The Cuckolded Couple's Confession of Offering His Wife (Part 2) (Reprinted)

After getting into bed that night, I was a bit distracted, constantly thinking about these things. My wife noticed something was wrong and

thought something was wrong at work, so she asked me what was going on. I suddenly really wanted to know her true thoughts, so I

asked her: "If you and AAA really met, would you really sleep with him?"

My wife was taken aback, probably not expecting me to ask such a question, and

didn't know how to answer or what my purpose was.

I said: "Don't worry, honey, I just want to know your true thoughts. Tell me what you think, even if

you're willing to sleep with him, I don't mind."

My wife said: "There's nothing like this in the first place. It's all your fault for always leading me astray, constantly tempting your own wife

to sleep with other men. You're a pervert. "

I sighed: "I don't know what's wrong with me, I keep having these thoughts. But if I actually saw you

having sex with another man in bed, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to accept it."

My wife said: "Don't talk nonsense, I wouldn't. That's just talk in bed, and besides, you're the one who told me to say it

." Looking back, I realize I went too far. I've never chatted with a man like that before. Maybe I shouldn't

talk to him anymore; what if he's a bad person?

Knowing the answer already, I asked, "What do you talk about with him?"

My wife thought for a moment and said, "Not much, just work and family matters. He knows a lot, and I can

learn a lot from him."

A sour feeling welled up inside me: "That's all you talk about?"

My wife hummed in agreement but didn't say anything more.

I didn't ask any more questions. We lay there quietly, each lost in our own thoughts, without making love. I knew very well that

my wife was clearly interested and was hiding things from me. What should I do? Should I stop here and return to

normal, or should I go further and further down a path of uncertainty?

For a while afterward, life seemed to return to normal. I didn't chat with the single man anymore, but I didn't delete

him either. A few times I couldn't resist opening their chat window, thinking of simply greeting him as a friend, but then I

closed it again, not knowing what to say.

I didn't know if he and my wife were still chatting. I didn't plan to ask. But since we stopped chatting, I've found

that life has returned to its old, bland, and tasteless state. My wife's desire has lost its former fervor, and we

can no longer find that passion during sex. Our arguments have increased again. I'm starting to regret it. Life is short

, just a few decades. What's the point? Isn't it just for fun? If it brings you joy and doesn't harm others,

why not do it? A while ago, my wife and he were almost there, just one

more thing to do.

But what would happen if they actually succeeded? Could I really accept my wife rolling around in bed with him,

enjoying their pleasure? At that moment, I was torn apart, burning with anxiety, unsure of what to do or what to do. It was truly an agonizing

period.

That time, I couldn't resist anymore and opened the chat window with the single man, thinking I should at least say hello as a friend, since he had helped us before. I sent a few greetings, but there was no response. I wondered if he was ignoring me

now that we didn't want to continue .

Thinking about it, it's probably for the best. I can just let go of this fantasy, treat it as a period of daydreaming

, like turning over a chapter I didn't finish reading. I'll stop thinking about this kind of thing and have

some peace and quiet, instead of going through that agonizing period again.

But a few days later, the single man replied: "Sorry, I went on a business trip to Jiangsu and just got back to Beijing

. I haven't had time to go online. The train even passed through Jinan on my way back." Receiving his reply, I was actually quite pleased,

but I didn't know what to say, just a few "Oh, oh."

He said: "How are things going, you guys?"

I asked knowingly: "How are things going with what?"

He said: "Hehe, of course, it's what we talked about before. How have you decided?"

I covered up by saying: "Oh, I've been busy with work lately and haven't had time to think about it. I just wanted to let

you know as a friend."

He sent a questioning emoji: "Hehe, really?"

I felt a little guilty and quickly changed the subject: "You went on a business trip to Jiangsu? What for?" I

've lived in Nanjing and Suzhou before, and the girls there are really beautiful.

He said it was work-related, and he also hung out with a couple.

I immediately had a hunch and asked if he could tell me the details.

He showed me screenshots of his chat history with the couple, which was similar to ours.

The husband was constantly talking to the single man, encouraging him to seduce his wife, but the wife was unaware. The single

man was chatting with both the husband and wife, telling the husband about his latest developments with his wife. When the conversation reached a certain point and

the time was right, the single man used a business trip to Nanjing as an excuse to meet up with his wife. The wife made an excuse to go out and play mahjong with her friends.

The husband knew what was going on but didn't say anything, only encouraging her to go. The wife and the single man played until midnight and had sex three times.

When they got back, the husband didn't say anything, but just pushed his wife onto the bed and had sex with her hard. Both of them were extremely

satisfied. Later, he confessed to his wife, and their relationship actually got better. The husband was very grateful to the single man and invited

him to come over often.

After reading it, an indescribable feeling welled up inside me. Wasn't this exactly what I craved? But when the moment came

, I backed down again. Now I'm starting to hate myself. Why torture myself like this?

The single man seemed to see right through me. He said, "To be honest, there are many husbands like you. Only

a small fraction of them can eventually overcome their inhibitions. I'm quite certain now. I originally thought you were

the kind of man who would easily overcome your inhibitions and offer your wife away, but it seems you're not like that. If your

wife weren't so appealing to me, I probably would have stopped seeing you two long ago. Then you'd probably

live your whole life in fantasy and never experience the taste of reality. Think about it yourself. I'm quite busy."

"Yes, I play with many couples. If you still can't figure it out, then there's no need to contact me anymore." He logged off after saying that.

His words almost shattered my spirit. I practically begged him not to log off, to talk to me a little longer,

to give me some more guidance, to push me a little harder. Just think, if I give up on all this, I might live my whole life in

regret and emptiness. If I were to find another single man to start over, who knows how much effort it would take? And I'm not

even sure if he has the qualities and perseverance of this current single man. Not to mention that my wife already has feelings for him,

and she's practically already on the receiving end. If I start over again, not only will I not have the time, but I also don't have

the patience, and I doubt my wife would accept it. After

much agonizing thought, I decided, forget it. Why dwell on it anymore? Life is only once; I should do what I want to do,

so as not to have too many regrets when I'm old and gray. If I live my whole life in turmoil and regret, what's

the point of life? I'll probably die even earlier. To hell with all that morality, righteousness, and worldly etiquette! My wife and I, usually

so honest and kind, praised by friends and family, why can't we do

something shocking and extremely rebellious? My wife, a teacher loved by children in the classroom and respected by parents outside

, a teacher who is usually chaste and pure, teaching students to be good people, why can't she subvert herself and

be a wanton, filthy, and frivolous woman?

What will happen and how will we behave after we take off our masks of morality and return to our animalistic instincts?

That night, I was incredibly excited. Looking at my wife, who was already asleep in her camisole nightgown,

I seemed to see that scene that made my blood boil: A tightly holding my wife, frantically kissing her face,

neck, and lips. My wife twisted her body, resisting and trying to avoid him, but under A's caresses and frenzied attacks of lips and tongue

, her resistance gradually became weak and slow.

Then, A pushed his wife down onto the bed, tearing off her clothes one by one. Under A's wild

teasing, his wife gradually shifted from passively accepting to actively responding to him. She stretched out her hands and tightly hugged A

's neck, their lips pressed together, rolling violently on the bed, limbs intertwined, lips and tongues entwined,

wildly making love, moaning and groaning, flesh against flesh, love and desire intertwined, the man's low panting and the woman's soft moans

echoing in the room. Scattered on the floor were his wife's torn bra, panties, and stockings.

The single man's face, contorted and almost ferocious from the release of his bestial desires, and his wife

's smooth body trembling and writhing from the intense assault, her love juices soaking the sheets, while the single man's semen covered her entire body—the two of them

were enacting one of the oldest and most enduring acts of conquest and subjugation in human history, penetration and acceptance, attack and

encirclement, colliding and sucking, a repeated assault until ejaculation and conception…

Thinking of all this, I could no longer control myself. I pounced on my wife, lifted her nightgown, and frantically kissed and licked

her genitals, because I knew that my wife's genitals might soon be possessed by another man's thick penis

; they would no longer be mine alone.

My wife woke up with a start and pushed me away: "What's wrong with you? What's gotten into you?"

I held her tightly, my voice hoarse with excitement: "Wife, I love you. I want to give you sexual

pleasure."

Without another word, I lifted her legs and thrust my already hard penis into her body.

Stimulated by my intense actions, my wife responded, hugging me tightly: "Honey, I love you too." We

made love passionately, my wife going from passive to active, getting up and pushing me down, wildly straddling me

, swaying her hips unrestrainedly—that long-lost feeling was back.

Afterwards, my wife asked me: "What's wrong with you today? What triggered you?"

I asked her back: "Guess?"

She said: "Did you watch some porn again?"

I said: "Much more stimulating than porn, mainly because of you."

My wife seemed to understand: "You, you were thinking about those things again?"

I asked knowingly: "What things?"

My wife said: "Ugh, it's always those things you think about. Didn't you say you didn't want to do this anymore?"

I felt I needed to have a serious talk with my wife. I stroked her small, firm breasts: "Honey, you liked

that feeling, didn't you? It was thinking about you and Beijing A in bed that aroused me

. It's rare to feel this way normally.

" Wife: "Why are you always like this?" "What other men act like this? When my mother was young,

my father wanted to settle scores with a male colleague just because he exchanged a few words with him on the street. What kind of

man is like you, always thinking about being cuckolded? Besides, if I really did cuckold you, would you still want me? You don't have

another woman outside, and you're just making me do this as an excuse to divorce me, do you?"

I said, "What are you thinking, baby? I'll always love you. I'm only interested in you now, I have

no interest in other women, and we'll never separate."

Women are always allergic to sweet words. After hearing my words, my wife leaned against me contentedly: "That's about

right." I continued, "In fact, the more I think about you playing around with other men, the more passionate and loving I become towards you.

Our life is usually too boring and bland. Think about it, before AAA came along,

how many times a month did we make love?"

My wife nodded: "Yes, maybe two or three times at most. I really didn't feel much passion anymore."

Besides, your little brother isn't very big, and you don't last long. You don't know how to flirt or foreplay, so it'll gradually

feel like it's dispensable.

I took the opportunity to tease her: "Hehe, my little brother isn't big, whose is? Have you seen whose is big?"

Her face turned red, and she pushed me away: "You're so annoying, I've never seen one."

I provoked her further: "Yeah, men with big little brothers must be especially good in that area, able to drive women crazy."

"Go live, how exhilarating! Wu Zetian had many men serving her, each with a bigger penis than the last. Didn't you

see her films? Zhang Zongchang's penis was like a donkey's; no wonder she favored him the most. Don't you want

to experience that feeling of life and death, don't you want to try being filled to the brim by a man's penis? "

Wife: "I never thought about it before. It was only after you seduced me by watching those films and saying those things that I started

thinking about it. For a while, I often thought about

what it would be like to have sex with other men with big penises while watching films and making love with you. During that period, you made me really want it. Sometimes after having sex with you,

I wouldn't even have an orgasm, and I would think about other men."

I said: "Hmm, men vary a lot in this respect. So many divorces now, all say it's due to incompatibility, but frankly,

a large part of it is due to disharmony in their sex life. Especially for women. Why do so many beautiful women

marry a driver or a man with an ordinary job? It must be because these men can give women orgasms

and pleasure in bed."

The wife nodded: "Yeah, my neighbor across the hall before we got married was like that. She was a very beautiful woman. Her

husband worked at a bank, but they divorced for some reason and she married a driver. Some neighbors said

they often saw her carrying a bag of trash out at night, sometimes the trash would spill out, and it turned out to be a lot of

used condoms, haha."

I said: "Yeah, drivers seem to be pretty good at that. A lot of drivers' wives are very beautiful."

The wife: "My neighbor moved away later. A lot of people say behind her back that she's a very promiscuous woman,

and that she often goes to nightclubs to dance. She's over 30, how can she still be so wanton?"

I teased her: "Haha, what's wrong with being a wanton woman who enjoys pleasure?

Weren't you very wanton in bed just now? Like a little bitch in heat, so slutty. I think you were even more wanton than your female

neighbor then. I'm afraid no man could resist you."

My wife only accepts and responds to my vulgar language during sex; she

usually gets annoyed and scolds me if I say it in everyday life. Now, however, she seems to enjoy it, only snuggling closer to me

: "Do you like me being sexy?"

I hugged her tighter: "Of course! I'm just afraid you won't be sexy enough. The more wanton you are, the more I love you. Who likes a Marxist-

Leninist old lady? Listen to your husband, baby, be a little more wanton, a little more open, and our life will get

better and better.

" "Wife," she said, "but aren't you afraid that if I become wanton and sleep with other men, I'll never be the same again?

What if I fall for another man?"

I kissed her: "No, baby, I know you well. You'll never leave me, and I'll never

despise you. We'll just treat this as a spice of life, adding some color.

We can play around and be wanton outside, but at home we'll still be a good wife and mother, and live a good life."

My wife listened silently, without saying a word. I think she was tempted.

My wife continued to argue: "That's true, but when it comes to actually sleeping with AAA,

I don't know what I'd feel. I might still not be able to accept it, since we're just joking around all the time."

"Yeah, don't overthink it," I replied. "If we get along and it's meant to be, we'll do it; if we don't, we won't. It's simple."

We didn't say anything more. I thought I should let my wife think it over, give her enough time to consider, and

let her genuinely accept it through the combined efforts of a single man and me, rather than just

doing it to satisfy my somewhat perverted and filthy desires.

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