Embarking on the path of cuckoldry 9

But things didn't go as planned. Since my wife entered the hotel, neither J nor my wife has sent me any messages. I'm incredibly anxious. I've wanted to message my wife and J several times, but I've forced myself to hold back. That fluctuating emotion is controlling me. On one hand, I'm hoping something will happen between J and my wife; on the other hand, I'm afraid they'll actually do something. I even hope it won't happen so soon, that they can meet a few times, get to know each other, and develop feelings before it happens. What should I do? Should I stop it immediately? Calling my wife back might still be in time.

Several times I've dialed my wife's number, but I've blocked it before I can make the call. What am I doing? What am I thinking? To be honest, even now, I still hope 60% that they've just had dinner and chatted, 30% that they've at most held hands, hugged, or even kissed and touched each other, and only 10% that they've actually had sex.

I still thought maybe they were just having dinner and chatting, maybe my wife didn't even like him, let alone sleep with J, maybe she had already finished eating but her phone was dead and she couldn't contact me.
But maybe...maybe they really slept together? This thought suddenly popped into my head, like a heavy hammer hitting my heart. I felt a sudden tightness in my chest, my vision blurred for a moment, and I looked up at the dining room, but the lights were still bright.

I immediately comforted myself: Impossible, my wife is definitely not that kind of person. She's so innocent, so chaste, how could she sleep with someone she met online after just one meeting? Although they had talked about so many private topics online before, J had told me that although he had hinted that he particularly liked my wife, she had never said anything too extreme, let alone slept with her.

But what's going on now? How far have they progressed? Why do I have such a strong feeling, even though I had prepared for the worst?
I was like an ant on a hot plate, unable to stand or sit still, unable to eat anything, leaving my child looking at me with confusion.

I couldn't hold back any longer and sent J a short message: "How's it going?"
A while later, J replied: "Eating."
I felt a little relieved and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it probably hadn't come to that. But at the same time, another feeling welled up inside me. Humans are truly strange creatures. Knowing that J and my wife were doing "normal things" filled me with a strange sense of loss. I asked myself: "What happened to your original expectations? What happened to the steamy and exciting scene you hoped to see between J and my wife? What happened to the cuckolding you've been searching for all these years? Are you still unable to take that step?"
I even sent J another message: "Is it really that simple? Hugging, kissing, touching?"
Another long silence followed, no reply. I wonder what J's feelings will be when he sees this? Will he think I'm encouraging him to have my wife? Or will he think I don't trust them to do anything inappropriate? Or will he secretly laugh at me: "I'm not even in a hurry to have your wife, but you're more eager than me?" I even regretted sending that message.
My child was fussing about going to sleep, so I had to take him away from McDonald's. Passing the Bright Hotel, I turned and stared at it, hoping to see something, but I saw nothing, only a sea of people. I hoped to hear something, but I heard nothing, only noise and clamor.

Suddenly, I had this feeling: the towering hotel looked down on me, its flashing neon lights winked at me, and passersby stared at me. Were they mocking me, this psychologically disturbed man? Were they clearly witnessing what was happening between J and his wife? Could they understand my despicable actions? I felt like I had been stripped naked, standing bare on the street, people looking at me like I was a monster, all scorning and laughing at me.

Back home, after settling my child down to sleep, I sat on the sofa watching boring TV, silently waiting with my silent phone. Good heavens, more than four hours had passed since my wife left this house. What could take so long?

As time ticked by, I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into an abyss. The thought of J and my wife having a normal meal and conversation was fading away, replaced by a huge, blatant green hat looming over my head.

What's coming will come. I kept swallowing, a strange mix of excitement, anger, despair, novelty, desire, doubt, and bitterness tormenting and entangled me. For over four hours, my penis had been constantly erecting, softening, erecting again, and softening again—it was incredibly uncomfortable. I had to change into my underwear, gently stroking it through my clothes while trying to control it, preventing it from reaching orgasm.
Okay, okay, even if my wife and J have already slept together, how far have they gone?

Did my wife and J hug? Kiss? Touch? Were my wife's clothes undressed? Did J forcibly undress her? Or did they undress each other while kissing? Did my wife resist? Did they start passionately or take a shower first?

Did my wife give J oral sex? Did J push his wife down? Did he penetrate her? Was his wife resisting or cooperating? Did his wife moan? Did she scream? What position did they use? Did they use lewd language during the act? Did his wife call him "darling" or "husband"?

When J ejaculated, did he ejaculate inside his wife, pull out and ejaculate on her buttocks or stomach, or did he give her oral sex? Does his wife accept oral sex: she never accepted it before when we had sex. Did his wife swallow his semen? Did his wife lick J's penis, which still had semen residue, after he ejaculated?

What do they do after intercourse? Does J dress his wife, or does she dress herself while J watches with satisfaction? What do they do after she's dressed? Do they chat together? Do they go out to eat? Or do they stroll around Quancheng Square nearby?

Like a caged beast, I was overwhelmed by images of my wife being relentlessly fucked by J. I was lost in these scenes, my erection slowly fading. My wife's infidelity, it seemed, was the most potent and stimulating aphrodisiac for me.

As per our pre-arranged agreement, J sent me a photo after he succeeded. The moment I saw it, my blood boiled, as if I were being scalded by fire.

The image showed two bodies, a man and a woman, tightly intertwined. The woman's white, delicate flesh below was clearly my wife. J's engorged, purplish-red penis was clearly visible in the high-definition camera, even the veins coiled like earthworms. My wife's pink labia were stretched wide, mixed with white fluid and semen, symbolizing how this private place had been invaded by a man's penis.
I imagined my wife lying naked beneath J, being fucked, and felt utterly powerless in the face of my uncontrollable lust.

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