My wife's real-life cuckolding journey (2)

My wife continued, "Fine, let him come. We won't have sex this week, I'm afraid someone will hear! There are people outside the door, how can we do it? You're making such a fuss!"
I could only beg for forgiveness, "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you then, is tonight okay? It's alright, it's tomorrow!"
While stroking my wife's body, I said, "There's another reason, I think that boy isn't so bad, he's quite clean, it's fine if we sleep in the living room. Besides, I think he meets your criteria too!" I grinned.
My wife pinched me, "What nonsense are you talking about? I wouldn't even consider him! He doesn't fit!"
I quickly agreed, "No, no! I'll just meet your criteria!" I kissed my wife's nipple, my hand going directly between her legs, wet and warm, two steps ahead of time.
Previously, it would only reach this level after kissing, sucking on her breasts, and massaging them. This was a signal. I served my wife with mixed feelings. I had initially considered using the child as leverage, but then I thought, good things come to those who wait, so I'll wait another day.
Our lovemaking was uneventful; after a few different positions, I easily brought my wife to climax! Today, my wife had a very satisfying experience, and I didn't hold back either, ejaculating when she climaxed. However, I always use withdrawal because I'm worried about her getting pregnant, the effects of birth control pills, and the side effects of IUDs. I cuddled my wife and slept until dawn.
At noon, my wife started tidying up, preparing for our arrival. She put up another picture on the bedroom and living room windows, cleaned thoroughly, and then we went out to buy groceries. On our way home, I took her to the pharmacy to buy more sleeping pills.
My wife said, "Haven't you had enough of being a guinea pig?"
I said, "Here comes another one."
My wife laughed uncontrollably for a while, then stopped, realizing what I meant. "What do you mean? You want me to use him as a test subject?" "You really want this?"
I said, smiling broadly, "I'll listen to my wife!"
My wife snapped, "Say that again, and I'll turn you both into guinea pigs!"
I couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter, a mischievous grin on my face. My wife chased after me, hitting me, "It's not what you think! Don't you dare think such nonsense!"
That evening, the child came to our door, pulling a suitcase, his innocent face radiating sunshine. I really couldn't bear to etch any complicated feelings onto such a face.
I took his luggage and led him into the living room, introducing him to my wife. He cheerfully called her "sister-in-law," and my wife beamed. Looking at the child, she said, "Sit down, make yourself at home. You chat with your brother, I'll go cook."
I chatted with him about polite things, then had him put his things away—his toiletries, clothes, etc. He was very clean; his towels were spotless, and his suitcase was neatly arranged.
I turned and went to the kitchen, seeing my wife serving rice. I went over and pinched her bottom: "How is it? Not bad, right?"
"What's okay?" My wife pretended to be confused.
I said, "A guinea pig?"
My wife glared at me: "Get lost! What are you thinking about all day?"
I went over and hugged my wife, one hand on her breast, the other between her legs, our usual position. I felt that my wife was wearing a bra and panties today, which she never usually wears at home. My wife tried to push me away, but I said, "You don't need to be so fully covered up, just put on that opaque skirt."
She doesn't usually wear that either, saying it's too thick and hot. My wife said, "But we have guests over." I said, "It's okay, it's opaque, you can wear it. Besides, it's hard for you to stay like this for a week, I feel sorry for you! And I want to make love tonight, I've booked it in advance. If you feel uncomfortable, just turn him into a guinea pig!"
My wife immediately covered her mouth and laughed: "You're so naughty, he just arrived and you're already complaining that he's in the way!"
I grabbed a handful more and left the kitchen.
While my wife was cooking, the boy took a shower and changed into some loose-fitting home clothes, looking even more fresh and energetic. I felt God was being unfair; why did He give him all the good food?
Dinner went well, and we drank some beer. The boy's face turned red, and he said he couldn't drink much. My wife changed back into her home clothes, which she wasn't wearing underneath, but the boy never really looked at her closely. Instead, my wife kept staring at the boy's face, looking him up and down, which was really inappropriate.
I wondered if she'd become obsessed with Korean dramas and started liking fresh-faced handsome guys.
I said, "You seem to have an allergic reaction. Your sister-in-law has allergy medicine; it'll cure it right away," and told my wife to get it.
My wife looked at me, her eyes wide, and said, "Yes, yes, it'll cure it right away."
A moment later, my wife brought back a glass of water, stirring it constantly. I secretly gave her a thumbs up—she was so clever!
The boy drank it all in one gulp and said, "Thank you, sister-in-law!"
We finished eating, and he offered to help clean up. I stopped him, saying, "You should rest. You can't drink, so we can clean up. You're a guest!" I turned on the TV for him to watch while I quickly went to help.
My wife said, "You're so mean! You tried to force-feed me drugs right away!"
I replied, "Wasn't it all for you?" My wife was about to explode when I continued, "Weren't you afraid someone would hear?"
She swallowed her words. I helped her clean up, and when we returned to the living room, the child was already asleep. My wife and I looked at him, each lost in our own thoughts. Then my wife went back to her room, got a blanket, and covered him with it. He was leaning against the sofa, asleep. I stretched out my legs and laid him down, using the cushion as a pillow. Looking up from underneath, I could see his testicles in his wide-legged shorts.
I chuckled. My wife, seeing my expression, came over to look too. When she saw his testicles, she covered her mouth and laughed, but still glanced at them a few times before pushing me away.
I was racking my brains trying to figure out what to do next. I was thinking about it when my wife took something to shower. This time, she took her nightgown, the kind that was very sheer and thin; you could see her nipples and pubic hair. My wife always changes into it before bed, and I didn't remind her, so I let her go like that. While she was showering, I wanted to confirm what would happen if she took the drug. Last time, my wife knew, but I wasn't sure, so I had to test it first.
I tried stretching her legs—no reaction. What about other places? I tried carefully: pinching her ears, pinching her nose, making her breathe through her mouth, pinching her hands, pinching her legs—no reaction at all, like she was dead. Finally, I pinched her genitals. It's hard to imagine a man pinching another man, but I had no choice. I pinched a few times, but there was no reaction. I didn't take off her pants. Once I confirmed there was no reaction, I felt relieved.
A while later, my wife came out of the shower, still wearing that very thin nightgown. She passed the sofa, glanced at the child, and then went into the house without any hesitation. I thought to myself: either she trusts the drug I gave her, or she deliberately dressed like that.
I quickly went to take a shower. I was so excited today; my penis was hard even while showering. I finished showering twice as fast as usual, and after drying myself, I came out without even putting on any clothes.
My wife just stood up from the sofa, staring at me with wide eyes, pointing at the child on the sofa. I smiled and walked over. My wife turned and went into the bedroom. As I passed by the child, I saw that this time I could see not only the egg but also the penis—soft and limp, almost sticking out of the underwear. I didn't think much of it; all I wanted was to penetrate him quickly, to make love right in front of the child.
Why is this getting longer and longer today?
Some replies said it didn't seem like a cuckoldry story. Actually, my understanding is that as long as the wife is penetrated by someone else, it counts as cuckoldry. As for whether it counts as wife abuse, I think it shouldn't count if it's all consensual. It's
a matter of opinion. This is my first time writing, so please forgive me! Writing this, what I initially thought was nothing, now seems quite thought-provoking, especially a few details that I don't understand. It happened, but I don't know what happened, and I don't want to spell it out. This isn't a cuckoldry story. I want to leave room for each other so that we can return to a normal life after the game. The ending of a cuckoldry story is frightening! Everyone has secrets, and keeping them is actually quite beautiful. Don't be obsessed!
I went into the bedroom, and I didn't close the door. My wife was already on the bed, without any covers, just lying on her back in her nightgown looking at me. I saw expectation in her eyes, and some emotions I couldn't understand.
I climbed into bed and lay down on my side next to my wife. Looking at her, I placed my hand on her leg. My wife swallowed softly. Neither of us spoke. The door wasn't closed, and my wife seemed oblivious, or perhaps she was watching the door. I didn't touch her breasts; I went straight to her vulva and felt its wetness and
heat. My wife was aroused. Before I could even touch her, I stroked her pubic hair with my right hand, while my left hand reached under her neck, pulled her head, and kissed her. My wife responded passionately, completely absorbed in the kiss. Her legs kept opening and closing, her hips thrusting upwards, welcoming my hand with her genitals, rubbing against it. Once she gripped it slightly, she would pull down, then open her legs again, thrust upwards again, and then grip again. After a while, her vulva successfully gripped my hand, and she wouldn't let go, twisting it repeatedly.
I felt my hands getting muddier and wetter. Her mouth was sucking on my tongue hard, her arms were wrapped around my back and she was hugging me tightly. She was rubbing her breasts against my chest and her lower body was rubbing against my hands. Seeing how hard she was working, I lifted my right thumb, and my wife quickly inserted it into her vagina. My
wife's reaction became stronger and stronger, with constant moans. I released my wife's mouth, pulled up her nightgown, and with her cooperation, I easily took it off. Then I started kissing my wife's breasts and nipples, grabbing and kneading them with my hands. I parted my wife's
tightly closed legs with my right hand, inserted my middle finger and hooked it in. At this moment, my wife quickly clamped my hand down, making it difficult for me to move my hand. But I still used my hand to send telegrams to the upper wall of her vagina, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. My wife's dazed state quickly arrived. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, she was breathing short and rapid, and her whole body was tense and trembling slightly.
My telegram codes grew increasingly complex and I sent them faster and faster. Suddenly, my wife bent over and clung tightly to me, her grip on my hands aching. She trembled violently, barely breathing, her hands instinctively quivering. She grabbed my hand and pleaded, "Honey, I'm coming! Honey, I'm coming!"
My hands stopped moving, and my wife collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. I removed my hands and began to massage her, helping her relax—a post-orgasm treatment. She seemed to enjoy it, closing her eyes to relax. After a while, I asked, "Honey, did you enjoy it?" She nodded vigorously. I asked, "Was it
because of him?" I gestured towards the outer room with my chin. My wife looked at me for a moment, then smiled and said, "No."
I said, "Fine, still being stubborn. It's still not him. Now it's my turn to enjoy it." My wife spread her legs, looking like she was ready to do whatever I wanted. I, too, was being mischievous and didn't bother with any preparation before thrusting in. It was wet and warm inside, slippery and slippery, so it didn't feel like anything. I wiped it with some tissue and went back in. This time it was much better, but still not exciting enough. With no one else involved, we both felt something was missing. Although my wife didn't say anything, she'd already taken the medication, and if we hadn't done anything, who would we be letting down?
I got off the bed, pulled my wife to the edge, lifted her legs, and thrust in. After a short while, I felt my ejaculation was imminent, and I knew I was about to ejaculate. I pulled out my penis, let it air out for a moment, then picked my wife up and carried her out.
My wife struggled a little, but not violently. I looked into her eyes, and she looked into mine. After a while, I asked, "Honey, will this cause any problems? Will your little guinea pig wake up?" My wife
shook her head. I asked again, "Is this okay?" My wife looked at me, didn't say anything, then rested her head against me. I carried her out of the bedroom and placed her on the chaise lounge.
The boy was still fast asleep, lying on his back. I pulled his shirt up to his chest, and from the chaise lounge, I could see the bottom of his underwear—everything I wanted to see. My wife was completely naked at this point, and she didn't dare stare directly at me, keeping her eyes closed and waiting for me to penetrate her. Even before penetration, I was already very aroused; my heart was pounding, almost exceeding its capacity. I dared not penetrate now, or I would ejaculate prematurely.
I started kissing my wife's breasts and continued to caress her labia, this time very carefully, trying to arouse her desire. Soon, she started moaning. I stopped, and my wife opened her eyes and looked at me. I took her hand and pointed to the boy's genitals. My wife kept shaking her head and pouting. I walked over to her and slowly moved her hand towards the boy's thigh.
My wife looked into my eyes, and I nodded affirmatively. She stopped looking at me and let me place my hand on the boy's penis, applying a little pressure. She gripped it, and then I started kissing her breasts, my hand quickly caressing her labia, without penetrating. Her hand mechanically held the boy's penis, not moving, her eyes closed, moaning softly.
I moved her arm slightly, and she looked at me, obediently starting to stroke the boy's penis. I started kissing her mouth, my hand caressing her breasts. She kissed me excitedly, sucking on my tongue, her hands never stopping.
I slid down and kissed her labia. She was very excited, but I saw that her desire hadn't fully subsided; the boy's penis remained half-erect. I went over, grabbed the sides of the boy's pants, and forcefully pulled them down completely. My wife let go, looking at me in surprise; his penis was now leaning precariously against his stomach. Then I opened one of his legs, so his lower body was angled towards the chaise lounge, and I had my wife climb on top of me. I entered her from behind.
My wife struggled to support herself, her face pressed against the boy's penis. With each thrust, she swayed forward, her breasts swaying as well. I pressed her face hard against my penis from behind, until finally her face was pressed against it, her nose buried in the pubic hair. I thrust into her forcefully, and she hummed softly through her nose.
I whispered from behind, "Suck it," but she shook her head. I repeated it several times, but she refused. I continued to thrust rapidly, letting the pleasure wash over me, and her vagina twitched intermittently.
Normally, I would wait for her to climax together, but today I wasn't satisfied and intentionally wanted to leave her waiting (a netizen once said that you shouldn't feed your wife too much; she needs to feel hungry to eat other things). I made up my mind and thrust rapidly.
My wife noticed the problem and kept saying, "Husband, wait for me, wait for me." I was already at my limit, so I quickly pulled out my penis and ejaculated on my wife's back.
My wife turned around and looked at me resentfully: "You did this on purpose! It's so annoying! I haven't even had my fill yet! What am I going to do? You have to take responsibility!"
I said, "I can't take it anymore, I just came." Then I pouted and said, "Don't you still have your little white one?" Then I smiled mischievously. My
wife casually picked up my penis and flicked it around, "That one? You're really bullying me.
" I said, "I believe you have a way." (I remembered that I had also ejaculated that night, and I thought my wife must have a way.) "Go wash up quickly."
I pushed my wife into the bathroom and said, "I'm going to sleep. When I come back, I'll connect the surveillance camera and start recording."
I lay down on the bed and started sleeping without putting on any clothes. I fell asleep quickly and soundly after a while. I was quite tired from making love.
In my sleep, I felt something envelop my penis, something warm, and then my legs were pressed down, moving gently. I was actually awake, but not wanting my wife to waste time on me, I turned over and went back to sleep.
My wife muttered, "This is so annoying, if this keeps up, I'm really going to go outside to take care of it." As she said this, my penis got hard, but I hid it well, and no one saw it.
At this moment, I became more awake. My wife lay on the bed, and the bed shook for a while. I knew she was probably masturbating; her breathing was trembling, and I felt a little guilty. After a while, my wife gave up. She had difficulty achieving orgasm on her own unless she used a toy! My wife
sat up, sighed, got out of bed, and went naked to the living room. The bedroom light was off, and my wife had plugged in a nightlight on the sofa, so I could see things clearly. The boy's penis was still dangling on his stomach, showing no signs of erection. My wife didn't go to the chaise lounge; she sat directly on the edge of the sofa, examining the boy, and occasionally touching his face. I knew it was this face that had captured my wife's heart, and I just wanted to make it happen for her.
I watched as she gently stroked his face, touching his nose, then his lips, before leaning in to smell his hair, rubbing her face against his, and lightly touching his lips. Then she stood up, her face beaming.
After doing all this, she took the boy's hand and placed it on her breast, kneading it vigorously. My wife closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation, without touching his limp penis. After a while, she did something that surprised me: she took the boy's exposed hand and placed it on her vulva, clamping it between her legs and starting to twist. As she twisted, the boy's arm moved along with it.
With his hand still inside, my wife's attention shifted. She lifted the boy's T-shirt, revealing his nipples, and kissed each one. I saw the boy's penis twitch slightly, and then my wife moved downwards, inhaling the scent of his genitals, sliding her nose along his penis. It was incredibly erotic; my penis was rock hard.
My wife continued to pull the foreskin down, and once it was completely back, I saw that the boy's penis was hard and throbbing slightly. She tightened her grip on his penis, rubbing it vigorously, then glanced back towards the bedroom to make sure I wasn't there. She then picked up a wet wipe from the coffee table and gently wiped the glans, cleaning the entire penis.
By this time, the boy's penis was very hard. My wife approached the penis, licked it with her tongue, and took it in her mouth for a few moments, without doing much else. When she released it, it was glistening with her saliva. She then removed her hand, which was covered in her vaginal fluid. She took another wet wipe, carefully cleaned it, examined it, and then put it down. She turned over, trying to align the penis with her vagina like she was sitting on a toilet, but she couldn't get it in place. Finally, she placed one foot on the floor and the other inside the sofa, then squatted down.
As the penis drew closer and closer to my wife's vagina, my heart pounded with excitement. Finally, my wife grasped the penis and slid it across her labia, immediately tilting her head back in excitement. She continued to slide it, and I heard her moans. I knew she was close to climaxing.
Then, with a sudden, forceful slide, the penis entered her vagina. My wife, momentarily stunned, sat down. Afraid of waking the boy, she leaned forward, supporting herself with her hands – a classic woman-on-top position. At this point, she didn't care about anything else; she was already climaxing. Small movements made the penis circle inside her vagina, and unconsciously, her breasts circled against the boy's stomach.
Perhaps because she was so engrossed, she didn't notice the boy's impending climax. I could see his testicles tightening – a sign of impending ejaculation. But my wife was also about to climax.
Just then, something unexpected happened. The boy suddenly grabbed my wife with both hands and thrust his hips rapidly a few times. My wife didn't move, but those few thrusts were enough to bring her to orgasm. The boy pressed tightly against his wife's vagina, ejaculating repeatedly. He didn't wake up, and his wife remained calm, her mouth wide open, unable to utter a sound, her body stiff and convulsing—apparently, this was an unconscious action by the boy.
I realized—he hadn't used a condom. After a moment of stunned silence, his wife quickly got up, covered her genitals, and rushed into the bathroom, the sound of flushing filling the air.
The boy's penis was covered in semen and a white, viscous substance, and he remained unconscious.
Taking advantage of this moment, I turned off the monitor, lay on the bed, erect, too afraid to masturbate, and drifted off to sleep. I
woke up in the morning needing to urinate, and saw my wife still asleep, a satisfied look on her face, sleeping so soundly. I slowly got out of bed, opened the door, and glanced at the boy on the sofa. He had put his shorts back on and was still sleeping in the same position. I
slowly walked over and peered through his underwear. The scene had been cleaned up; there was no smell of semen, and his penis lay obediently on its side. I breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at his handsome face, and turned to go to the bathroom.
The boy stayed there for the next week, and similar incidents happened several more times, but we didn't confront him directly. My wife always seemed reluctant to touch the boy in front of me, despite how passionate she was on the first day. Although the outcome was unexpected, my desire for my wife to experience other men was fulfilled.
Finally finished writing. Real stories are sometimes not as perfect as fictional ones; for example, the boy was always asleep. But facts are facts.

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