Wife's first lover after marriage

After my wife and I got married for a few years, especially after having a child, our sex life gradually decreased. It slowly lost its former passion, becoming perfunctory. There was little foreplay, just erection, penetration, ejaculation, and then we'd go to sleep.

My wife is actually quite beautiful, with a great figure, but she's slowly lost her allure for me! For the past two years, every time I have sex with my wife, I fantasize about having sex with a sexy woman or a voluptuous friend's wife. Only in this way can my erection last longer. Then, a scene suddenly appeared in my mind: my wife being with another man. This scene actually excited me greatly, making my erection harder and lasting longer.

Many men have probably had this thought: secretly fantasizing about their wives being raped, having sex, or being violated by other men to achieve their own sexual arousal. Having this thought, several times during sex with my wife, when she was aroused, I would repeatedly ask her questions like, "Do you want to have sex with other men? Have you ever been with other men?" At first, my wife would roll her eyes at me and call me "crazy." After a while, she got angry and asked why I was asking such perverted questions. I then pretended to be very noble and answered, "I feel our sex life is already quite bland. If you get a greater orgasm with someone else, I'm willing to accept it. As long as you're happy, I'm happy!" My wife answered me very seriously, "I've never thought about being with other men. I've only ever been with you in my life! You've already satisfied me!" Hearing her answer and feeling her sincerity, I was somewhat moved. I held my wife tightly and said emotionally, "If you have another man and get pleasure and orgasms from him that I haven't given you, I won't mind. I even hope you can use this to improve our sex life." My wife stroked my face and said emotionally, "Honey, you really don't mind? I swear, really." My wife whispered in my ear, "I've been fucked by someone else, and he fucked me really well. I want to have sex with him again." Hearing her answer, my half-erect penis quickly became erect, and that time I also brought my wife to a rare orgasm. Afterwards, I asked her about it, and she replied that it was because she had read those pornographic novels and wife-cuckolding stories I had saved in my folder, so that's why she answered me that way this time. I didn't expect that I would be so aroused. She sighed softly, "Honey, are you really that perverted? Hearing that your wife has been fucked by someone else can excite you so much?" Hearing my wife say this, I secretly hoped that such a thing would really happen! Two weeks later, my wife came home one day and went straight to the bathroom to wash her underwear. When she came out, the underwear she had taken off was already washed. Since we usually only wash before bed and leave our clothes until the next day, her actions caught my attention. I knew something was wrong. The next day, my wife again went straight to the bathroom to wash up. Her phone rang, and she came out to answer it. I said I needed to use the restroom and quickly went in. I saw her underwear still in the basin, unwashed. I grabbed her underwear and saw a pool of white, sticky liquid in the crotch area. I smelled it and detected two odors: my wife's body odor and the smell any man could recognize – semen. At that moment, I didn't feel resentment or anger at being cuckolded; instead, I felt excitement, a thrill, a kind of exhilaration. Hmph, usually in… I acted all proper in front of her, but secretly I was having an affair. The thought of my wife's vagina being filled with another man's semen made me feel a surge of desire. I went into the room, and my wife had just finished a phone call. I pushed her down on the bed, pulled off her skirt, and she struggled a little. "What are you doing?" I replied while unbuckling my belt, "Fuck you!" "We'll talk about it after we sleep. Didn't you just do it yesterday?" I replied, "I can never get enough of fucking you. Who told you to be so sexy and alluring?" I leaned down and thrust my penis directly into her vagina. My wife's vagina was still slippery and wet. Remembering that there was another man's semen still inside, my penis unexpectedly became very hard. I grabbed my wife's breast tightly with one hand and began to thrust hard. My wife silently endured my thrusts, and slowly, she began to moan. "What's wrong with you? Why are you so vigorous?" "Nothing, I just want to fuck you," my wife said, also becoming aroused. She wrapped her legs around my waist and held my head in her hands, kissing me. I kept thrusting, the stimulation of my wife's infidelity making my sexual ability reach an unprecedented level. After a few minutes of non-stop thrusting, I was already panting heavily. My wife's face was flushed, and she was gradually reaching orgasm. She probably didn't expect me to be so hard and vigorous today, something I hadn't done in the past two years! Seeing my wife nearing her climax, I abruptly stopped and asked, "Do you want other men to fuck you?" She shook her head. "No, I only want you to fuck me!" Even now, she was still pretending. I was furious and blurted out, "Whose semen is on your underwear?" Her eyes immediately welled up with tears. I knew she was about to apologize. Sure enough, she whispered, "Honey, I'm sorry, I..." I quickly covered her mouth. "Don't apologize to me. I told you, if you want to be fucked by someone else, go ahead. As long as you're happy, I'll be happy too. I wasn't joking. I just wanted to hear this from you!" My wife hugged me tightly and sobbed softly. I kept convulsing. "Now tell me, do you want to be fucked by other men?" After a while, I heard her whisper, "Yes!" "Have you ever been fucked by someone else?" "Yes!" "How many times?" "Many times!"
"Was it good to be fucked by other men?!" "Mmm, very good!"
The conversation proceeded as I expected. I knew that now, no matter what question I asked, my wife had no reason to lie to me anymore.

"Besides me, how many men have you been with?"

Before or after marriage, tell me. Three before marriage, one after. Does one not seem enough? Do you want more? Hmm, I suddenly felt my sexual ability return to what it was like when we first got married—strong and hard. My wife, while enduring my thrusts and answering my questions, probably felt that stimulation as well. That long-lost incoherent climax finally reappeared: "Honey, you're inside me! Ah...ah...honey, you're so good!!...honey, cum inside!" At this moment, I felt a sense of joy. My wife had regained her former flirtatiousness, even though it was caused by other men. But this was what I had been hoping for! I held my wife tightly, thrusting into her forcefully, whispering in her ear, "Wife, everything I said is true. I allow you to have sex with other men. Look, how long has it been since we've had sex like this? This is what I want, a passionate sex life like before! Just be careful, don't develop feelings for him!" My wife nodded repeatedly, "Husband, thank you. I'll never see him again." "Why not? Are you willing to? Answer me honestly!"

My wife was speechless. I thrust a few more times, probably too hard, because my wife's moans were a little painful. I persisted, "Tell me, are you willing to? Didn't you feel very comfortable when you were with him?" My wife seemed to gradually understand my thinking, "If you don't agree, I won't see him!" "I agree!" "Then I will see him. You yourself said that it excites you when I'm with other men, so I'll go and be with him, and I'll feel very comfortable too!" My wife replied. I thought this kind of stimulation wasn't just for me, but also for my wife. Accompanied by my wife's soft moans, I finally ejaculated.

After catching my breath, I hugged my wife and asked, "Who was the lover? When and where did he do it to you?" "It was Brother An," she replied. I was stunned. A middle-aged man in his thirties immediately came to mind—unremarkable-looking, with a slight belly, always smiling. My wife swayed in my arms and continued, "That summer, you went to buy goods and weren't home. After the market closed, I found my electric scooter was flat. Brother An kindly offered to take me home. It started pouring rain halfway there, and we got completely soaked. Because I'd always had feelings for Brother An, his strong, muscular body in the rain made my heart flutter. When we got downstairs, I steeled myself and asked Brother An to come up to take shelter from the rain. And that's how Brother An did it to you, right?" "Yes," my wife said. "Tell your husband how Brother An did it to you. After Brother An came in, because we were soaked, it was like we weren't wearing any clothes." Ange stared intently at my chest. My face flushed, and I said, "Ange, wipe your hair." Ange pulled me close, saying, "My goodness, you're so beautiful. I love you. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you." I struggled gently, "I have a husband, Ange, please don't do this. Just once, please?" "I love you," I said, as Ange lowered his head and kissed my lips, one hand on my chest, the other on my buttocks. Hearing Ange's sweet words, I immediately felt aroused, and my body went limp. Before I knew it, Ange had stripped me naked from the waist up. He gently stroked my nipples, "Does it feel good? Kiss me?" Seeing this, my wife leaned in and made soft, tongue-kissing sounds with Ange. Ange gently helped my wife undress, then pulled down his own pants and underwear, revealing his already erect penis. My wife glanced down at it. Ange's penis, slightly curved, was thicker and longer than her husband's, almost a weapon. He lifted it and aimed it at his wife's already wet vagina. With a gentle thrust, his penis slid effortlessly into her body. "So deep," his wife cried out softly. "Baby, you're so beautiful!" Ange lowered his head and French kissed his wife. For a moment, the room was filled only with the sounds of penises colliding, tongues entwining, and their heavy breathing. Ange lifted his wife's legs, her body pressed against the blanket in a U-shape; she thoroughly enjoyed it, tightly embracing his back, allowing his penis to penetrate even deeper.

After about ten minutes in this position, Ange turned his wife around, making her kneel on the bed, his hands gripping her slender waist, assuming a doggy-style position. This allowed his penis to reach his wife's sensitive spots.

When An Ge entered her in this position, his wife quickly bit the blanket, afraid of making too much noise and attracting the neighbors' attention. This action clearly showed how much stimulation An Ge's penis gave her. In comparison, mine was straighter, unlike An Ge's which had a slight curve, so I couldn't achieve the same level of stimulation. After finally getting used to the pleasure, his wife lifted her head. "Ah, it feels so good, An Ge. Do you like An Ge's penis?" "Like? Like? So thick? So hard??"
"Do you like mine or your husband's?" "An Ge? So bad? I? I don't know?" "Don't know? Then let me compare them again, okay?" An Ge increased his speed and force, making his wife surrender instantly. "Ah, I want it? I can't take it anymore? Big? An Ge? I like An Ge's penis." "Compare it to your husband's, whose is more comfortable? His? ? Is not as comfortable as An Ge's?" My God, his wife had become so lewd that she said such things. Hearing such lewd words, An Ge reached his limit. "Where should I ejaculate?" his wife cried out. "Inside, all inside!" "I'm safe today," he cried out, and with a sudden thrust, An Ge's millions of offspring slid down my wife's vagina and into her uterus. The heat of An Ge's semen caused her body to tremble, and she experienced a violent orgasm. After resting for a while, my wife turned her head and gave An Ge another passionate kiss. An Ge had truly conquered my wife completely.
I asked my wife, "How many times did An Ge fuck you that night?" "Four times, and I orgasmed every time. You still like having sex with him, don't you?" "Don't deny it. If I didn't like it, we wouldn't have had sex so many times, right?" The wife nodded silently, "I didn't expect it to be like this!" "He's better than me," she said with a slight smile, looking down. "You've humiliated yourself a bit, haven't you?" "Having sex with him is so exciting! I get so excited! I have an orgasm! Honey, I'm sorry..." "Okay, honey, don't feel too guilty towards me. I've told you before, do whatever you like. Just please tell me when you're together, okay? You enjoyed yourself with him, and I want to enjoy myself when I get back." The wife nodded silently, and I guessed she was secretly pleased. So, her husband allowed her to continue enjoying the pleasures of infidelity with her lover?! Frankly, our sex life has indeed become more harmonious and fulfilling since that confrontation, and my wife's performance in bed has become increasingly seductive. That day, after dinner, my wife put on light makeup, dressed up beautifully, and was getting ready to go out. I asked, "What time is it? Where are you going?" My wife smiled and said, "The weather forecast says it's going to be windy and cold; it's going to get cold soon. I'll go get you a hat." Oh, my wife is so considerate! But what time is it? Where am I going to get a hat? I wondered, feeling frustrated.

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