step?

I even sent A another text like this: Is it really that simple? Hugs, kisses, caresses?

Another long silence, no response. I wonder what A's feelings will be after seeing this?

Will he think I'm encouraging him to take my wife? Or will he think I don't trust them to do anything inappropriate? Or

is he secretly laughing at me: I'm not even in a hurry to take your wife, yet you're more eager than me? I even regret

sending that message.

The child was fussy and wanted to sleep, so I had to take him away from McDonald's. Passing the Huaneng Hotel, I turned and stared

at it, hoping to see something, but I saw nothing, only a sea of people. I hoped to hear something

, but I heard nothing, only noise and clamor. Suddenly, I had this feeling: the towering hotel

looked down at me, its flashing neon lights winked at me, and passersby gave me sidelong glances. Were they

mocking me, this psychologically dirty and perverted man? Are they clearly witnessing

what's happening between A and his wife? Can they understand my despicable actions? I feel like I've been stripped naked,

standing naked in the street, with people looking at me like I'm a monster, scorning and laughing at me.

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