My wife came back with semen in her mouth and made me lick it, which made me incredibly passionate.

This happened two years ago, and I never imagined it would happen to me. My wife studied finance; her education level isn't high, just a junior college diploma. She's petite with great skin. Recently, she was promoted to the company's finance manager due to her excellent work performance. I met her through an introduction. I was 33 and she was 30. She was still unmarried at that age because she had high standards. She had a boyfriend in college, but they broke up two years after graduation, apparently because he didn't earn much money. She never told me any details.
She's rather introverted and blushes easily. Her clothing isn't particularly trendy; before marriage, she loved wearing jeans, but she doesn't wear them much anymore. She's gained some weight after marriage, but she's not overweight. Even though she dresses casually, she exudes an undeniable sexiness—a sexiness that's not intentional but innate. Although she's petite, her voice is deep. Overall, she reminds me of a mature Tao Huimin. Later, I learned from other sources that someone had gotten into a fight at school because of someone pursuing her. This person was her high school classmate, who even attended our wedding, but reportedly looked very upset and left before the wedding ended.
This high school classmate who pursued her had been involved in a knife fight in high school, but because of his family's connections, nothing serious happened. Later, his family funded a company for him in Beijing, which did quite well, making him somewhat wealthy. I once asked my wife why she didn't agree to marry that classmate who pursued her and later became rich. She said, "I have to be able to find him worthy of me." Although my wife felt she couldn't marry a poor guy, she also didn't want to marry a rich man without education. Fortunately, my family is in Beijing, and I have a master's degree. Besides, she was already 30 and a little anxious, so she married me. Before we planned to get married, she told me that marrying her was the greatest blessing I had accumulated in eight lifetimes. I laughed and told her it was the greatest blessing I had accumulated in eighty lifetimes.
At that time, her company received venture capital, so business became busy, and she had to travel more for financial reasons. Then, by chance, I discovered she had brought condoms from home during her business trip. The shock I felt was indescribable, because the purpose of bringing them was obvious. Either she knew she was going to have sex with another man, or she was mentally prepared for the possibility of doing so. I didn't know whether to call her immediately or wait until she got home to ask. In the end, I decided to wait. That two-day business trip was truly two sleepless nights for me. I called her every day, but didn't mention the condoms. Her tone was completely normal, and I tried to remain normal on the phone, but the feelings inside were indescribable. The
day she returned, I drove to the airport to pick her up. The 40-minute drive home felt like a long journey for me. When we got home, she was unpacking in our bedroom, and I asked her why she brought condoms on her business trip. Her expression immediately changed, but she started saying the condoms were in the bedside table and asked why I was asking her that. I told her I was asking about her spare box—the one at the very back of the third drawer of her vanity—I knew she'd taken one with her on her business trip. Her next reaction was anger; she asked why I'd been checking her drawer and going through her things without permission. In reality, I had the right to look at her drawer, and I only discovered it by accident. I was home alone with nothing to do and wanted to help her tidy her drawers. I was quite angry about this unexpected discovery. I hadn't been prepared for this at all after marriage. At this point, she admitted she had indeed taken condoms on her business trip, and that moment shattered my entire emotional world. Then came nearly 20 minutes of staring at each other. Since we got married, I had never lost my temper or said anything harsh to her, and we'd been married for almost three years. I asked her why, and she said she really didn't want to hurt me. It was an accident that happened. She was very sorry. The result was what it was, and now it was my responsibility.
She said he was her colleague, and also married. Initially, they were just friends who got along well, and then everything happened.
I started insisting that she tell me who that colleague was, and later I even begged her to tell me. After I stopped blaming her, she finally told me it was her boss—the company's general manager, Wang—and that I had even met him. Hearing it was him made me feel nauseous; I felt like I was going to vomit. Her boss was indeed very charismatic, over 1.8 meters tall and very imposing, a very mature man in his forties. He was the one who secured the company's $10 million venture capital investment. I remembered meeting him; he was very polite to me. But this was the man who had taken my wife's body.
That night, I slept in the living room, barely able to sleep. The next morning, I didn't even look my wife in the eye. She went to work as usual, but I couldn't feel at peace because I knew she would see him again. That evening, she called to say she would be home late because of work; when she returned, she seemed happy and even sympathetic towards my feelings. I asked her how she got home so late, and she said Wang had driven her home. She looked me in the eye as she said this, and I felt nauseous and rushed to the bathroom to vomit. After I finished vomiting, she had already gone to bed in the bedroom and turned off the light. I slept alone in the living room, tossing and turning all night, thinking about what she had done, what she had said, and the look in her eyes.
Over the next few weeks, we talked a lot. I knew my wife hadn't considered divorce or moving out, and she also knew there was no future with Wang. Wang was married with children and didn't want a divorce, plus there was something she disliked—Wang smoked. They were just good friends and found that they faced similar situations with their spouses—Wang's wife couldn't attract him either and couldn't satisfy him in bed. Therefore, my wife and Wang naturally developed from friendship to a sexual relationship.
In the end, we didn't divorce. ---- Things continued to develop like this. My wife still had a strong attraction for me, I still loved her deeply, and I didn't want my parents to suffer such a blow. We didn't even talk about it much; I was afraid that if I forced her to stop, she would leave me. I even knew she had told Wang what I knew about them. I don't know how many times before, after being intimate with Wang during the day, she would come home and sleep next to me.
Nearly a year passed, and I became increasingly certain that I didn't want to separate from my wife. I also sensed that a large part of her life was beyond my reach and understanding. Her work attire, while still appropriate for the workplace, was more sexy, and she seemed more confident. Personally, I was more infatuated with her, and I told her I agreed to their continued relationship. However, my condition was that she tell me the details of their interactions—such as their date plans and what they did together. My wife agreed, and our relationship gradually improved. I knew when they would be together, and she would tell me what they did. This excited us both, but our intimacy decreased.
Sometimes, when it wasn't convenient for them to be alone, I suggested to my wife that they could come to our house, and I could leave to make room for them. My wife said she would consider it. One morning, while I was showering, my wife peeked in and asked if I would allow a guest to come over that morning. This was the first time I had to say yes, and knew what was about to happen in my own home. She planned not to go to work that morning. I overheard her calling Wang, saying she could come and that she'd be back in half an hour.
That morning at work, I felt a deep, aching pain in my heart, making it impossible to work. I had to agree, even though I didn't want this to happen. Around noon, my wife called to say she was going to work right away. Although we both knew what had happened, we didn't say a word. Ten minutes later, I couldn't control myself any longer and immediately drove home.
I rushed home and saw two used cups in the dining room, and the toilet seat in the bathroom was open. I didn't want to go to the bedroom, but I went in anyway. The bed was made, but the curtains were drawn, making the bedroom dark without sunlight. I opened the cabinet where the condoms were kept and saw that the lid of the box inside was open, with an open, empty tin bag next to it. Then I went back to the bathroom and found a few used, crumpled sheets of toilet paper on top of the wastebasket—wet. I picked them up and opened them to see his semen inside, not yet fully absorbed (I later learned that these sheets were to prevent leakage; after my wife got up, the semen started to leak out, so she used the toilet paper to wipe it and prevent further seepage). The reality before me filled me with heart-wrenching jealousy and pain.

This wasn't a fictional story, but my completely real memory of being cuckolded. This wasn't a casual encounter or any other exciting experience; it was the utter failure of a man, unable to satisfy his wife, while another man took her place. My wife wasn't the "slut" type of woman, and this wasn't some game or fantasy; this was reality—so real and so painful. It completely shattered my self-esteem.

Soon after, I gradually changed too. One day, she came home late from work, saying she was too tired to tell me what had happened—she'd tell me tomorrow. Then she went to bed. I saw her clothes on the closet, and her underwear in the bathroom. I'd always enjoyed seeing her in sexy underwear (but I'd never told her). I noticed the crotch of her underwear was soaked, clearly with semen. But the semen wasn't completely white or clear; it was more yellow and viscous, with a sweaty smell and—it's hard to find the right adjective—a "ripe" smell. This was the first time I'd ever seen a mixture of male and female secretions. The liquid and smell gave me a strange, intense excitement, a excitement mixed with shame and humiliation—who else would check their wife's underwear to find signs of infidelity? But after that, I often checked her underwear after she went to sleep. Finally, she found out. I thought she would be furious—she did show a disgusted expression, but she also admitted it was "dirty" and "pornographic." She asked me what I was doing with her panties. I told her I smelled the semen and her bodily fluids on them. She asked if I had licked them. I told her no, and she then said she could imagine how stimulating it would be if I licked them, and then she went back to bed.

About a week later, my wife told me that she and Wang would be together after work and would be home late. When she got home, she asked if I planned to check her panties again. In the bedroom, she took off all her clothes except for her panties, and then started pulling them down. She looked at me and said, "They're really dirty. If you don't like it, don't force yourself," and then let the panties slide to the floor. I wanted to excite her, so I helped her lift her legs and picked up her panties. As before, the panties were soaked with semen and her bodily fluids, but this time they were still warm from her body heat. She again told me not to force myself, but under her gaze, I gently licked the crotch of the panties. While licking, I didn't actually feel much semen; it had probably all seeped in. But there was still a slightly salty and mild taste. I felt a little nauseous—but didn't vomit—not because of the taste, but because of the humiliation I had done.

My wife asked, "Do you like the taste?" I wasn't sure if she was serious or sarcastic, but I told her it came from her body, so I liked it. She laughed and asked if I knew what I was licking. I said I knew; it contained Wang's semen, but since it came from her body, and she wanted me to do it, I licked it as she wanted. She said it was probably mainly Wang's semen because she felt it flowing down there on the way home. Then she said she was going to sleep. After turning off the light, I could smell the scent emanating from her. She lay on her side on the bed with her back to me, and I slowly slid down, pressing my face against her buttocks, and began gently licking her anus and genitals. Soon I heard her moan, then her hand reached behind her and gently pressed my head down. I could feel a thicker, stronger-smelling fluid flowing from her. I could feel her excitement. A few minutes later, she climaxed and told me she loved me. Later, we talked in bed for a while. My wife said my actions had excited her greatly, and if I didn't feel disgusted or forced, we could do it again.

Perhaps this is the reality for men who are cuckolded; it's heartbreaking, but for some, it's an unavoidable situation.

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