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No matter how handsome the husband or how beautiful the wife, or how harmonious their sex life is, couples will eventually tire of each other and gradually lose their initial passion. I can't deny that this is true for my wife and me as well. A few years into our marriage, especially after having a child, our sex life gradually decreased. Even when we did have sex, it felt like we were just going through the motions—no 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 another woman—a sexy colleague, a seductive mature woman, or even a voluptuous friend's wife. Only such fantasies can make my erection last longer. But gradually, these fantasies lost their effectiveness until a scene suddenly appeared in my mind: my wife being with another man. This scene actually excited me greatly, and the hardness and duration of my erection were far better than when I forgot about it.
It's undeniable that many men have had such thoughts, secretly fantasizing about their wives being raped, mated with, and having ejaculated inside them by other men to achieve their own sexual arousal. Yet, they openly consider such thoughts dark and sordid. In reality, however, there are quite a few men like this, and some have even been doing it.
With this thought in mind, several times during sex with my wife, when she got excited, I would repeatedly ask her
things like, "Do you want to have sex with other men? Have you ever been with other men?" At first, my wife would just roll her eyes at me and call me "crazy." After a while, she got angry and asked me why I was asking such perverted questions. I would then pretend to be very noble and answer, "I feel that 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 too!" My wife responded to me proactively and answered me very seriously, "I've never thought about being with anyone else. I've only ever been with you in my life! You've already satisfied me!" Hearing her answer and feeling my wife's sincerity, I was somewhat moved. But upon reflection, I began to doubt it. My wife was always passive in bed; she would only give in when I wanted it, and sometimes it took several attempts before she would just give in half-heartedly. She rarely reached orgasm, unlike when we were younger, when I could have multiple orgasms every time, and when I was really excited, I would shout things like "Help!" or "You're killing me!"—that was a true orgasm, and the words I uttered were involuntary! At that time, I couldn't help but think that if a woman had no sexual desire for her husband, or if she was so perfunctory, then she was either sexually frigid or already had another man and had lost interest in her husband sexually. Thinking about this, most men would feel incredibly aggrieved and furious at the possibility of being cuckolded. But frankly, I didn't feel much distress. After all, I have women outside of marriage—before and after, and even now I maintain one or two casual sex partners. Unlike other men who can have countless casual sex partners while their wives are expected to be faithful, I wouldn't mind if I knew my wife had other men and was getting pleasure and orgasms from them that I couldn't provide. I even hoped it would help her maintain harmony in our sex life.
But I just couldn't get anything out of her or see anything. It's kind of funny, really. If I have casual sex partners, would I just tell her if she asked? However, I would ask these questions every time we had sex after that. One time, my wife suddenly answered that she had, that she had been with someone else, and that she enjoyed it and wanted to have sex with him again. Hearing her answer, my half-erect penis quickly became erect, and that time I brought my wife to a rare orgasm. Afterwards, I asked her again, and she replied that it was because she had read those wife-swapping and cuckoldry novels I had saved in my folder, so she answered me like that this time. I didn't expect that I would be so aroused. She sighed and said,
"Are all men this perverted? Giving your wives to others to play with, can that really excite you so much?" I could only reply that it was a way to regulate our sex life. My wife then told me, "I won't, you are the only man I have!" She said it resolutely, like a virtuous woman wanting to establish a memorial arch! Our sex life continued in this ups and downs, sometimes exciting and sometimes bland. During this time, I would also find my sister-in-law (in my other article, "My Sister-in-Law, Who Shyly Buttoned Her Buttons") and have sex with her a couple of times, but nothing changed.
The turning point came during the days of their medical school's continuing education exams. My wife worked in the continuing education office of the local medical school. Medical staff from neighboring counties and towns would register, study, and take exams for qualification exams and continuing education at their office. Especially for the exams, the medical school would invite one or two teachers from other cities or provinces to help supervise and proctor the exams, as had been the case for years. These were also my wife's busiest days. She was busy with school affairs during the day and had to entertain visiting teachers in the evenings. I knew that it was her entire department who was entertaining them. However, my wife arranged the accommodation for the visiting teachers. I had heard her call hotels to book rooms several times in front of me before. The hotel was familiar with their school and could book rooms with just one phone call. I never paid any attention to it, but deep down, I secretly hoped that something would happen! Then, I was coming home quite late those few days. But one day, I noticed that my wife came home around eight o'clock. As soon as she got home, she took her change of underwear and went straight into the bathroom to wash it. When she came out, the underwear she had taken off had already been washed. Since we usually only wash our clothes before going to bed, and we usually wash them the next day, my wife's behavior caught my attention. I thought back and realized that this had happened a few times before, whenever her school had exams and visiting teachers came. She would come back, hide in the bathroom to take a shower, and then wash her underwear. Because I was paying attention, I knew there must be something wrong.
Another day passed, and my wife, as usual, went straight to the health department to wash up after returning home. Her phone rang halfway through, and she came out to answer it. I said I needed to use the restroom and quickly went inside. I saw her underwear, which she had just tossed into the basin and hadn't washed yet. I grabbed her underwear and saw a wet patch on the crotch area, with a thin, whitish, sticky liquid. I picked it up and smelled two scents: my wife's natural body odor, and the other that any man could recognize—it was the smell of semen. I believe no one could mistake that smell.
At that moment, I didn't feel resentment or anger at being cuckolded; instead, I felt excitement, a thrill, a kind of exhilaration. "Hmph," I thought, "she always acts so proper in front of me, but behind my back, she's already having an affair." But this smell couldn't be used as evidence. I threw the underwear back into the basin, left the bathroom, and saw my wife waiting at the door. As soon as I left, she rushed inside to wash clothes. I casually remarked,
"Why so often? Aren't you supposed to wash them tomorrow?"
My wife was scrubbing clothes with her head down, and her reply didn't reveal anything about the situation: "I just washed them while I was at it!" That night, I wanted to have sex with my wife. She didn't refuse, but she wasn't enthusiastic either. I asked her the usual question: "Do you want to be penetrated by other men? How many times have you been penetrated?" My wife hummed and answered with the same answer she always gave: "No, I don't want to!" I didn't say much, because I knew that my wife had definitely been with other men before. Her mind was filled with fantasies, and she was very excited. I ejaculated quickly. When I lay down, I said casually: "If you want to, just tell me. I really don't mind! It would be better if you found out!" My wife probably felt guilty. She snuggled up to me, played with my nipples with her fingers, and said: "Don't overthink it. I won't!" Without evidence, I couldn't expose her from this conversation, but a plan formed in my mind! I knew the hotel her school arranged for visiting teachers was called the "Kaiyue Hotel," located near the school. The next evening, I borrowed a car from a friend my wife wasn't very familiar with and parked it a short distance from the hotel entrance to wait. Sure enough, around 6 PM, I saw my wife walk into the hotel alone. I quickly took a picture with my phone. A little while later, I saw a tall man wearing glasses also walk in, but I wasn't sure if it was him, as I hadn't seen him before. However, seeing that my wife went in alone, it seemed they were being quite cautious. I waited in the car for about 10 more minutes, during which I smoked a cigarette. Thinking it was about time, I went straight into the hotel and headed straight for the front desk. The receptionist stood up to greet me, and I said directly, "Hello, which room did the medical school give me? Please give me the key card!" The receptionist checked and told me, "Hello sir, the medical school only booked one room with us this time, and it's already occupied!" I deliberately grumbled, "Damn, this medical school is so stingy, only giving us one room?
Okay, I understand, what's the room number? And please give me the key card too!" "The room number is 302, but I'm sorry sir, all the key cards have already been taken. You'll have to contact them again and ask!" I nodded, thanked the receptionist, and went straight to the 3rd floor, arriving at the door of 302!
My heart was pounding. I looked around to make sure no one was there, then gently pressed my ear against the door to eavesdrop! This wasn't a high-end hotel, so the soundproofing of the door wasn't very good. I could vaguely hear rapid moans coming from inside. Although they were low, I could still tell it was definitely my wife moaning. They were whispering something in between, but I couldn't hear that sound anymore. I took a few steps back and looked under the door. I was pleasantly surprised. The door wasn't completely sealed; there was a tiny gap. I took a thin voice recorder out of my pocket and gently inserted it into the gap. Although it wasn't deep enough, I thought it should record fairly clearly. While I was recording, I also listened through the gap. My wife's breathing was rapid, and I could vaguely hear her saying, "Deeper, deeper, ah... ah...!" My penis, uncharacteristically, became erect. It was so exciting! Hearing my wife moaning like that while being penetrated by someone else was even more exciting than I had imagined! Afraid someone might pass by, I only listened for a short while before standing up and walking away. I picked up my phone and dialed my wife's number. "Beep...beep..." It rang for a long time without her answer. I dialed again, and it rang many more times before her voice finally came through: "Hello!" She had probably just experienced an orgasm; although she was suppressing her breathing, I could still hear a slight tremor in her voice. I only asked, "When are you coming back?" "Around 8 o'clock!" I checked my watch; it wasn't even 7 o'clock yet. It seemed that man was quite strong; he had done it for three days in a row, and now he wanted to do it for another hour. At least I couldn't do that kind of intensity right now. I said "Oh" and hung up.
I smoked a few more cigarettes on a small balcony on the side of the hotel. About 40 minutes later, I went to the door, picked up the recorder, and left.
As soon as I got home, I couldn't wait to take out my recorder, connect it to the speakers, and instantly, my wife's moans and gasps filled the room: "Ah...ah...deeper, deeper, just like that, it feels so good!" A male voice also breathed heavily: "I'm about to come!" My wife's voice: "Mmm, shoot inside, give it to me!" The male voice let out a low growl, as if he had been constipated for a long time and finally let out a satisfied roar. My penis was already hard, and I took it out, ready to masturbate, but I didn't expect them to finish, so I had to give up and see if they would continue.
Then I heard their panting, interspersed with occasional conversation: "Baby, it feels so good to fuck you!" "Me too!" "You know what? Every day I wait at home for you guys to come and tell me to come to your school to supervise and teach!" "Hmph! You're that good? You even want to come and supervise and substitute teach?" "Haha, of course, the main reason is because there's a hole here I can go in!" "You bastard, I knew you weren't up to any good!" "Then tell me yourself, do you like being fucked by me?"
I didn't hear my wife's voice, but she probably nodded or something. Then came the "sizzling" of kissing. After that, nothing seemed to develop. There were occasional whispers, but sometimes they were too low to hear clearly, and sometimes they were mixed with their laughter. Listening to my wife's cloying, coquettish voice, I felt a pang in my heart. How long had it been since she had shown this side of herself in front of me! Finally, after another half hour, I heard a male voice say,
"Baby, come here!"
"How come you're so big again?"
"I can never get enough of you, who told you to be so sexy and charming?" My wife is quite pretty. Her breasts are not big, but they are firm and elastic. They don't feel soft at all. Especially her nipples. Although she has breastfed, her nipples are still small and perky. Even when she is not having sex, her nipples are still erect, unlike most women whose nipples are sunken in the areola. Apart from a scar from childbirth, her abdomen is not fat. In my eyes, the most beautiful and sexy part of my wife's body is her buttocks. They are round and perky. When she wears a short skirt, her buttocks are covered up. She gets a lot of attention on the street. But the only flaw is that my wife's legs are not long. When she is naked, her upper body and lower body are about the same length. If my wife's legs were a little longer, plus her height of 1.65 meters, she would definitely be a sexy long-legged beauty.
Suddenly, he heard his wife exclaim, "You want there again?"
The man chuckled wickedly, "Hehe!"
"No, it hurt so much the other day!"
? ? @ ? This, coming to his senses, his excitement was finally mixed with a hint of anger. His wife's anus had been penetrated by her? He didn't know how many times he had begged her for it, but she refused. Once, he tried to force himself on her, which made her very angry, and she ignored him for several days. But he never expected that in front of this man, her anus, which she had always guarded so fiercely in front of him, would be so easily penetrated, and it was clearly not just once or twice.
The man's voice: "Don't you feel any pleasure at all?!" "Even if I feel a little bit, it still hurts more!" "Xiaohua, can I be gentle? I love inserting my penis into your ass the most, do you know why?" "Why?" "Let me insert it and I'll tell you!"
"Hmph! Who cares!"
Another silence, perhaps they were preparing, and then finally I heard my wife let out an "Ah!" The man had already inserted his penis into my wife's ass, which I had never been able to penetrate before! Although I was a little unhappy about this, hearing them start doing it made me more excited. I took out my penis and slowly started stroking it. Hearing my wife's "Ah... Ah..." sounds, my penis got harder and harder. However, it was obvious that my wife's moans this time didn't bring much pleasure. It is said that some women can reach a great orgasm when their anus is penetrated. My wife, at least for the time being, didn't get any pleasure from this. But even so, my wife was still willing to open her anus for that man to penetrate, which shows how much she liked him!
The man's panting sounded quite excited, and then he said between breaths, "Do you know why I love fucking your ass the most? Because your first time in your ass was with me! You told me you've never let your husband fuck you, and I'm so happy and proud! I've fucked you in every place your husband has, and there are places your husband hasn't fucked you in, baby. Promise me, your ass belongs only to me, and I won't allow your husband to fuck you!" The wife's panting also quickened, slowly containing a hint of pleasure and excitement, whether it was because of the pleasure coming from her anus, or because the man was doing something else to stimulate her.
"Mmm...mmm...this...mmm...only belongs to you, I won't let...mmm...mmm...my husband fuck me!
I...mmm...my whole body...mmm...is...mmm...your...!" This passage probably stimulated the man, and his panting became heavier and heavier, while the wife could only make intermittent "mmm..." sounds. Actually, wasn't I also becoming more and more excited by their panting and conversation?
My left hand masturbated faster and faster, imagining my wife naked, that man lying on top of her, thrusting hard into her anus. Finally, a wave of pleasure washed over me,
and I ejaculated. The man also came, his low growl of relief coming again, followed by panting, and then silence. I think I'd already picked up the recorder and left by then! After releasing my pent-up emotions, I made a cup of tea, lit a cigarette, and sat on the sofa to rest, waiting for my wife to come home.
That day, my wife came home later than the previous two nights. Seeing her enter, she silently went into her room. I followed her and saw her taking underwear from the closet to wash up. The thought that my wife's vagina and anus had been filled with another man's semen filled me with a surge of desire. I went into the room, pushed her onto the bed, and without a word, pulled off her panties through her skirt. Sure enough, there was a wet stain on her panties. My wife struggled slightly, "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 maliciously, "I can never get enough of fucking you. Who told you to be so seductive? So alluring?" These were the words that man had just said to her that day. My wife was clearly stunned for a moment. Taking advantage of this opening, I leaned down and thrust my penis directly into her vagina.
My wife's vagina was still slippery and wet. Remembering the other man's semen still lingering inside, and the fact that she had released her own fluids from that man, my penis unexpectedly became very hard. I grabbed her breast tightly with one hand and began to thrust violently.
Perhaps my earlier words had choked her; she was probably still processing what I meant. She silently endured my thrusts, and slowly, she began to moan.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you so rough?"
"Nothing, I just want to fuck you, fuck my own wife!"
My wife also became aroused, wrapping her legs around my waist and holding my head as she kissed me.
I continued thrusting relentlessly. The stimulation of my wife's infidelity made my sexual ability reach unprecedented levels. After several minutes of non-stop thrusting, I was already panting heavily. My wife's face was flushed, and she gradually reached orgasm. She probably hadn't expected 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 another man to have sex with you?" She shook her head, "No, I only want you to have sex with me!" Even now, she was still pretending. I was furious and blurted out, "Then what were you doing just now? Did you have dinner in room 302 of the Hyatt Hotel?" I could clearly feel my wife's body stiffen suddenly, staring blankly at me, her tone no longer defiant: "What do you mean?" I didn't answer. I stood up and turned on the stereo. The sounds of my wife and another man having an affair in the hotel filled the air, while I continued to insert my penis into my wife's vagina, slowly thrusting in and out! At this moment, my wife's expression was very complex. Seeing her eyes slowly welling 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 you say this yourself!" My wife hugged me tightly and cried softly. I sobbed uncontrollably. "Now tell me, do you want to be fucked by another man?" After a while, I heard her whisper, "Yes!"
"Have you ever been fucked?"
"Yes!"
"How many times?"
"Many times!"
"Was it good being fucked by another man?"
"Yes, it felt good!"
The conversation proceeded exactly as I expected. I knew that now, no matter what question I asked, she had no reason to lie to me anymore.
"Besides me, how many men have you slept with?"
This was an extra question. I hadn't even answered the previous questions before, let alone this one. Yet my wife answered, "Two!" Damn, she'd already been with two men. But in this situation, numbers were pretty insignificant. I just felt like my sexual ability had returned to what it was in my twenties—powerful and hard. My wife, while enduring my thrusts and answering my questions, probably felt that stimulation too. That long-lost incoherent climax finally returned: "Honey, you're inside me! Ah...ah...honey, you're so good!!...Honey, cum inside, I'll give you another son!" At that moment, I felt a surge of joy. My wife had finally regained her former allure, even if that allure was aroused by other men. But this was what I had been hoping for! I held my wife tightly, thrusting into her forcefully, and whispered 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 done this? This is what I want—our sex life should still be as passionate as before!
Just be careful not to develop feelings for him!"
My wife nodded repeatedly, "Husband, thank you!"
I suddenly sat up, "Wife, I want to penetrate you from behind!"
My wife nodded, turned over, and slightly raised her buttocks, waiting for my penetration. I looked at her anus, which clearly showed signs of previous penetration and wasn't completely closed. I didn't know what to feel. In the past, when I wanted to penetrate her anus, she would absolutely refuse. Today, I had caught her red-handed, and she opened herself up to me without hesitation. If it weren't for this reason, I probably wouldn't have been able to succeed.
Her anus was still red and swollen, and I could clearly see that it was still a little wet. I straightened my still hard penis and inserted it directly, without any resistance, smoothly all the way in. My wife let out a soft moan.
It wasn't my first time anal sex, but it was my first time penetrating my wife's anus. It felt incredibly good, but there was also a subtle sourness to it, because the first one inside wasn't me, but her lover. Men often have a virginity complex, and at that moment, it felt like my wife had been deprived of her virginity.
My penis felt tight and comfortable inside her anus. I slowly began to thrust: "Why did you agree so readily today? Didn't you used to refuse me?" "I'm afraid of pain!"
my wife replied. I chuckled coldly: "So it didn't hurt when he penetrated you?" My wife was clearly bewildered by my emotional fluctuations. She buried her head in the pillow and softly replied:
"I'm sorry, I'll never see him again!"
"Why not? Are you willing to? Answer me honestly!"
My wife remained silent. I thrust hard a few times, perhaps too forcefully, as her moans sounded painful. I persisted, "Tell me, are you willing to do this? Didn't you enjoy it when you were with him?" My wife seemed to gradually understand my train of thought: "If you don't agree, I won't see him!" "I agree!" "Then I'll see him. You yourself said that it excites you when I'm with someone else, so I'll go and be with him, and I'll enjoy it too!" My wife's answers became incoherent. I realized this stimulation wasn't just for me; it also aroused her. I began to thrust rapidly, the moans and gasps from the speakers seemingly enhancing the sexual experience, making it extremely exciting to listen to. My wife's moans seemed to reveal a hint of pleasure at this moment, "Ah...so good," the fantasies in my mind combined with the tightness of her anus caused me to ejaculate quickly!
I lay on the bed, panting heavily. My wife got up and went to the bathroom to get a hot towel to wipe me down. I felt secretly pleased with myself. Usually, I was the one doing these things, but now that I had evidence of her infidelity, she had finally made a big change in her behavior. I thought to myself, this isn't so bad. Even though I was cheated on, at least I didn't lose out, because I also had a woman outside. Thinking this way made
me feel less resentful. And with this evidence, even if my affair was exposed later, at least it wouldn't cause a big problem. After cleaning up the mess, my wife obediently lay down beside me, nestled in my arms, and began to gently stroke my nipples with her hands. I always liked this gesture from my wife. A man's nipples are a sensitive area, and my wife's stroking of my nipples was an essential part of our sex life. Sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, many times, I would let her stroke them like this until I couldn't help but ejaculate.
The wife didn't say anything. After the passion subsided, a person's rationality would slowly return, and they wouldn't be as unrestrained as during sex. The wife didn't know what to say, so let me say it: "You still like having sex with him, right? Don't deny it. If you didn't like it, you wouldn't have had sex so many times, right?" The wife nodded silently: "I didn't expect this either!" "He's much better than me, isn't he?"
This was the man's pride acting up again. Every man wants to be the best, but sometimes think about it, if you are the best, why would your wife have sex with other men?
The wife shook her head: "No, it's not that, but when I'm with him, I don't know why, I get really excited! Honey, I'm sorry, I really didn't expect it to be like this. I drank a bit too much that time, and he took me to a hotel, talked to me and coaxed me, and then... he... he couldn't resist, so..." "Okay, honey, don't feel too guilty towards me. I've told you before, do whatever you like, but I hope you'll tell me when you're together in the future, okay? You've enjoyed yourself with him, and I hope you can let me enjoy myself with you when you come back. Without him, given our current situation, something bad will happen sooner or later!" The wife nodded silently. I guess she was secretly pleased. Her husband allowed her to continue enjoying the pleasure of cheating with her lover?! To be honest, our sex life has indeed become more harmonious and fulfilling since that confrontation. My wife's performance in bed has become more and more seductive and passionate! But I know my wife has feelings for that man. Women aren't like men. Men mostly sleep with other women to satisfy their sexual urges, but women generally won't open their legs to another man if they don't like him. Of course, I can't guess what happens to women who are extremely sexually frustrated. Their medical school exams and lectures are still once every month or two, just like before. Sometimes the man might not even come. During those days, my wife's unhappiness is obvious. If he does come, she smiles more during those days, and sometimes she'll call me furtively: "Honey, I'll be home late tonight. You go to sleep first, wait for me!" It seems she's preparing for two shifts back and forth. This woman, when she's serious, is a chaste and virtuous woman, but once she lets loose, she's truly wanton to the core!
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