Reprinted from "The Code of Cuckoldry"

Chapter One
: Three Rules of Cuckoldry: 1. The man must be involved throughout, avoiding a situation where a single man is alone with his wife; 2. All actions must be controllable, avoiding excessive stimulation that would make married life dull; 3. Avoid the involvement of acquaintances, especially the wife's male friends. Breaking these three rules carries the risk of losing control, but also brings the thrill of uncontrolled excitement. So, which do you crave more? I have a cuckoldry fetish, but I suffer from my wife's sexual indifference and her genuine love for me. I have many theories, until one day, I received a message from a stranger. Torn between these feelings, I experienced the pleasure of cuckoldry, but a question lingered in my mind: Can the rules of cuckoldry truly not be broken?
Under the warm, dim, yellowish light of the lamp, I sat before my computer in the study. The glaring light shone on my face, reflecting an unusual excitement and a slightly morbid glow.
Beside the computer was a framed photo of a woman in a police uniform, looking dashing and heroic. She is my wife, Fu Wanrou, whom I've been married to for three years and who will soon be turning thirty. She is currently the deputy captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.
Having spent so much time together, I know her face and figure intimately; to other men, she would undoubtedly still be incredibly stunning.
At nearly 1.7 meters tall, her figure isn't the trendy skinny type; her large frame gives her a robust appearance, but this robustness is different from obesity.
Because of her special position and intentional daily exercise, her long legs, while not slender, are accentuated by her police trousers,
blending with her slender waist, flat stomach, and remarkably pert buttocks to create a perfect and alluring curve.
Her 36C breasts, while not particularly outstanding, are exceptionally firm, clearly visible and full against her light blue shorts.
Following her smooth neck upwards, a head of short hair fell just below her earlobes, revealing a fair face that appeared exceptionally capable and neat. Her slightly upturned nose and cherry-like lips radiated an unusual brilliance.
Although her expression in the photo was solemn, her eyes were like a clear pool of water, especially her slender willow eyebrows and naturally alluring phoenix eyes. When she glanced at me, beneath her elegant and refined demeanor, there was a subtle, inherent charm.
At this moment, I would occasionally stare at my beloved wife Wanrou's face, then quickly turn my gaze back to the computer screen, my eyes wide, my expression focused, yet with a strange undertone.
If anyone were nearby, they would clearly see that I was intently browsing through a series of lewd images and messages.
"My Beloved Wife's Three-Day, Two-Fold Sex Trip with a Single Man."
"A Passionate Record of My Wife and Her First Love."
"My Wife's Eighth Passionate 3P."
Beneath these lewd headlines lay images of other men's wives, moaning and groaning beneath one, two, or even more men, their wanton forms overflowing with lust.
At this moment, I was browsing a cuckoldry forum.
These images would normally excite any man, but at this moment, my state was far more intense than mere excitement.
As I browsed, I kept staring at my beloved wife Wanrou's face, and for a moment, I couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion. The lewd women on the computer screen seemed to be constantly overlapping with Wanrou's face before my eyes.
A surge of heat rose from my lower abdomen, rushing straight to my brain, making my breathing heavy and even beading my forehead with sweat.
Unconsciously, my trembling hands slowly touched my crotch, then my breathing quickened, my expression contorted with extreme excitement, as if I were possessed. My hand gripped my already erect penis and began to masturbate rapidly.
"Huff...huff...huff..." With heavy breathing, waves of intense, trembling pleasure surged through my limbs, until I suddenly caught sight of a woman's face covered in semen, a face that seemed vaguely similar to my beloved wife, Wanrou.
All the suppressed, agonizing pleasure exploded forth. With my throbbing penis trembling violently, before I could react, streams of semen sprayed directly under the desk.
Trembling all over, until the last drop of semen was released, I collapsed into the chair, closed my eyes, and gasped for breath. I first cleared all browsing history before shutting down the computer.
"Sigh." After quickly tidying everything up, I lit a cigarette and let out a soft sigh.
I, Xu Fangyuan, am quite a handsome man, though just a lowly civil servant who lives a life of leisure, unambitious and content with the status quo. I come from a wealthy family and am practically a second-generation beneficiary of land expropriation.
As for women, I certainly have no shortage of them if I really wanted to, but how did I end up with this strange fetish?
Yes, I, Xu Fangyuan, have a fetish that's difficult to talk about with ordinary people, or rather, with anyone I know: cuckoldry.
Even though I've found many like-minded people, some genuine and some not, through various online forums, I still believe that not many men in the world would think of giving their wives to other men, let alone be excited to the point of explosion.
But, I've unfortunately developed this fetish.
Every time I release it, I can't help but sigh at how strangely the devilish tendencies within people can be, so easily unleashed without warning.
Although Wanrou and I met through a blind date, we were truly compatible, and with both of our families being well-off, our married life was quite comfortable and easy.
If there were any real points of dissatisfaction between us, the first was that Wanrou looked down on my lack of ambition, and the second was that I couldn't accept Wanrou's conservative and passive attitude towards sex.
Actually, I still don't understand whether my cuckoldry fetish was innate, something that had always lurked in my heart, or whether it was truly triggered by such a trivial matter.
It was at a party a year and a half ago, a few days after Wanrou was promoted to vice-captain. Apart from one close female colleague from work, the rest were mostly Wanrou's high school classmates. Since I knew most of them, I didn't attend, but arrived at the restaurant entrance early to wait for her.
Perhaps because she was so happy about her promotion, Wanrou, who doesn't usually drink, drank, and got very drunk.
Sitting in my car outside the restaurant, I saw Wanrou walking out in a lively scene, surrounded by a group of people. It seemed that her classmates were mainly congratulating her.
I watched all this with a gentle smile, not daring to disturb them, until I saw off each of my classmates, leaving only the last man.
Actually, I wasn't very familiar with that man at the time; I only thought he was handsome and refined. Later, I learned that his name was Zhang Wentao, and that he had pursued Wanrou in high school, only to be rejected.
At that moment, I was about to get off the bus to greet him, but just as I stepped across the door, I saw Wanrou suddenly bend over and gag. Zhang Wentao immediately bent down gently in return, softly patting her back.
The reason I still can't figure out if my cuckoldry is innate is mainly because when I saw Zhang Wentao make such a simple contact with Wanrou, my heart skipped a beat for some reason. I can't describe the feeling, but the foot I had stepped out with involuntarily retracted, and I stared even more intently at their actions. I saw Wanrou gag for
a while, but nothing came out. Then Zhang Wentao handed her a tissue, and the two of them talked to each other face to face.
I don't know what Zhang Wentao said at that moment, but the next instant, I saw Wanrou smile.
Wanrou often smiles. Her smiles at work are more of a programmed, seemingly gentle but serious smile. When she's with her parents, it's a smile that expresses her emotions. But with me, it's more of a smile of happiness, occasional gentleness, or even more of a smile of disappointment and disdain.
But that was the first time I saw Wanrou smile with such charm.
As if a man had stirred her heart, she swayed slightly, covering her mouth with her hand, a gesture that seemed both shy and in response. The allure in her naturally captivating eyes intensified.
Then, she placed one hand on Zhang Wentao's chest, leaning forward slightly, her face flushed as she smiled, and whispered suggestively in his ear.
At that moment, I felt a surge of anger. At the time, I thought it was jealousy, but looking back, the anger wasn't because Wanrou was behaving so intimately with another man behind my back. The anger stemmed entirely from the fact that Wanrou had never been so alluring or seductive in front of me.
Even though I didn't understand why I was angry, my legs wouldn't move, and I felt a dryness in my mouth, staring intently at the two of them.
Then, my eyes widened abruptly. Zhang Wentao, whether provoked or not, suddenly pulled Wanrou into his arms and, without allowing her to refuse, kissed her.
And Wanrou? Even now, that scene is still deeply etched in my mind. Faced with Zhang Wentao's kiss, Wanrou only resisted slightly before returning the kiss passionately.
Their bodies were right in the center of my vision, pressed tightly together. Wanrou's firm breasts rubbed against Zhang Wentao's chest through her clothes with the movement of her body, while her round, pert buttocks were being kneaded by Zhang Wentao's hands. Suddenly, my eyes widened again, my gaze fixed intently on their tongues, which were both probing their lips like two snakes, intertwined intimately and passionately.
Sitting in the car, my fists clenched involuntarily, yet I felt a strange, burning heat rush to my head. When I came to my senses, I was horrified to find my penis bulging against my pants.
My thoughts were in complete disarray. After managing to calm myself down, I moved the car slightly before calling Wanrou.
When Wanrou arrived, she was alone. She mumbled incoherently in the car, "Xu Fangyuan, take me home,"
and then fell asleep.
I don't know what I felt as I helped her upstairs. I sat on the edge of the bed, tossing and turning for a long time, before finally unlocking her phone with trembling hands. The first thing I saw was a WeChat message from someone named Zhang Wentao: "Wanrou, you drank too much today, but my feelings are genuine. I hope I didn't scare you." After reading it
, I silently marked it as unread again, tossed and turned in bed for a long time, and finally fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, when I woke up, Wanrou had already gone to work and made breakfast for me. I checked my phone and saw a text from her: "You drank too much last night. Breakfast is ready, eat some yourself, and don't forget to tidy up after you're done."
I shook my head with a wry smile, eating breakfast while pondering.
Wanrou is a family-oriented and hardworking woman. Although I'm lazy and she often scoffs at me, she always silently takes meticulous care of me, tolerating my bad habits to the greatest extent possible.
However, it seems that because of her work, Wanrou is never good at expressing her feelings verbally, preferring to show them through actions.
I have my complaints about this, but whenever it comes up, she always talks to me seriously and earnestly, but it always ends inconclusively.
The scene I witnessed last night is like a brand etched into my mind. Every time it resurfaces, it makes me feel a strange, inexplicable heat. Frustrated, I simply took a day off.
When Wanrou returned at noon, everything seemed normal. I wanted to ask her something, but I held back several times.
Unexpectedly, while we were eating, Wanrou's phone rang. I looked closely and immediately recognized Zhang Wentao as the caller. My heart skipped a beat, but I pretended to be nonchalant and continued eating. Then I saw Wanrou hang up the phone immediately.
Just as I was about to ask who it was, Wanrou sent a message in a flurry, then handed me her phone: "Xu Fangyuan, help me block this person."
"Huh?" I took the phone, genuinely surprised. Wanrou had sent Zhang Wentao a message: "Zhang Wentao, I'm warning you, don't harass me anymore."
Wanrou's seriousness surprised me. While blocking Zhang Wentao on WeChat, she asked on the phone, "Oh, who is it? Which handsome guy has his eye on you?"
"Xu Fangyuan." Wanrou glared at me immediately: "Don't make jokes like that. It's just a high school classmate. I don't know what I did last night while drinking, but he misunderstood and keeps bothering me."
"Okay." I was speechless at Wanrou's inability to take a joke, but a weight was lifted from my heart.
Later, after we really opened up to each other, I learned that Wanrou actually remembered what happened the previous night, but she was really drunk and mistook Zhang Wentao for me, which is why she acted that way.
"I'm full." Zhang Wentao's affair didn't seem to have affected Wanrou much. After finishing her meal, she pushed her bowl away and said, "Same as always, you cook, I'll clean up."
"Okay, whatever you say." I was happy to have some free time, so I went up to the balcony, lit a cigarette, and then couldn't help but sigh.
Did Wanrou love me? She truly loved me; I could see it in every little thing we did.
But perhaps because of her long-term work environment, she was always so rigid and methodical. Even between us, we had a clear division of labor, and everything was done according to the rules.
To put it bluntly, she lacked a certain romance and charm.
It was precisely because she lacked this romance and charm that, although Zhang Wentao had completely disappeared from our lives and hadn't affected Wanrou much, the impact on me was enormous.
Countless days and nights, that brief scene, almost worn out from my mind, still flashed through my thoughts again and again.
What I remembered was the charm Wanrou displayed at that moment, and more importantly, the charm she displayed towards another man.
Perhaps with the passage of time, this incident will gradually fade from my memory, but due to Wanrou's lack of understanding about sex, I often browse adult websites.
It was one time, through clicking a link that popped up unintentionally, that I entered that cuckoldry forum, which opened up a new world for me.
The first time I browsed it, seeing those shocking descriptions and those obscene photos, I was utterly bewildered, but I quickly adapted and accepted it.
Perhaps the devil had always lurked within me, waiting for the right spark to ignite it.
From that moment on, I became obsessed, repeatedly browsing that forum.

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