Online article: My wife is being fucked, but I'm still feeling excited.

Author: frankfree.
This article is based on my wife's personal account and contains no obscene content. Please be kind with your comments; the article is a bit long, so please read it patiently. If you think it's well-written, please leave your lewd comments and give it a lot of likes! I will pass your comments on to my wife, thank you!
This incident actually happened quite a while ago, and I've always wanted to record it, but unfortunately, I either lacked the mood, the atmosphere, or the time. Now that spring has arrived and everything is reviving, many long-forgotten memories will inadvertently be swept away by the dust and flash into your mind. Having withstood the test of time, instead of yellowing and fading like old film, they remain fresh and new, as if they happened just yesterday. Among these memories, the one that can always ignite my passion is my wife's personal account of an affair. Whenever I think of this, a strange excitement surges within me, making me even more loving towards my wife.
This was my wife's first affair since we got married. Before marriage, she had never been with a man, and after marriage, she adhered to the principles of being a wife. It was I who started to develop cuckolding thoughts, and it became uncontrollable. I constantly fantasized about seeing my wife having sex with someone else, imagining her serene face flushed with excitement, imagining her panting under the other man's thrusts, and my own genitals would feel incredibly shameless. From then on, the female lead in every Japanese adult film I watched would automatically be replaced with my wife's image, and I would silently enjoy that unique feeling. I must mention my wife here; she is the absolute leading lady of this story. She is 160cm tall, weighs less than 100 pounds, has a slender waist, firm breasts, a flat stomach, and skin as smooth and white as a pearl. Even after so many years of marriage, her figure remains the same. However, that's not all. It's no exaggeration to say that her seemingly innocent appearance, her rosy and sexy lips, her gentle and lively eyes, and her long, slender, and toned legs alone could easily captivate any man.
During that time, I was away for six months of business training, and my wife and I were living apart. We chatted a lot on QQ. I often sent my wife lewd online articles to tease her. After reading them, she would be aroused but unable to relieve herself. I would often secretly laugh, feeling smug about my despicable behavior.
Once, after reading the lewd articles I sent her, my wife said, "I want to try having an affair too. Look how well those online articles about having affairs describe it, how wonderful the feeling is." After hearing that she wanted to have an affair, I got an erection without even realizing it.
Sorry, I've gone off-topic. Now, let's get back to the point.
This man was my wife's college classmate. They didn't interact much in daily life, only occasionally chatting on QQ after graduation. Father Time surely won't forget that during my wife's college days, she secretly liked this guy. I've seen his photos. He's about 175 cm tall, with a well-proportioned build, and he works out regularly—the kind of person who's sunny and healthy. Add to that his handsome appearance, refined demeanor, and unconventional personality, and he's quite popular with girls. This is a stark contrast to the honest, unsophisticated, or even sleazy men you see everywhere in life. Unfortunately, this guy already had a girlfriend during college, so my wife could only keep her feelings hidden.
After graduation, they went to different cities, their only contact being occasional casual chats on QQ, and everything remained peaceful. Until one day, the guy messaged me saying he was feeling down because his wife had cheated on him, they were divorced, and he would have custody of their twin children. During that period, he was emotionally empty and under a lot of pressure, so naturally, he chatted online more. And that's how this gradually came to cross paths with my wife.
They started chatting, and since I wasn't home at the time, their conversations became more frequent. However, my wife kept this a secret and never revealed a word to me. However, I later discovered some clues. My wife had bought that man a Zippo lighter with three wolves on it, and by some twist of fate, it ended up in my hands. I was quite angry about my wife's concealment. Then, things develop naturally. If things fall into place naturally, or everything is ready except for the final push, then no matter how much you try to prevent it or how much you hesitate, the final push will eventually come.
As their feelings deepened, they met. Although the two cities were far apart, their boiling hormones drove their passionate relationship, making even the phrase "the ends of the earth" seem insignificant.
Their first meeting was in the parking lot below my wife's office building. He hadn't told her beforehand; it was a surprise appearance. My wife came out of the office lobby after work, and he greeted her, startling her quite a bit. Luckily, there weren't any busybodies around, and she got into his car. They drove around the suburbs for a while, stopped by the roadside, and chatted for a bit. I imagine the atmosphere in the car was quite ambiguous at that time. Although nothing happened this time, the man quietly took my wife's hand. She later told me that he tried to kiss her, but she politely refused. However, she also told me that the moment he grabbed her hand, she felt an electric shock.
That was the end of their first meeting; I have no way of knowing the details. However, the truly exciting things happened in the following two weeks.
After their first meeting, the man seemed confident he could win my wife over. Soon, they met again.
He arrived at dusk, during the late autumn when farmers were burning straw. Thick smoke billowed from the roads, visibility was extremely poor, and he didn't maintain a safe following distance in his SUV, rear-ending a small truck. His front bumper was completely wrecked. He called the police (110) to determine liability and contacted insurance; by the time everything was settled, it was already past 10 pm.
He then contacted my wife, saying he had arrived, checked into a hotel, and wanted to see her. My wife hadn't planned to go out so late, but hearing about his miserable experience, she felt pity and took a taxi to his hotel.
The hotel was right next to the train station, and from the outside it looked quite unremarkable. According to his wife, her classmate had booked the best business room there. The room was large, with a luxurious feel to it, and the soft, warm lighting made it feel especially cozy in the late autumn chill.
The man, dressed in a suit and thin shirt, welcomed his wife in, and the two sat on the sofa, chatting idly about trivial matters. The real turning point came when the man asked his wife if she was cold. She replied that she was fine, and the man said, "Come to me, I want to hug you." His wife stood up and walked over to him. The air in the room began to fill with an ambiguous atmosphere, and the distance between them closed. The man was tall and strong, a stark contrast to his wife's petite and delicate figure. He let his wife stand on his toes, and he gently embraced her from behind, silently inhaling the fragrance of her hair. His wife weighed less than 100 pounds, and standing on his feet didn't make him feel any pressure; on the contrary, it ignited the desire within him. He lifted his wife, taking alternating steps, and carried her to the bed. His wife, already lost in passion, knew what was about to happen.
As they walked, his restless hands caressed her breasts. She was a standard B-cup, not too big, not too small, just the right size to be grasped in one hand. He rubbed her already erect nipples through her clothes, like plucking the strings of a pipa. Her breasts were her most sensitive area, and with the cozy room, the man she once loved, and the atmosphere thick with intimacy, how could she possibly resist?
The scene unfolded like a movie. The man pushed his wife onto the bed. She tried to undress herself, but he wouldn't let her, stripping her clothes off piece by piece until she was naked. Then he took off his own clothes and pressed himself firmly against her. Somewhat disappointingly, he didn't lick her genitals; instead, he used all his skill to fondle her smooth, alabaster breasts. He sucked on one nipple while playing with the other, sometimes suddenly sucking half of her breast high with his mouth, then releasing it with a "pop," letting her breast bounce back quickly. He repeated this, until his wife's cheeks flushed and she gasped softly. Meanwhile, his hands weren't idle either. One hand caressed her breasts, while the other roamed over her genitals. Under his continuous teasing, she was already overflowing with desire, completely exhausted.
There was a little incident here. When the wife was aroused by his teasing, she took the initiative to give him oral sex. After a couple of blows, she realized he wasn't clean enough, so she made him go to the bathroom to wash again. After he washed, the wife vigorously gave him oral sex, making him groan and moan. Clearly, the man was quite satisfied with his wife's oral skills, because he asked her, "Who taught you all this? I didn't realize you were so innocent-looking, but so skilled in bed!" The wife smiled without answering and continued to stroke his penis.
What happened next is probably obvious to everyone, but the man's first time was very short; he ejaculated quickly, without a condom, directly inside his wife. After their first time, they went to the bathroom to wash up, wrapped themselves in towels, and lay down on the bed. Seeing that it was still early, the man hugged her from behind to rest, his hands tightly holding her breasts. Because my wife was still in the throes of excitement from what had just happened, her breasts were swollen and unusually firm, making it difficult to cover them with one hand.
After resting for more than an hour, at the man's teasing, she made love to him a second time. This time was much better than the first; the man was more erect and lasted longer, and my wife felt a more intense pleasure. Their battleground moved from the bed to the sofa, and then to the desk. They tried several positions, including the missionary position that my wife liked, and the rear-entry position that she couldn't handle. Later, my wife said that her college classmate was taller than me, but his penis wasn't as long or thick as mine, and it wasn't particularly hard. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that he was a relatively unfamiliar man, so making love with him felt especially stimulating. With each thrust, she felt a strong, tingling sensation in her vagina. The usually virtuous wife had transformed into a complete slut. She pushed the man onto the bed, leering as she climbed on top of him. With one hand, she lifted his erect penis and thrust it into her vagina. When his entire penis was swallowed by her vagina, even his testicles were covered by her pubic hair, she let out a satisfied "hissing" sound. Her hips writhed wildly on top of him. The man, seemingly stimulated, braced himself against her armpits, lifting her above him. Then, with a sudden upward thrust of his abdomen, his penis plunged perfectly into her vagina. He then released her, letting her body fall naturally under gravity, allowing his penis to penetrate even deeper, pressing firmly against her clitoris. After a few more thrusts, the wife felt a pulsating sensation deep within her vagina, like a gushing spring. With each intense vaginal contraction, she was close to orgasm! My wife probably didn't want it to end so quickly. She quickly got off the man, brushed the hair off her mouth, and completely ignored the fact that the penis that had been repeatedly thrusting in and out of her was covered in her vaginal fluid. She swallowed the penis whole and began to frantically stroke it up and down…
My wife told me that what she found most unforgettable was that just before the man was about to ejaculate, he dragged her to the edge of the bed, his strong wrists gripping her ankles tightly, spreading her legs wide open. Her dazed eyes, snow-white breasts, and full pubic hair were all exposed before him. The man's penis then viciously and deeply penetrated her overflowing vagina, then suddenly pulled out, then viciously thrust in again, repeating this repeatedly. My wife's pleasure grew stronger with each wave. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were glazed, her breathing was rapid, and her head was constantly shaking from side to side. The man, also affected by the intense visual impact of the scene before him, increased his thrusting speed. My wife said that the man's thrusting speed was incredibly fast, an unimaginable and indescribable speed. The man's body slammed against his wife's mons pubis with crisp "slap" sounds, accompanied by her groans and cries in a dazed state, mixed with the creaking of the Simmons mattress, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of the debauched inner palace of ancient Rome. Tears streamed down the wife's face as she moaned loudly, but the man tightly covered her mouth, stifling her sounds, while increasing the speed of his thrusts. Suddenly, the wife's eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, her hips twisting violently, her arms tightly wrapped around the man's waist. With her mouth covered, she let out a long, muffled moan—she had orgasmed! Seeing this, the man thrust wildly a few more times, then pressed himself firmly against his wife, sweating profusely and breathing heavily. Hot semen filled my wife's once tight little hole. She later recalled that afterward, she found her buttocks and certain corners of the sheets were wet, and the area around her hole was a mess of semen and vaginal fluid.
Later, my wife still went home, even though it was late and I wasn't home. She said she still wasn't used to spending the night with another man. Later, the man went to work in a more distant city, and may have started a new family; they lost contact.
This was something my wife told me herself during sex, after much teasing; all the details were her own words. Hearing her story of infidelity, I felt incredibly excited. That night, I was particularly hard, and we made love for over an hour, with my wife constantly wet. Because of this, my wife enjoys the feeling of having an affair alone. Although this isn't good for our relationship, since my wife likes it, why not give her more trust? What's the point of investigating who's right and wrong when we're old and in our coffins? So, let's trust each other more, and be happy!

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