The feeling of being a cuckold, part six

This business trip was more of a casual affair, so I didn't take it too seriously, leaving the administrative assistant to arrange the entire itinerary. After completing the business in a very routine manner, I holed up in the hotel, racking my brains to draft a development plan—not the kind for work, of course, but one specifically tailored for my wife, complete with quantified KPIs. This plan consumed a lot of my brain cells; looking at the dozens of pages on the computer screen, I felt a surge of fighting spirit. Jing'er, I'm back!
After a week of adjustment, my wife seemed to be recovering well. Seeing her sweet smile, my anxiety subsided considerably.
The following days were a bit boring. Two of my wife's colleagues, because of the strange incident of the mysteriously disappeared photos, worried that it was me or my wife who was behind it, fearing retaliation, and were living in constant fear. They eventually applied for transfers to my wife's company's branch office in another province.
Without these external factors, my wife quickly returned to normal. I don't know if it's just my imagination, but my wife seems to have become even more sexy and alluring, and her performance in bed is different from before. How to describe it? If before it was a physical encounter, now it feels more like a fusion of souls. My wife's changes have surprised and delighted me, and my cuckolding thoughts have faded considerably. After all, the essence of cuckolding is nothing more than pursuing... If things could continue like this, it would be a good development. However, the fact that I'm posting this here proves that things have taken an unexpected turn. My wife's company anniversary is in June. Every year at this time, the sweltering air is filled with the scent of desire, and everywhere you look, women are wearing all sorts of revealing see-through tops, miniskirts, and stockings. My wife, always at the forefront of fashion, is no exception. Her outfits are always sexy and revealing, her good figure always subtly visible, arousing fantasies.
"Honey, honey, come quick, let me see if I forgot anything in the things I prepared..." My wife's call came from the bedroom, and I had to put down my half-finished game of King of Glory. Entering the bedroom, I couldn't help but cover my face, looking utterly overwhelmed. The bed was piled high with all sorts of bottles, jars, and clothes. I felt like my wife was about to empty the entire wardrobe. A three-day, two-night trip—where would she need so much stuff!
I quickly stopped my wife and asked her about the general itinerary. The first day was a departure in the morning, followed by a summary and commendation meeting in the afternoon, and a bonfire party and a trip to the spring in the evening. The second day was a mountain climbing, rafting, and picnic, followed by a sports meet in the afternoon. The third day was a free day in the morning, followed by the return trip in the afternoon. I thought for a moment, then picked out a few outfits from my wife's pile of clothes and handed them to her: "The important part of the first day is the summary and commendation meeting. I suggest you wear this short black dress; it's elegant yet sophisticated, and you'll definitely be the center of attention. For the hot springs in the evening, a swimsuit is a must. You can also bring a casual outfit to help you blend in with everyone during late-night snacks and chats. For the second day, hiking is essential, and this tennis outfit is quite nice. For sports, a T-shirt and denim shorts would be
good. As for the third day, given your free time, you'll probably be going shopping again. The dress you just bought is perfect."
My wife nodded as she took the clothes from me. I added, "Considering the weather, you can also bring this sheer shawl so you don't get chilly. And of course, pajamas and socks are essential, right?"
"Yes, yes, honey, you're so thoughtful!" Without any choices, my wife quickly got ready.
"However, I think you've forgotten one thing," I said, looking at my wife's charming appearance. I couldn't help but think of what happened last time, and a mischievous idea popped into my head again. "Huh? Sunscreen, skincare products, face masks... I've packed all of those. What's missing?"
Hearing this, my wife quickly opened her suitcase again and started checking. "This!" I grabbed a box of condoms from the bedside table and tossed it to my wife. She jumped up, baring her teeth and claws, and lunged at me. "You naughty husband, always teasing me!" After a bit of playful banter, I suddenly changed my expression and looked at her seriously. "Honey, look at you. There are plenty of men at work who have designs on you, right? What if they take you home drunk during the trip and try to do *that* to you? If you use a hotel condom, what will your roommates think?
And even if it's not in the room, how will you be safe? Or are you planning to have his baby?" "Honey…" My wife was startled by my serious expression and took a few seconds to react. Then she pouted, "Oh right, a beautiful woman like me is very popular. If something happens, it's quite possible! I want to thank my good husband for reminding me!" After my wife finished speaking, she immediately got up and put the condoms in her bag, which greatly surprised me. However, seeing her reaction, the lustful fire that was about to be extinguished in my heart seemed to reignite.

That night, I suppressed my excitement and refused my wife's advances, hoping that my wife, who left with my resentment, would give me a stimulating "punishment."
The next day, my wife deliberately left early and didn't give me a kiss goodbye as usual
. However, she didn't notice how obvious her sly smile was in the mirror when she left with her back to me.
Watching my wife play this trick on me, I couldn't help but find it amusing. I began to look forward to my wife's triumphant "achievements"—how many would she use? With this question in mind, I spent three long days full of anticipation. However, judging from my wife's social media posts, these three days were no different from any other trip taken by random strangers—just group photos or individual selfies. I chuckled self-deprecatingly. Although my wife had become quite open and accepting with me after all my "training," that was only when we were together—it was still wishful thinking.
The third day finally arrived. My wife came home close to 9 pm. I was playing King of Glory with my buddies when she came back and lay down on the sofa opposite me. I glanced up and, somewhat surprised, she wasn't wearing that real dress, but a T-shirt and jeans, her long legs tightly encased in black stockings.
A while later, a dark shadow blocked the light. I looked up and saw it was my wife. Her expression was complicated, a mixture of anger and resentment—her eyes were misty, yet she seemed both aggrieved and clenched her teeth.
Instinctively, I felt something had happened. Could it be...? Thinking this, I quickly tossed my phone aside, once again embarrassing my roommates. "My dear Jingjing, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong? Or did someone else upset my darling?" To ease the tension, I started joking around again.
"You!" My wife's composure eased, and she poked my forehead with her white hand. "All you do is
play around all day, you don't care about your wife at all. Aren't you afraid she'll become someone else's?" "Who? Who dares to touch my wife? I'll go beat them up!" To appease my wife, I said this against my will, but in my heart I was thinking: Hurry up and introduce someone, someone suitable for us all to play together, don't be shy. But with cuckolding, before my wife takes that step, the worst thing is that she thinks I don't care about her, don't cherish her, and just
want that kind of thrill. "Never mind, I was just saying." Seeing that my attitude was good, my wife didn't press the matter further, but my
intuition told me that my wife was definitely hiding something from me. However, my wife didn't say it directly, there must be a reason, so I didn't force her to ask.
After turning off the lights, just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly heard my wife's voice in the darkness: "Honey, are you asleep?" "Not yet, what's wrong?" I turned around and gently hugged my wife from behind. "There's something I want to ask you. Can you help me figure it out?" My wife's voice was low and hoarse, and I could tell she was emotionally distraught. Had something really happened? I jolted awake, completely snapping back to reality. By the light of the streetlamp, I re-examined the alluring body before me. My thoughts were a jumble of emotions, but outwardly I remained calm: "Sure, go ahead!"
After a long silence in the darkness, my wife spoke again: "Honey, do you men greet your colleagues like this?" She paused, then added, "I mean, not in formal situations, like when you're drunk at a party or having a good time at karaoke."
Suddenly, she touched my thigh, from my knee to my groin. Wait, wasn't she going to say hello? Why is she teasing me again? I was momentarily stunned, but I still cooperated and said to my wife, "Want it? Maybe we can do it first and then talk about it." Before I could finish speaking, my wife pushed me away and pinched my thigh hard. "What are you thinking about all day, you bad husband! That's what greeting is like!" Then she
touched my thigh again, from my knee to my groin.
"What the hell!" This time it dawned on me. This wasn't greeting? It was blatant taking advantage! If touching someone when you're excited isn't sexual harassment, then wearing a condom isn't rape, right?
"Who is it? Who is it?" I didn't rush to answer my wife's question, but instead subconsciously asked what was on my mind. My wife trembled slightly before finally uttering a barely audible voice, "He's a vice president of our company."
A vice president? A name flashed through my mind: Xu Zhenghua, the son of the chairman of my wife's company, the youngest vice president, handsome and kind, and polite. I'd had a few brief encounters with him, and he seemed like a good person. Perhaps it was because of his image that my wife hesitated to jump to conclusions about this obvious harassment?
My mind raced, and I decided to remain silent, neither supporting nor opposing, to see my wife's reaction. If it was Xu Zhenghua, he wouldn't be bad as a threesome partner.
"Honey, you know your boss Xu, a well-known good man, and a pure 24K rich second-generation,"

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