Embarking on the path of cuckoldry 11

We were like two lustful beasts, frantically exploiting each other. Then, my wife suddenly went berserk, with unexpected strength. Without even taking off her clothes, she rolled over and pinned me down. Her favorite off-white silk dress, which I had been pressing down on, tore with a "rip." She didn't care about cherishing or fixing the dress, completely abandoning her usual ladylike elegance. She pulled down my underwear, grabbed my already erect penis, and took it into her mouth. She impatiently rotated, swallowed, stroked, and sucked it, her movements so vigorous that she was no less passionate than a leading lady in a pornographic film. I didn't even have time to stop her.

What surprised me even more was that my wife did things she had never done or couldn't do before, such as licking and sucking my testicles with great force, almost making me cry out in pain; licking my perineum and the area between my penis and anus with her tongue, something she had never done before because she thought it was dirty; and now, what she called deep throat, which meant taking her mouth all the way to the base of my penis.

When I'm erect, it's about 13 centimeters long. My wife has a small mouth, and usually when she performs oral sex with me, she can only take the glans in at most, and when she penetrates, she can only insert about half of my penis. This time, it reached her throat, making her gag. I quickly patted her back tenderly: "Honey, don't do that, slow down."
I knew in my heart that, without a doubt, my wife had not only been fucked by J as she wished, but had also received extensive "training" from J that night, becoming a complete slut. She was trying to redeem herself, trying her best to compensate me, please me, and repay me for losing her virginity. But what's the use of compensating now? My wife was no longer the same person. Over twenty years of chastity and fidelity had crumbled overnight. She had irrevocably joined the growing ranks of those having affairs, becoming a wanton wife who had cheated on her husband.
My wife suddenly pounced on me, kissing my lips frantically: "Husband, do you hate me?"
"No, baby, I love you even more."
"Swear at me, swear at me."
"No, baby, I'll always love you, the more wanton you are, the better."
"I don't want to, husband, swear at me, hate me, that will make me feel better. I'm dirty, I'm a bad woman."
These words ignited my lust. I rolled over and pinned her beneath me, lifting her short dress. She surprisingly lifted her buttocks to meet my touch, allowing me to easily pull off her panties. Suddenly remembering something, I grabbed her milky-white cotton panties, which were lying to the side, and frantically searched for them.

Sure enough, a large, wet, sticky stain was imprinted right in the center of the underwear covering the woman's genitals, particularly glaring and conspicuous under the dim yellow light of the bedroom. I greedily inhaled the scent; it was the familiar fishy smell of male semen and the musky smell of female lubrication, this peculiar mixture of fishy and musky odor instantly filling my chest. I recklessly stuck out my tongue and greedily licked it, sucking back and forth on the stain with my lips.
Hearing the sounds I made, my wife opened her eyes and saw what I was doing. She murmured, "Husband, you... how could you be so shameless?"
Shameless? I am shameless, but what about you? Bringing another man's semen back to your husband, what do you mean by that? Even though I used to encourage you to have sex with other men, you opened your legs to J the first time you met him, offering him your most private, precious, and sacred part. I thought you would at least meet him a few times before sleeping with him. What do you mean by that? How are you any better than me?
Okay, if I'm going to be shameless, then I'll be shameless to the end!
With that thought, I knelt between my wife's legs, lifting her buttocks with both hands. My wife cooperated, thrusting her buttocks upwards. I pressed my nose and mouth directly against the entrance of her vagina. Her lower body was already overflowing with vaginal fluid; her labia and inner thighs were soaked, even the pubic hair on either side of her labia was drenched. This scene stimulated my senses.

I examined my wife's genitals, carefully observing, searching for the traces J had left there. I greedily inhaled the scent emanating from my wife's genitals, smelling the lingering scent of J.

My wife's vulva, red and swollen from J's fucking, slowly leaked the abundant semen that filled her vagina. A strand of semen flowed down her thigh, appearing particularly glaring and conspicuous under the dim yellow light of the bedroom. This was J's routine "deflowering gift" for his cuckolded husband. He was indeed experienced in cuckolding, declaring his complete possession of my wife. This immediately captivated me, making my blood boil, my lower body hard, and my lust burning fiercely.

The semen flowing from my wife's vagina had liquefied, making her vulva look muddy and shiny under the light. I used my tongue to lick and suck at my wife's vulva, swallowing every drop, whether it was the thick white semen or the vaginal fluid flowing from my wife, not letting any of the fluids go to waste, making gurgling swallowing sounds in my throat.

I was overwhelmed with emotion. In this all-too-familiar, alluring place, in this secret passage that was once meant only for me, a wild man's penis had actually entered me—thicker, longer, longer-lasting, more durable than mine. It roamed freely inside, conquering and ravaging, barbarically invading, and finally, with its ejaculated semen, declared its possession of the forbidden depths of my wife's body, the place of her seemingly dignified and innocent nature. It conquered the heart of my wife, who seemed conservative and traditional. It truly proved Zhang Ailing's words: "The path to a woman's soul is her vagina; to conquer a woman's vagina is to conquer her soul."

My beautiful, innocent wife, since middle school, had been pursued so passionately by so many outstanding men, yet she had always remained chaste. Tonight, however, she had unreservedly let this not-so-outstanding man penetrate her deeply, leaving her naked beneath him, eagerly receiving wave after wave of his pleasure.

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