Asking his wife's ex-boyfriend

Time flies, and I've been married to my husband for seven or eight years now. Our relationship has always been stable, although we have our arguments, but they're all just minor squabbles.

A few years into our marriage, our sex life became quite mundane. Sometimes, when I don't want it, I'll moan a few times to please him, letting him do it until I come.

If it weren't for my husband's cuckoldry fetish, we might have continued like this.

I first discovered this one night when he came home drunk. I was almost asleep, but he woke me up.

I wasn't interested, so I just moaned a few times to appease him. He's very persistent after drinking, and even though I was starting to feel pain, he still wouldn't ejaculate. I told him to hurry up, and he said he wanted me to tell him something exciting.

I said, "What's exciting?"

He said, "Tell me how other men have done it to you." I was shocked; he'd never been so rough before.

I knew I wasn't a virgin before we got married, but he'd never asked.

This time, I thought he was drunk, so I ignored him. He pulled me to a different position, making me lie face down, and he penetrated me from behind.

Seeing that I didn't speak, he continued to ask, "Did they hold your ass and penetrate you like this?" I felt uncomfortable listening to this and ignored him. He continued to say some inappropriate things, and I started crying while we were doing it. My face was down, and he didn't notice and continued talking, as if talking about these things aroused him. He ejaculated not long after.

I wanted to get angry, but he went to sleep as soon as he finished, not giving me a chance to lash out.

The next day, I was too embarrassed to bring up what happened the day before, and he was away on a business trip that day, so he escaped unscathed.

When he came back from his business trip, he wanted it again that night. He turned on the bedroom wall lamp, making it quite romantic. I lay on my side, and he held me and penetrated me from behind. To be honest, I used to like this position, but my husband's penis isn't long, so it was very shallow. I told him that it wasn't satisfying to penetrate like this, and asked him to change positions so that it would penetrate deeper. My

husband said, "Wife, then find a man with a long penis to fuck you. I agree to let you go out a few times occasionally."

When I heard that, I thought, "Here we go again. I didn't have a chance to argue with you the other day because you were drunk. Are you looking down on me for not being a virgin when we got married?"

I immediately wanted to explode and quit, but my husband seemed to know my reaction. He held me down tightly from behind, and I couldn't break free no matter how hard I struggled. While venting his lust, he continued to say that he liked me being with other men, and other such vulgarities.

After we finished, I confronted him, and he introduced me to a term for the first time: "cuckoldry." He told me that many people have it, but I didn't believe him and thought he was perverted. He said he often fantasized that I would sneak home with other men while he was away on business trips and ravage me in our bed. He also often fantasized that other men were penetrating me during sex. No matter what he said, I called him a pervert and insisted that family stability was above all else. I told him to go to hell with all his nonsense. That night, neither of us could convince the other, and we went to sleep sullenly. After that, he said the same thing every time we had sex, as if only in this way could he get aroused. Actually, I had several boyfriends before marrying my husband, and also a lover who was ten years older than me. We still kept in touch occasionally after marriage. I talked about my husband with this guy online, and he agreed with me that my husband was a pervert. So whenever my husband brought it up, I didn't argue and just called him a pervert. But after hearing it so many times, it wasn't so jarring or offensive anymore. Sometimes, seeing him aroused, I would even play along a little. At the beginning of this year, I forgot what happened, but I was in a good mood and wanted to have sex that night. I was wearing my pajamas and hugging my husband, saying sweetly, "Little sister wants to be penetrated." I saw my husband's eyes light up. He put his hand inside my clothes and touched me, saying, "Which man do you want to be penetrated by?" I pressed my finger against his head and said, "Of course, this one." He put his finger on my genitals and asked, "Are other men okay?" I said, "A man with a big penis is fine." He was very excited and kissed and nibbled at me. I hadn't felt this kind of passion in a long time, but it wasn't good either. He was too excited and ejaculated very quickly.

I wasn't done yet, and before he could finish, he climbed on top of me and asked which of my ex-boyfriends I had the best sex with, and whether I was allowed to contact them.

I asked if he wasn't jealous, and he said that since we'd already done it all, it wouldn't hurt to let me have a few more pleasures.

I just can't understand why a man would let his wife have sex with someone else; he doesn't get anything out of it.

But after being influenced by my husband like this for so long, although I felt it was shameful, I didn't find it too disgusting.

I told him I couldn't find him and hadn't contacted him in a long time.

My husband asked me how this boyfriend had made me feel good. At this point, I had my back to him, and he was holding me. I said I liked this position when he penetrated me; his penis was long, and this position allowed him to penetrate quite deeply.

This piqued his interest, and I could clearly feel him getting hard again. He penetrated me from behind, asking me how other men had done it to me.

Later, he asked me these questions every time we had sex, and it became my essential love talk.

He also learned more and more about my contact with my ex-boyfriend.

I met him the year I graduated from university. Strictly speaking, it was a one-night stand. I had just broken up with my boyfriend and was feeling down. He was in his thirties, and I was 22. My ex-boyfriend's immaturity had made me lose faith in younger men, while I was drawn to mature, older men.

Although I knew he was married, I still slept with him. Perhaps because there was no mutual responsibility, I had fewer expectations of him, which made it last longer. We've been in an on-and-off relationship ever since, breaking up a few times each time. I was determined to be a good woman, but I couldn't hold on for various reasons.

He has a great physique, dark skin, which is my type.

Before my wedding, I went to his city to see him, hoping to break up with him so we could go our separate ways. He frankly agreed, thanked me for my companionship over the years, and told me to contact him if I needed anything.

We haven't seen each other for a long time since, but we haven't completely lost contact. We have each other's phone numbers, and later, after we got WeChat, we added each other on WeChat.

Once, when I was having sex with my husband, I pointed to his profile picture on WeChat and told him it was him.

My husband asked me to send him a voice message, so I said, "Are you asleep?" and sent it.

He continued making love to me, and I replied, "No." He took the phone and continued making love. After a while, I heard a text message. I picked it up and saw that he had secretly sent him the sounds of me moaning during sex.

He asked what I was doing.

He told me to say I was masturbating.

I didn't say anything.

So he texted me, saying I was masturbating and missed him.

He replied that he missed me too.

And obviously, my sounds aroused him; he even said things like he wanted to kiss my breasts and buttocks.

After reading that, he got even more excited and thrust into me hard. Then he took pictures of my buttocks and breasts and sent them to him.

I also have a bit of a perverted fetish for being spied on, and I was quite aroused, so I didn't stop him too much.

After we finished, I quickly turned off my phone, afraid he would call.

But the next day at work, he still called and asked what happened last night, saying he seemed particularly horny.

I couldn't say that my husband did it, so I could only say that he wasn't home and I wanted it myself.

He said he wanted to come see me, but I said no need.

That night, my husband wanted it again, so I sent him a voice message. We were flirting while we were having sex, and he typed out what I wouldn't say.

My husband told me to tell him I wanted his big dick inside me, but I refused. He said he'd tell him via voice message, but I refused. Forced into it, I had to say it, and it was really exciting.

All night, I felt like I was having sex with two people.

Later, the older man said he wanted to come see me. I wanted to stop him, but my husband kept begging me to let him come. I told him to decide, and he texted me to let him come when he was free.

A few days later, the older man called me, saying he'd arrive that evening and asking if I was free. I was a little hesitant and said I wasn't sure, we'd arrange it later.

When I got home that night, I told my husband the older man was coming, but I didn't want to see him.

My husband still insisted I go; it seems he won't be satisfied until he's sold me out.

The older man lived in a nearby city, about an hour's drive away, and came after work.

My husband offered to drive me to a hotel, but I refused, feeling a bit guilty. I took a taxi myself.

The meeting with the older man went smoothly. We became familiar with each other, understood each other's needs, and were considerate of each other's feelings.

It had been a long time since we'd seen each other, and there was a strange, exciting feeling.

I hastily tore off his clothes on the bed, not waiting for gentle foreplay, and went straight to the point. He let out a deep, beast-like growl, wantonly kneading my body. I lay down, using my most vulnerable parts to actively welcome his hardness. He seemed to want to shatter me. His large lower body made me feel a long-lost fullness. The area where we were joined was a mess of pubic hair and pubic hair. Every nerve and muscle in my body was tense, feeling and welcoming his invasion. Every inch of my skin longed for his care. I thrust my chest out, using my breasts to tease his dark body, and tried to kiss him with my lips, but I could only kiss his neck, tasting the salty taste of his slight sweat.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. I had once belonged only to him, but now I had returned to my rightful owner. My body was like a lost puppy finding its owner, desperately trying to please him. Every thrust of his filled me with immense pleasure, and every kneading of his body was met with joyful response from my body.

The room was filled with our heavy breathing and the crisp sounds of our bodies colliding. His low growls made me moan uncontrollably, like a nightingale dying out. During my climax, I felt like I was suffocating from lack of oxygen, only to recover instantly and willingly continue to enjoy more thrusts.

The hotel corridor echoed with the clatter of women's high heels and laughter. I couldn't care less what they thought, whether they would hear a young woman enjoying physical pleasure with a man other than her husband. At this moment, I belonged only to him. The continuous orgasms overwhelmed me, and I even wondered what I had been holding onto all these years. His thrusts shattered my values instantly. Why did I suffer while he was emotionally exhausted? Happy

times always pass quickly. His heat made me dizzy. After the passion subsided, I continued to experience the fullness he gave me. Although not as firm as before, it was still incredibly full.

For the first time, I satisfied my husband's desire and also satisfied myself.

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