My wife's real-life cuckolding journey (1)

Many people enjoy cuckoldry stories, and I'm no exception. I have a strong affinity for them and have been lurking on forums for a long time, always wanting to try writing one myself. Through this article, I want to share my experience. It might not be well-written, but it's all based on the truth, so please read with patience.
Every cuckoldry story begins by describing the girlfriend's beauty—always described as graceful and stunningly beautiful. However, my wife, besides having a very pretty face, doesn't have such a great figure. After giving birth, she became fuller and more curvaceous—you can imagine for yourselves. And she's incredibly conservative, more conservative than you'd imagine. To make what I'm about to do possible, I did a lot of work before finally taking that step.
My wife and I were college classmates; she's two years younger than me. After graduation, we lived together in Beijing, leading a busy, hectic nine-to-five life. Although we weren't wealthy, we had a comfortable, comfortable lifestyle. Our sex life is rather monotonous. Traditional positions, agreed-upon times, agreed-upon procedures—every time is the same, like going to work. Gradually, we both lost interest. Perhaps it's because of our long-term exam-oriented education, being obedient students at home and honest employees at work; everything about us is so bland and unremarkable.
Since attending a sex education course and reading many cuckoldry stories, I've had some budding ideas. I'd read many multi-person sex stories before, but they all felt unrealistic, with excessive exposure that my wife disliked and resisted. When I told my wife about these cuckoldry stories, I found she wasn't as opposed; she seemed curious. I felt I'd finally found the key: collect as many cuckoldry stories as possible and share them with her.
This time, there wasn't the immediate, dramatic improvement in our sex life that some people describe—at least not that obvious. I found that my wife was more receptive to what I was saying. The most frequent lines she uttered were, "What were their husbands thinking? How could they do that?" After asking these questions, she would look at me. I kept wondering if she was waiting for my answer.
I spent a long time sorting out my thoughts, trying to figure out if I could accept being cuckolded. The thought of being cuckolded gives me an erection, but the thought of my wife being penetrated is really painful. I wonder if you guys really enjoy it without feeling uncomfortable? I can't tell my wife about this discomfort, otherwise we can't continue the discussion. After a lot of internal struggle and organizing my thoughts, I started to persuade my wife.
First, regarding my starting point, because we've had a few girlfriends before, I have some experience, but my wife hasn't had anyone else before me. This has been my reason for persuading her until now, and it's also my starting point for wanting her to try other men. My wife hasn't been able to find a reason to refute this reason; she just keeps saying I'm stupid. I know she's taken this reason to heart, and I've found a good entry point.
Secondly, regarding our quality of life, we both admit that our sex life is problematic right now, but we can't find a way to overcome it. My wife doesn't experience pleasure when exposed to others; she only feels worried, which affects her mood. We've tried in parks, but that only makes me more impulsive. My wife doesn't have many such interests, so I have to give up on that.
Finally, I let my wife choose a way to improve the quality of our sex life. She had no idea, and in the end, she could only passively agree to try changing her mindset. This led to a huge turning point in our sex life.
Now, let's get to the main point; I've already gone into too much detail.
We started disrupting our sleep schedules when we had sex. While we were making love, I started incorporating elements from a cuckold's story. My wife started to become more active at this point, getting into character with me. When I touched her, I said, "This is Yuan touching you," and she closed her eyes to feel it. I said, "I am Yuan" (Yuan is a male colleague of my wife's who is usually very good to her), as I touched her and said this.
When I placed my hand on her breasts, my wife surprisingly let out a soft moan. I knew she was getting into character. I gently massaged her breasts, murmuring, "Sister, your breasts really feel so good."
My wife's body trembled slightly, she opened her eyes, gave me a meaningful look, and then closed them again ("Sister" is what her colleague calls her). Later, I changed all the terms of address, asking every time I touched a spot, "Sister, can I touch this?"
My wife would nod with her eyes closed, and I didn't know if she was thinking of me or Yuan. Although she cooperated, she was holding back. Finally, when I touched her genitals, I asked, "Sister, can I touch your pussy?" At that moment, my wife suddenly grabbed my hand and put it between her legs, saying, "Sister, let me touch you, sister, let me touch you, sister, it's so itchy.
" I immediately cooperated and touched my wife's vulva, describing it as I did so, "Sister, your vulva is so wet, sister, your vulva is so beautiful, sister, your pubic hair is all wet!"
Seeing my wife's increasingly furrowed brows, I knew she was reaching her limit. I asked, "Sister, can I put my hand inside your vulva?" My
wife nodded frantically, without speaking. I inserted my middle finger and held it still, while my thumb hovered over her clitoris. I gently pinched and released with both fingers, then pinched and released again. My wife's muscles began to tighten, but she didn't speak. I added, "Sister, is it comfortable?" She remained unmoved.
At this point, my wife couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Yuan, give it to me quickly!"
That's exactly what I was waiting for. I immediately put my mouth to my wife's nipple. She grabbed her breasts with both hands and brought them to my mouth, opening her eyes and looking at me. She said, "Far, hurry up, okay?
" I quickly rubbed my hands together a few times. My wife opened her mouth wide, thrust her chest out, and tensed her body. I knew she was about to climax. I quickly rubbed her thumb and middle finger a few times. My wife let out an "Ah!" and pulled back, her legs clamping my hands tightly. I continued moving my fingers. She trembled uncontrollably, gripping my arm tightly, reaching her climax.
Watching my wife's trembling body, I felt incredibly satisfied. I lovingly caressed her body, no longer stimulating her sensitive areas, rubbing her arms and legs. My wife licked her dry lips, looking at me.
I relaxed her, looking at her, and asked, "Was it good?" My wife nodded.
She wasn't like the ones in novels who could have multiple orgasms, only one and then wouldn't let me touch her anymore; touching her made her uncomfortable.
After lying down for a bit, she was about to get up and serve me, but I shook my head. She noticed that my penis wasn't erect. She looked at me with a questioning expression. I said that I was also very excited just now. If you enjoyed it, I felt good too. Besides, you're so tired, so rest for a while. Then I hugged my wife and lay down together, asking the same question: "Was it good?"
My wife stared at me and said it was great, even better than before. Although I was a little jealous, I felt relieved. Was it because we mentioned "Yuan"? My wife looked at me and said she didn't know, she was just very excited. I said that's good, at least we've found a way to improve the quality of our sex life.
For a long time afterward, our sex life involved constantly mentioning her colleague. The quality of our sex life did improve a lot, and my wife wasn't so insistent on having someone else penetrate her anymore.
This went on for a long time. In late spring, I suggested that my wife try having someone penetrate her, but no matter how I tried to persuade her, she wouldn't agree. You guys aren't so easy to reason with, are you? Finally, my wife couldn't stand my coaxing and finally agreed to try.
But there's a condition: she can't know anyone (meaning far away is out of the question), and she can't know anyone I know—too familiar. She can't show her face; I'm afraid of running into her later. No man who takes the initiative; she has to control the pace and stop whenever she wants. He can't be unattractive; she likes the super-handsome type. And he can't be unclean. These conditions left me speechless! This is worse than a rejection! I nominally agreed, but it's still a rejection! Just as I was about to argue, my wife, with a conflicted expression, said: "If you agree to the conditions, I agree. If you don't, there's no point in discussing anything like this again."
I was speechless. There was nothing I could do but say "okay." No going back on my word! Whoever goes back on their word is a coward. So I added: "If you back out, I'll take our money box and go to prostitutes every day, and I won't talk to you anymore!"
My wife probably thought her conditions were practically flawless, and since she controlled the pace and details, she was confident and agreed immediately!
As long as my wife sets the conditions, things are easier, even though it's difficult, almost impossible. I still put in a lot of effort, including communicating with others online and seeking advice from many fellow men. I tried every method I could think of, but we were stuck on the last crucial factor: the man has to be handsome. What exactly constitutes handsome? Many netizens volunteered, sending photos, but they were all rejected. While I was dejected, my wife was quite pleased, because she felt she had stumped me.
I think it's true that perseverance pays off; not long after we finished talking, fate suddenly presented me with this person—it felt like destiny.
Before describing the person I met, I think I need to introduce the work we did. Many netizens gave me advice on how to make her the decision while ensuring others wouldn't recognize her. I have to thank netizen Tingting for her idea: drugs. To make the man unaware!
At first, this idea was really crazy, I thought it was the most impractical thing imaginable, what's the point, it's like necrophilia. But my wife was in favor of it, so I had no choice but to agree! Next came the experiment: because we didn't know the dosage or the effects, she insisted on using me as the guinea pig, otherwise, it was off the table!
Over the weekend, we went to the pharmacy and bought the pills (sleeping pills, don't get the wrong idea!). We could only buy a two-day supply at a time, no more! I'd never taken sleeping pills before, and I sleep quite soundly, I really didn't know what the consequences would be. But my wife was really enthusiastic! She wouldn't let me have sex before bed, saying it was to be realistic, she really treated me like a novice!
Just after 8 pm, I was given the pills and made to sleep naked! To be an experiment for my wife, you all have to be a novice if you want to do this! I fell asleep quickly, but the next morning, I woke up with aches all over my body, my head was foggy, I hadn't slept well at all! I really don't know how these sleeping pills worked! But now my wife was asleep!
She was sleeping so soundly! I wondered if we'd been up all night. I got up to check, to see if anything had happened, but I didn't feel anything unusual. My penis was clean, nothing seemed amiss. I was puzzled, but based on my experience, I was certain I'd ejaculated last night! Because some things don't recover so quickly after sex!
You guys might have noticed, but the desire for sex before and after sex is different. You can tell the difference if you pay close attention. As for how many times I ejaculated, I couldn't tell, but I was certain I'd ejaculated last night, and I had no idea how it happened! Then I started searching the whole house for traces, even turning over the trash can, trying to find the smell of semen, but to no avail! I was even more suspicious. The answer would only be known when my wife woke up.
It was almost noon, and my wife, without even opening her eyes, started calling out, "Honey, I'm hungry!" I quickly brought her food and milk, hoping to appease her and get an answer.
My wife ate silently, occasionally sneaking a smile. Seeing my anxious look, she couldn't hold back anymore and said something that made my jaw drop: "Honey, you were sleeping like a log! I could have slaughtered you and sold your flesh last night and you wouldn't have known!" Then she kept laughing! I kept begging her to tell me the details! (I was so regretful then, why didn't I record it? I was green with envy!).
My wife just casually said: "After you fell asleep, I was testing if your penis would get hard, if you could feel anything. I masturbated you, and you didn't even know? I told you to stop when it got hard, and to stop when it went soft, and then to put it down when it got hard again! Hehehe, it was so funny! You really didn't know anything?" I was sweating bullets. Fellow wolves, don't be a newbie!
I said, "That's all? You didn't do anything?" She said, "I, I tried, (hesitating a bit) but you were like a dead person, you didn't feel anything, so I didn't find it interesting either. That's it, nothing special." (I know my wife lied, or maybe there were things she was too embarrassed to say.) But you know, I've found that when you're asleep, my penis is even more fun! I can play with it however I want. Once you're hard, I can practically lift you up by my penis!
My God, this is a violent test! I'll never do this test again! Not only did I get nothing, but the risk was too great! I pressed on relentlessly, "Really nothing else? I didn't ejaculate?"
My wife was taken aback, then immediately said, "No, if you had, would you have any on you? You used to always smell, do you have any this time? I don't want you to ejaculate!"
I really didn't find any evidence, but I knew it definitely happened. Finally, my wife said, "The first half of the night was more effective, probably because of the drug. You slept very soundly, so it didn't matter how much I played with you. But in the morning, although your penis is harder, if you play too much, you'll easily turn over. A little play is fine."
I hugged and kissed my wife. Regardless, she'd gotten what she wanted, and the desired effect had been achieved. I immediately wanted to make love to her. According to her usual routine, if we didn't do it the night before, we'd definitely make up for it the next morning. But after kissing and caressing her for a while, she said, "Let's do it tonight. I need to go out shopping. If we do it, we won't be able to leave!" She refused! This further confirmed my suspicions. But why did my wife insist that nothing had happened? I only found the answer to this question when that incredibly handsome guy arrived!
This visitor from outer space said that a college classmate I hadn't seen for many years told me that his colleague, a woman he was very close to, had a younger brother coming to work in Beijing. The company had already found him a job, he'd passed the medical exam, and the company was going to send him to their city to develop the market. So there was a short training period, and they needed to solve the accommodation problem for about a week. He insisted that I agree!
I strongly disagreed and hesitated, saying that our accommodation in Beijing was also very cramped—a one-bedroom apartment, and the space was tiny. If we put a single bed in the living room, there wouldn't be enough room to walk around; it was basically just a passageway! As anyone who lives in Beijing knows, what's called a one-bedroom apartment is actually just a suite. The space outside the main room is tiny, barely big enough for a bed (in reality, our outer room is alright; a friend from Beijing had an old L-shaped sofa there, and we could even fit a coffee table). I was about to refuse! Then he brought up the inconvenience of staying at home, and eventually, I couldn't resist. My classmate pulled me into a chat on QQ, saying he wanted to woo that colleague—she's very pretty—and if I could get her, he could have his way with her. I was speechless; my classmate had gone to such lengths. Then he sent me all of that person's information, assuring me that she was trustworthy, had no bad habits, was handsome, healthy, and had no infectious diseases. He even sent me her recent medical exam results.
I was completely bewildered as I browsed through what he sent, struggling to figure out how to refuse. Just then, my wife came over, looking at me, and asked, "Are you chatting with those random people again?" I glanced back and said a friend's younger brother was coming to Beijing and wanted to stay at our place, and I didn't know how to respond.
My wife took the bait, saying, "What's so hard about that? You can't even say no!" I was about to reject him when my wife sat down to look at my chat history. When she saw my classmate mention wanting to date that married woman, she glanced at me meaningfully and said, "Do all you men like other men's wives?"
I didn't argue, just pursed my lips. She didn't immediately type a rejection, which relieved me! She also looked through the information my classmate had sent. She scrolled very carefully, not looking at any medical records, mainly because I was curious about what kind of tests were done. I wondered what kind of company that was hiring; they did all sorts of tests, in great detail.
She finally stopped at the first page of the medical report, where her photo was. My wife's gaze lingered on that photo for a full ten seconds! I glanced at it, and damn, her face was perfect! The most striking feature was her straight nose and flawless face, with sharp features. She was incredibly handsome; even I, as a man, found her face attractive. Seeing my wife's reaction, I didn't have time to think much and could only remain silent.
My wife sighed, closed the document, and was about to type in the chat box when she hesitated for a moment. Then she turned to me and asked, "I replied, but don't blame me if I offend your classmate!"
I quickly said, "No, no, honey, let me do it. How will I face my classmates later?"
My wife said, "But it's so inconvenient for us to keep coming and going if you let him stay in the living room. Let's just refuse him!"
At this point, I basically understood that my wife was hesitant! All because of that extremely handsome boy! Her strong desire to refuse just now had softened! But I couldn't say it outright; that's what a husband should do. I pretended to strongly persuade my wife: "Let him stay. Nothing will happen. He doesn't have any infectious diseases or bad habits. He'll only be gone for a week. Besides, that classmate wants to date that colleague. It would be unreasonable for me to refuse him, wouldn't it?"
My wife looked very angry. "I don't care about you anymore! If you let him come, you'll have to do all the housework while he's here. I won't care about anything!" She turned and left!
I sat down, carefully calming my complicated emotions. My judgment was correct. When my wife saw the boy's face, she hesitated. It was a perfect face. Looking at that face, I knew that the most difficult condition my wife had set had been met. It really was fate! The rest was easy. I did my old classmate a favor and reluctantly agreed to help, even having to treat him to a drink before he was satisfied.
That night, after showering and getting into bed, my wife wasn't asleep. She turned her back to me and said softly, "You agreed?"
I replied, "I had no choice. He's an old classmate; I couldn't refuse."

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