Real-life experience of cuckolding

Mrs. Xu
's red dress was still on, but her underwear, panties, and stockings were nowhere to be seen. Now, the red dress was more like a fig leaf—like a beautiful woman wrapped in a towel after a bath. But she didn't care about that anymore; instead, she picked up the bottle of red wine and gulped down several mouthfuls.
At this moment, Ah D came out of the bathroom. He was also completely naked, with only a towel wrapped around his lower body covering his most private parts. But after he sat down, this only covering was removed.
Earlier, my wife, Ah D, and I had been playing a game in the hotel room. The loser had to accept a punishment, and as the atmosphere became more and more intense, finally, my wife lost this round. As punishment, Ah D suggested that my wife perform oral sex on him. This was the first time my wife had performed oral sex on another man since we met, and in front of me no less… Obviously, my wife hesitated. She made an excuse that Ah D should go to the bathroom to wash himself first, and then asked me what to do.
My attitude was that if you're willing to gamble, you have to accept the consequences and the punishment. However, my wife still seemed a bit timid. So I suggested that she drink a few sips of red wine first. Firstly, it would help her build up her courage, and secondly, she could have a mouthful of red wine in her mouth while giving him oral sex, which would also have a disinfecting effect... Obviously, my wife accepted my suggestion, which is why she just picked up the red wine bottle and started drinking.
At this moment, Ah D also took off his bath towel, temporarily revealing his erect penis. My wife walked up to him, bent down, and began to give him oral sex... Because she was only wearing a very short dress, her entire buttocks were completely exposed when my wife bent down to give Ah D oral sex. Looking at her moist vulva, I could no longer control myself. While she was focused on giving Ah D oral sex, I took the opportunity to pull out my penis and put it into her "waterfall cave"... Scenes like this would seem commonplace in later encounters, but some scenes are unforgettable, especially the first time, which always leaves a deeper imprint. In fact, this first threesome could be written as a complete story. The reason I'm showing this part here is because this scene has always been on my mind... However, my wife's first time actually came very late. In fact, it took four years from when I started to like cuckolding to when I took this step. However, the story must begin from the very beginning. Although this inevitably makes the plot seem bland and tedious, it is indeed the most important and indispensable part of the entire cuckoldry journey… Tips for training a cuckold: Everyone has vanity, and women are often most susceptible to praise and compliments. The first step in training a wife is to make her accept praise from others. When a woman becomes accustomed to such praise, she will go to greater lengths to gain more in return (praise). If you are a cuckold enthusiast but have never taken the first step, trying to get your partner praised by others might be a good start. Tip: The first time is certainly unforgettable, but please don't forget the work done before the first time. Some people spend 10 days laying the groundwork, some may spend 10 years, and I spent 4 years. No matter how long the groundwork is, for that unforgettable first time, all friends who have a cuckold fetish but have not yet put it into practice, please be patient and complete your own groundwork. In fact, looking back, this groundwork is the most worthwhile to savor.
Chapter One: My Cuckoldry Ideology's Initiation
Like most cuckoldry enthusiasts, I was influenced by the author Hu Zuofei. However, unlike others, the factors that led me down this path weren't solely the "Exposed Girlfriend" series. There was also a cuckoldry novel called "The Kind Wife," and even years later, I actually met the author. But I always believed these articles only served as an introduction; at that time, I didn't think these stories could happen in the real world. However, for those without a cuckoldry interest, reading countless articles is illusory. Only those who have truly experienced it can understand, tolerate, and empathize.
If someone asks me now, "Is this article you wrote true?" I can tell you that what I wrote is only a small part of my experience… Getting back to the point, those erotic articles I mentioned only made me aware that cuckoldry exists in this world, and I didn't even believe it was real. What truly led me down this path was related to a certain stockings forum. To put it simply, I'm a fan of stockings and beautiful legs. I not only enjoy admiring women's beautiful legs, but I also love photographing them. Back then, finding models with beautiful legs was incredibly difficult. So, the easiest way to photograph stockings and beautiful legs was to start with my girlfriend (now my wife).
That period was the early days of the internet, and the scarcity of resources is unimaginable today. Therefore, about 70-80% of the original stockings and beautiful legs photos online at that time were street shots, and the rest were from photographers like me who used their girlfriends (or wives) as models. But it was precisely during that period that exchanges among stockings enthusiasts like us were most frequent and genuine. On forums, like-minded people shared photos of their girlfriends' (or wives') beautiful legs, and privately, we formed a small circle to exchange photos of our girlfriends' (or wives') legs. At the time, this exchange was simply to obtain more original photos from others.
It seemed that back then, photos of one's girlfriend were merely a bargaining chip, without considering that giving such photos to others was a form of exposure.
However, as time went on, the purpose of these exchanges subtly changed—gradually, I realized that the pleasure I derived from sending my girlfriend's erotic photos to others surpassed that of seeing other men's wives. Sometimes, I didn't even ask for them; if someone asked, I would unhesitatingly send them my girlfriend's erotic photos for their enjoyment. In conversations with my girlfriend, I also told her that I would post some photos of her beautiful legs on forums or share them with others. She didn't object. As long as the photos were pretty and her face wasn't shown, it was fine. However, she didn't know that besides showing her legs to others, I also sent her erotic photos to other netizens… Sometimes, I would forward some of the comments from netizens after I posted photos on forums to my girlfriend. These comments were mostly praising my girlfriend's figure, and she seemed happy to see them, so she was very supportive of me taking photos for her. So, I started making bolder attempts... One day, I wrote in one of my posts, "If this photo gets more than xx replies, I'll reveal my wife's QQ number." Actually, at that time, I didn't really reveal my wife's QQ number; I just created a secondary account for her because I was planning to sell used items, and I hoped she could connect with some like-minded people through this channel. We usually shared this QQ account, taking turns to communicate with fellow enthusiasts.
However, the initial communication didn't go smoothly. Many people who added me on QQ asked very boring or perverted questions, so my wife rejected the original plan to sell used items—she felt it wasn't worth answering such boring and perverted questions just to earn a little money. However, this attempt wasn't entirely meaningless; at least at the time, it seemed that she accepted my fetish for beautiful legs and stockings and supported my hobbies. Ever since she learned that I liked stockings and beautiful legs, she wore short skirts almost year-round. On formal occasions, whether in the dead of winter or the sweltering heat of summer, her legs were always covered in a thin layer of stockings. Of course, that wasn't the most important thing. The most important thing was that this experience gave her the opportunity to meet some online friends. Although she eventually gave up on this QQ account, a few of them were added to her main account's friend list. And one of them played a crucial role in all the changes and beginnings that followed, even in taking that first step… The day I picked up my girlfriend, she was wearing a white shirt, a black short skirt, high heels, and stockings. At first glance, there was nothing special about it. Obviously, I knew the secret: today was for the older man. She finally had the chance to meet the online friend who was so important to her path of cuckolding… And this older man was the one mentioned in the previous chapter, the one who helped my wife take that first step.
However, the story needs to start from the beginning. At that time, my girlfriend gave up the QQ account I had registered. But this experience wasn't entirely fruitless; at least, I saw her add a few online friends to her usual account. This was a very positive sign, indicating that she was no longer passively getting to know these men, but actively seeking to understand them (to use my wife's later words, "men she wanted to 'eat'").
One of them was a netizen named dz.
dz was a gentle and refined friend, very polite in his speech, and rarely made any excessive demands, at most exchanging a few ambiguous words with my girlfriend occasionally. dz was a few years older than my girlfriend, so she sometimes jokingly called him "Uncle." However, for my girlfriend, who has a thing for older men, if someone is called that by her, don't feel old or incapable; on the contrary, it means you have a better chance of becoming her "prey."
dz was also obsessed with stockings and beautiful legs, but my girlfriend never found him lewd. On the contrary, she sometimes enjoyed letting this older man admire her legs, her buttocks, and even her body... However, in the beginning, the appreciation was limited to looking at photos of beautiful legs.
Since this dz was far away overseas, there was no possibility of video calls due to internet and time zone limitations.
Therefore, apart from verbal flirtation and looking at photos, they could hardly form any interaction. However, I quickly thought of a breakthrough—why not have this older man buy gifts for my girlfriend—stockings, lingerie, etc., and have him pay online and have the items shipped to me? Then my girlfriend could wear these lingerie, stockings, and other items that the older man bought for her, take photos, and then send these photos to dz.
After hearing my suggestion, dz agreed without hesitation, and even that very night, he went online and selected some of his favorite lingerie styles and paid for them. My girlfriend, however, felt uneasy. After all, she hadn't given anything in return for the gift, which felt like an unfair acceptance.
However, when she received the package, she clearly changed her mind. It turned out that accepting gifts came at a price… My girlfriend opened the package and found a lingerie set containing a bra and panties.
But these weren't ordinary bras and panties. The entire set consisted of only a few straps and some crystal embellishments; there wasn't even a single piece of fabric to cover her. It was, in my opinion, the least amount of fabric I'd ever seen in lingerie. Wearing this set was tantamount to exposing her body completely naked.
My girlfriend hesitated. In her mind, this was the first time she'd completely exposed her body to a stranger, even if it wasn't in person but rather after taking photos and sending them. It was clearly testing her limits at the time. Then I asked, "Are you really going to wear this for the photoshoot? You know these will all be shown to DD (a popular online figure in Taiwan)." "It does feel a bit embarrassing, but he already sent the gift, I can't just return it," my girlfriend said. "Besides, he's never made any unreasonable demands before. This time, for the sake of the gift, I'll just go for it." Hearing her say that, I was incredibly excited. You see, she was willingly "offering" her body for others to "see." So I immediately booked a hotel room for the next day and we went to take photos.
The photoshoot went very smoothly the next day, and my girlfriend wasn't too shy. During the shoot, I kept teasing her with my words: "Look, you need to make the photos more sexy, your uncle will see every single one..." Hearing these words, my girlfriend didn't show any disgust; on the contrary, she was extremely excited. She even took the initiative to masturbate a lot. Even though I kept reminding her that these actions would be shown to him, she still did as she pleased. I could even see that her genitals were wet throughout the entire shoot.
After the photoshoot that day, we made love passionately in the hotel room. I could clearly feel that she was different from usual; instead of feeling tired after the shoot, she was incredibly excited. She was also in great shape down there, with her juices flowing onto the bed during penetration. So, I not only made love, but also verbally provoked her.
"You were amazing today! Were you excited because you showed your nude photos to an older man?" "No...no..." My girlfriend, of course, wouldn't admit it so easily.
"I saw you were all wet down there when you were taking the photos, and you still won't admit it?" I wasn't going to let her off so easily, so I continued to press her.
"No...no...ah...no...no..." "Tell me the truth, do you like showing your nude photos to dz?" I continued to ask.
"Oh...you're so annoying...well...well, he...he gave me a gift...I have to repay him..." Although my girlfriend still wouldn't admit it was consensual, at this point I understood what she was thinking.
"So tell me, if DZ asked you to wear this in front of me, would you wear it?" "N-no... I don't know... If... he... he's not too ugly... maybe... I would..." (During the photoshoot, she wasn't asked to do anything too revealing, but she spontaneously made these provocative and sexually suggestive movements, so the photoshoot had a rather positive significance.) Clearly, this photoshoot was a major breakthrough. Actually, the task itself wasn't that significant; the main breakthrough was psychological. Since she was willing to have nude photos taken and shown to others, it meant she might also agree to let DZ see her naked in front of her. Since she was willing to let DZ see her naked in front of her, she might not mind being touched in front of him. Since she was willing to do all that... maybe... that's my logic.
Looking back, it was indeed the same logic I had at the time. Sometimes we draw very clear lines. However, on the path of cuckoldry, the wife's change of heart isn't always clear-cut; sometimes a small breakthrough leads back to square one. Even after things were settled, there were many instances where we went back to square one. It's undeniable that people's thoughts and emotions are not static; they can't always move forward. Often, we need patience and compromise in this process. But I
digress. Back to the main point: after my girlfriend completed her first task, their online communication increased significantly. Since we weren't married yet, she usually chatted with this older man alone at night. Inevitably, their conversations turned to erotic topics. My girlfriend, having already been "completely honest" with him in person, didn't feel awkward discussing such things. They even engaged in text-based sex several times. The day after each text-based encounter, she would send me the chat history, making it impossible for me to concentrate at work the next day.
However, regardless, since he was abroad, their communication was limited to online. Sometimes my girlfriend would tell me that if he could come to our city and meet her, she might actually "offer herself."
For the next two years, such an opportunity never came, until one day, this online friend actually came to our city on business. My wife wore his favorite outfit that day, waiting for his arrival… The notification from dz was very rushed; he said he would be coming to our city for a meeting the next day, and it wasn't certain if they could meet, but my girlfriend still made preparations. That day, she wore a white shirt, a black skirt, black stockings, and high heels—no different from usual—a completely office lady look.
However, coincidentally, she was attending a training session alone that day, giving her a lot of flexibility in her attire. Actually, the black skirt was a bit too big at the waist; she could fold up a section at the waist, which would not only fit the waist perfectly but also reduce the overall length of the skirt by a few centimeters. Don't underestimate this change of a few centimeters—it could completely transform an ordinary skirt into a mini-skirt. The skirt length just covered the upper thighs.
That day, I made an excuse to run some errands and left the company two hours early, driving to pick her up from her training session.
When she emerged, her skirt had already ridden up several centimeters, revealing its secret—since the skirt reached her upper thighs, the lace trim of her original black stockings was now showing. It turned out these weren't ordinary pantyhose, but black lace garter stockings. With each step she took, the lace trim always found a suitable space to peek out. This was the kind of style dz liked—a dignified exterior concealing a wanton heart. Clearly, my wife was deeply influenced by this philosophy; she later told me that she had spent the entire night thinking about how to achieve that perfect balance between dignity and wantonness in her outfit that day.
The night before, we specifically discussed the meeting on QQ:
Girlfriend: "I'm meeting the older man tomorrow, I'm so nervous." Me: "Have you decided what to wear?" Girlfriend: "Not yet." Me: "Then choose something sexy." Girlfriend: "No way, my parents will think it's weird if they see me at home in the morning..." Me: "You can wear something normal on the outside, and something sexy on the inside." Girlfriend: "Ugh, how can you make your wife dress so sexy when she meets another man?" Me: "Hehe, I'll also let you make love with another man..." Girlfriend: "Ugh, who said anything about making love? It's just a meeting for tea and a chat." Me: "He definitely wants more than just tea and a chat... You'd better be prepared..." Girlfriend: "[shy]" Girlfriend: "Honey..." Me: "??" Girlfriend: "You really... really... allow me to... make love with the older man?" Me: "Do you want to?" Girlfriend: "[shy] I won't tell you." Me: "We're meeting tomorrow, and you still won't tell me what's on your mind?" Girlfriend: "[shy]" "I want to..."
Girlfriend: "But..."
Girlfriend: "What if he doesn't look like the picture?" Me: "Then you should refuse him." Girlfriend: "But you want me to meet him alone tomorrow, I'm all alone..." Girlfriend: "I'm afraid I won't be able to refuse." Me: "It's not easy for him to come all this way, how about this..." Me: "He likes stockings and beautiful legs, right? If he's not your type, you can just let him touch your legs." Girlfriend: "I'm afraid he'll start thinking more after touching them." Me: "If you don't like it, you can let him touch and kiss you. If he wants to have sex, just say you're on your period." Girlfriend: "I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself if I say that." Me: "Then you can give him oral sex." Girlfriend: "Oh yeah... how come I didn't think of that..."
Me: "What if he just ejaculates in your mouth?"
Girlfriend: "Then let him cum..."
Me: "Will you swallow it?"
Girlfriend: "Well...it depends on my mood..."
Girlfriend: "So you're just going to wait at home?"
Me: "No, I plan to let dz enjoy you alone first. Then he'll message me, and I'll come in then, and then we'll have a threesome..." Girlfriend: "Ugh, you're so horny, who said we'd have a threesome?" Me: "So now that you have dz, you don't want to play with me anymore, huh?" Girlfriend: "No...but...if you two are together...I'll feel embarrassed." (I originally wanted to screenshot the QQ messages from that day, but I later found that due to the long time that had passed, those messages were long gone, so the above conversation is a rewrite by my wife and me from memory. There may be some discrepancies, but it's basically the same.) This kind of conversation gave me hope that my cuckolding would become a reality. And sitting in the car looking at my wife's outfit made my blood boil even more. Thinking that this wife in front of me would be kneeling under another man and sucking his penis in a few hours, I guess only those who have truly experienced it can understand the feeling.
However, things don't always go as smoothly as expected. Just as my wife got into the car, I received a text message from dz saying that today's meeting hadn't gone well, and the company had already booked a flight out of Shanghai tonight, so the planned meeting probably wouldn't be possible. I showed this message to my wife. My wife laughed and said,
"Yay, finally I don't have to go..."—beneath her seemingly lighthearted words, there was actually a bit of disappointment.
My wife's carefully dressed appearance was probably not for that simple "Yay."
However, despite the disappointment, I wasn't entirely without gain. First, looking at my wife's outfit today, I understood that she had psychologically accepted having sex with other men, even a threesome.
Second, although we didn't meet dz this time, it did allow other wives to have a little cuckolding experiment that day—we were certainly a little disappointed when we received dz's message, but we quickly composed ourselves and found a restaurant to eat. And so began our amusing little experiment with cuckolding... We chose a nice restaurant, and as the waiter led us to our seats, I noticed that many people at the table were staring at my girlfriend. Apparently, she had deliberately shortened her skirt and hadn't let it down.
So, when she walked, you could still see the black lace trim and straps of her black stockings. As soon as we entered the table, I told my wife that many people were staring at her. My girlfriend replied, "Let them look. Since dz isn't lucky enough to see today, I'll leave this privilege to others, let them see as they please."
Clearly, this was a bit of a sulky remark, but a sudden inspiration struck me—while my wife was being stubborn, why not try something different? So I went along with her, saying, "Really? That's a real treat for others. How about we do something a little revealing today, and then tell dz, and he'll regret it..." "Okay, let's do it. I'll do whatever you want," my girlfriend replied decisively, a far cry from her usual hesitant manner.
So, I gestured for the first step: for my girlfriend to go to the restroom and take off her underwear, going commando. She didn't object (normally, asking her to go into public without underwear would be completely unacceptable).
She went to the restroom, and when she returned, she had her fist clenched. She went back to her seat and then asked me to open my arms. To my surprise, her clenched fist held a transparent thong, which greatly surprised me.
I hadn't expected that besides her outward appearance, even her underwear was meticulously designed.
The subsequent "training" was even more interesting. Because the tablecloth at the restaurant was short, the people sitting next to me could easily see my wife's legs. Since my wife and I were sitting facing the same direction, I could clearly observe a man at the table diagonally opposite me frequently glancing at my wife's legs.
"Honey, that man across the street seems to be peeking at you. Why don't we let him look a little more..." With that, I had my wife pretend to be having a pleasant conversation with me, "unintentionally" spreading her legs... We chatted and laughed, pretending it was casual, but actually observing each other's expressions.
Clearly, the man's gaze was sweeping under my wife's skirt more and more frequently. I didn't know how much of my wife's "revealing beauty" this man could actually see, but judging from his expression, even if he couldn't see everything, he should have noticed something. Just then, our food started arriving. Then, I had an even bolder idea. I had my wife unbutton the second button of her shirt. That way, whenever the waiter came to bring the food, they could see right through her shirt from above. And my wife not only has long, slender legs, but also D-cup breasts... Since my wife unbuttoned the second button, the waiters seemed particularly attentive, bringing us food and drinks, and frequently offering us tissues. My wife seemed to enjoy it quite a bit, constantly joking that next time we go to a restaurant with bad service, we should show more cleavage so the waiters would be more attentive.
Obviously, we didn't expect to meet someone we met online, but I gained quite a bit. Not only did I learn about my wife's bottom line, but I also experienced some unusual cuckoldry scenarios. Afterwards, my wife was more willing to discuss with me what it would be like if we met DZ. We even pretended to be DZ during sex, like I was there to meet her. And every time we had sex under these role-playing scenarios, we were incredibly excited.
Tips for Cuckolding: While pursuing results is important, sometimes the process is more enjoyable. When we are eager to achieve results but repeatedly fail to get to the point, we might as well stop and slowly savor the scenery along the way. A brief pause may sometimes be the prelude to the beginning, or the cornerstone of success.
Chapter Two: My Girlfriend's Breakthrough
My Girlfriend's Breakthrough The day I picked up my girlfriend, she was wearing a white shirt, a black short skirt, high heels, and stockings. At first glance, there was nothing special about it. Obviously, I knew the secret. Today was for the older man. She finally had the opportunity to meet the online friend who was important to her cuckolding journey... And this older man was the one mentioned in the previous chapter, the one who could help my wife take the first step.
But the story has to start from the beginning. At that time, my girlfriend gave up the QQ account I registered. However, this experience was not without its gains. At least, I saw her add a few online friends to her usual account. This was a very positive sign, indicating that she was no longer passively getting to know these men, but actively seeking to understand them (to use my wife's later words, after she got involved, she wanted to "eat" them). One of them was a netizen named dz.
dz was a gentle and refined friend, very polite in his speech, and rarely made any excessive demands, at most exchanging a few ambiguous words with my girlfriend occasionally. dz was a few years older than my girlfriend, so she sometimes jokingly called him "uncle." However, for my girlfriend, who was into older men, if someone was called that by her, they shouldn't feel old or inadequate; on the contrary, it meant they had a better chance of becoming her "prey."
dz was also very obsessed with stockings and beautiful legs, but my girlfriend never found him lewd. On the contrary, she sometimes preferred this "uncle" to admire her legs, her buttocks, and even her body... However, in the beginning, the appreciation was limited to looking at pictures of beautiful legs.
Because this guy was overseas, limited by internet access and time zone differences, video calls were impossible. Therefore, aside from verbal flirting and looking at photos, they could barely interact. However, I quickly came up with a breakthrough—why not have this guy buy gifts for my girlfriend—stockings, lingerie, etc.? He could pay online and have the items shipped to me. Then, my girlfriend could wear the lingerie and stockings he bought for her, take photos, and then send those photos to the guy.
The guy agreed without hesitation after hearing my suggestion, and that very night, he went online, selected his favorite lingerie styles, and paid for them. My girlfriend, however, felt a little uneasy, as she hadn't given anything in return for the gifts; it felt like accepting something for nothing. However, when she received the gifts, she clearly changed her mind. It turned out that accepting gifts came at a price… My girlfriend opened the package and found a set of sexy lingerie, including a bra and a pair of panties.
However, this wasn't an ordinary bra and panties. The entire set consisted of only a few straps and some crystal embellishments; there wasn't even a single piece of fabric to cover the body. It was, in my opinion, the least amount of fabric I'd ever seen in lingerie. Wearing this set was tantamount to exposing one's entire body naked.
(The photo shows my wife wearing this set.) My
girlfriend was clearly hesitant. After all, in her mind, this was the first time she had completely exposed her body to a stranger, even if it wasn't in front of him, but rather through pre-taken photos. It was clearly testing her limits at the time. Then I asked, "Are you really going to wear this for the photoshoot? You know these will all be shown to DD (a popular online figure in Taiwan)." "It does feel a bit embarrassing, but he already sent the gift, I can't just return it," my girlfriend said. "Besides, he's never made any unreasonable demands before. This time, for the sake of the gift, I'll just go for it." Hearing her say that, I was incredibly excited. You see, she was willingly "offering" her body for others to "see." So I immediately booked a hotel room for the next day and we went to take photos.
The photoshoot went very smoothly the next day, and my girlfriend wasn't too shy. During the shoot, I kept teasing her with my words: "Look, you need to make the photos more sexy, your uncle will see every single one..." Hearing these words, my girlfriend didn't show any disgust; on the contrary, she was extremely excited. She even took the initiative to masturbate a lot. Even though I kept reminding her that these actions would be shown to him, she still did as she pleased. I could even see that her genitals were wet throughout the entire shoot.
After the photoshoot that day, we made love passionately in the hotel room. I could clearly feel that she was different from usual; instead of feeling tired after the shoot, she was incredibly excited. She was also in great shape down there, with her juices flowing onto the bed during penetration. So, I not only made love, but also verbally provoked her.
"You were amazing today! Were you excited because you showed your nude photos to an older man?" "No...no..." My girlfriend, of course, wouldn't admit it so easily.
"I saw you were all wet down there when you were taking the photos, and you still won't admit it?" I wasn't going to let her off so easily, so I continued to press her.
"No...no...ah...no...no..." "Tell me the truth, do you like showing your nude photos to dz?" I continued to ask.
"Oh...you're so annoying...well...well, he...he gave me a gift...I have to repay him..." Although my girlfriend still wouldn't admit it was consensual, at this point I understood what she was thinking.
"So tell me, if DZ asked you to wear this in front of me, would you wear it?" "N-no... I don't know... If... he... he's not too ugly... maybe... I would..." (During the photoshoot, she wasn't asked to do anything too revealing, but she spontaneously made these provocative and sexually suggestive movements, so the photoshoot had a rather positive significance.) Clearly, this photoshoot was a major breakthrough. Actually, the task itself wasn't that significant; the main breakthrough was psychological. Since she was willing to have nude photos taken and shown to others, it meant she might also agree to let DZ see her naked in front of her. Since she was willing to let DZ see her naked in front of her, she might not mind being touched in front of him. Since she was willing to do all that... maybe... that's my logic.
Looking back, it was indeed the same logic I had at the time. Sometimes we draw very clear lines. However, on the path of cuckoldry, the wife's change of heart isn't always clear-cut; sometimes a small breakthrough leads back to square one. Even after things were settled, there were many instances where we went back to square one. It's undeniable that people's thoughts and emotions are not static; they can't always move forward. Often, we need patience and compromise in this process. But I
digress. Back to the main point: after my girlfriend completed her first task, their online communication increased significantly. Since we weren't married yet, she usually chatted with this older man alone at night. Inevitably, their conversations turned to erotic topics. My girlfriend, having already been "completely honest" with him in person, didn't feel awkward discussing such things. They even engaged in text-based sex several times. The day after each text-based encounter, she would send me the chat history, making it impossible for me to concentrate at work the next day.
However, regardless, since he was abroad, their communication was limited to online. Sometimes my girlfriend would tell me that if he could come to our city and meet her, she might actually "offer herself."
For the next two years, such an opportunity never came, until one day, this netizen actually came to our city on business, and my wife wore his favorite clothes that day, waiting for his arrival… Tips for training a cuckolded wife: Sometimes a breakthrough doesn't necessarily need a major event, but just a small change. However, many enthusiasts often overlook simple training methods.
Chapter Three: The Beginning of Success and Failure
DD's notification was rather rushed; he said he'd be coming to our place for a meeting the next day, and it wasn't certain if we could meet. However, my girlfriend still made preparations. That day, she wore a white shirt, a black mini-skirt, black stockings, and high heels—no different from usual—a completely office lady look. Coincidentally, she was attending a training session alone that day, giving her a lot of flexibility in her outfit. Actually, the black mini-skirt was a bit too big at the waist; she could fold up a section at the waist, making it fit perfectly and reducing the overall length by a few centimeters. Don't underestimate that small change—it completely transformed a regular mini-skirt into a super mini-skirt. The skirt length just covered her upper thighs.
(A photo of her outfit taken later.)
That day, I made an excuse to run errands and left the company two hours early to pick her up from her training session. When she emerged, her skirt had already ridden up several centimeters, revealing its secret—since the skirt reached her upper thighs, the lace trim of her original black stockings was now showing. It turned out these weren't ordinary pantyhose, but black lace garter stockings. With each step she took, the lace trim always found a suitable space to peek out. This was the kind of style dz liked—a dignified exterior concealing a wanton heart. Clearly, my wife was deeply influenced by this philosophy; she later told me that she had spent the entire night thinking about how to achieve that perfect balance between dignity and wantonness in her outfit that day. (A closer look under the skirt reveals the secret) The night before, we specifically discussed the meeting on QQ:
Girlfriend: "I'm meeting the older man tomorrow, I'm so nervous." Me: "Have you decided what to wear?" Girlfriend: "Not yet." Me: "Then choose something sexy." Girlfriend: "No, my parents will think it's strange if they see me at home in the morning..." Me: "You can wear something normal on the outside, and something sexy on the inside." Girlfriend: "Ugh, how can you make your wife dress so sexy when she meets another man?" Me: "Hehe, I'll also let you make love with another man..." Girlfriend: "Ugh, who said we'd make love? It's just a meeting for tea and a chat." Me: "He definitely wants more than just tea and a chat... You'd better be prepared..." Girlfriend: "[shy]" Girlfriend: "Honey" Me: "??" Girlfriend: "You really... really... allow me to... make love with the older man?" Me: "Do you want to?" Girlfriend: "[shy]" "I won't tell you." Me: "We're meeting tomorrow, and you still won't tell me what's on your mind?" Girlfriend: "[shy] I want to..."
Girlfriend: "But..."
Girlfriend: "What if he doesn't look like the picture?" Me: "Then you should reject him." Girlfriend: "But you want me to meet him alone tomorrow, I'm all alone..." Girlfriend: "I'm afraid I won't be able to refuse." Me: "It's not easy for him to come all this way, how about this?" Me: "He likes stockings and beautiful legs, right? If he's not your type, you can just let him touch your legs." Girlfriend: "I'm afraid he'll start thinking more after touching them." Me: "If you don't like it, you can let him touch and kiss you. If he wants to masturbate, just say you're on your period." Girlfriend: "I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself if I say that." Me: "Then you can give him oral sex." Girlfriend: "Oh yeah... how come I didn't think of that..." Me: "What if he just ejaculates in your mouth?"
Girlfriend: "Then..." "Let him cum..."
Me: "Will you swallow it?"
Girlfriend: "Well...it depends on my mood..."
Girlfriend: "So you're just going to wait at home?"
Me: "No, I plan to let dz enjoy you alone first. Then he'll message me, and I'll come in then, and then we'll have a 3P..." Girlfriend: "Ugh, you're so horny, who said we'd have a 3P?" Me: "So now that you have dz, you don't want to play with me anymore, huh?" Girlfriend: "No...but...if you two are together...I'll feel embarrassed." (I originally wanted to screenshot the QQ messages from that day, but I later found that due to the long time that has passed, those messages are long gone, so the above conversation is a rewrite by my wife and me from memory. There may be some discrepancies, but it's basically the same.) This kind of conversation gave me hope that my cuckolding would become a reality. And sitting in the car looking at my wife's outfit made my blood boil even more. Thinking that this wife in front of me would be kneeling under another man and sucking his penis in a few hours, I guess only those who have truly experienced it can understand the feeling.
However, things don't always go as smoothly as expected. Just as my wife got into the car, I received a text message from dz saying that today's meeting hadn't gone well, and the company had already booked a flight out of Shanghai tonight, so the planned meeting was probably impossible. I showed this message to my wife. My wife laughed and said, "Yay, finally I don't have to go..."—beneath her seemingly lighthearted words, there was actually a bit of disappointment. My wife's carefully dressed appearance was probably not for that simple "Yay."
However, despite the disappointment, I wasn't entirely without gain. First, looking at my wife's outfit today, I understood that she had psychologically accepted having sex with other men, even a threesome. Second, although we didn't meet dz this time, it did allow other cuckolding experiments that day—we were certainly a little disappointed after receiving dz's message, but we quickly composed ourselves and found a restaurant to eat at. The interesting cuckolding experiment began here... We chose a nice restaurant, and as the waiter led us to our seats, I noticed that many people sitting there were staring at my girlfriend. It turned out my girlfriend had deliberately shortened her skirt and hadn't let it down. So, when she walked, you could still see the black lace trim and straps of her black stockings. As soon as we entered the table, I told my wife that many people were staring at her. My girlfriend replied, "Let them look. Since dz isn't lucky enough to see today, I'll leave this privilege to others, let them see as they please.
" Clearly, this was a bit of a sulky remark, but a sudden inspiration struck me—while my wife was being stubborn, why not try something different? So, I went along with her words: "Really? That's a real treat for others. How about we do something revealing today, and then tell dz, he'll regret it to death…" "Okay, let's do it this way, I'll do whatever you want," my girlfriend replied decisively, a far cry from her usual hesitant manner.
So, I gestured for the first step: for my girlfriend to go to the restroom and take off her underwear, going commando. My girlfriend didn't object (you know, normally, asking her to go into public without underwear would be completely unacceptable).
My girlfriend turned and went to the restroom. When she came back, she had a fist clenched in her hand. She returned to her seat and then asked me to open my arms. To my surprise, her clenched fist held a transparent thong. I hadn't expected that besides her outward appearance, even her underwear was meticulously designed. The
subsequent "training" was even more interesting. Because the tablecloth at the restaurant was short, the seats next to us could easily see my wife's legs. Since we were sitting facing the same direction, I could clearly observe that a man at the table diagonally opposite me was frequently glancing at my wife's legs.
"Honey, that man across from us seems to be peeking at you. Why don't we let him look a little more..." I said, and then I had my wife pretend to be having a pleasant conversation with me, "unintentionally" spreading her legs... We chatted and laughed, pretending it was casual, but actually observing each other's expressions. Clearly, the frequency with which the other man's gaze swept under my wife's skirt was increasing. I don't know how much of my wife's "revealing skin" this man could actually see, but judging from his expression, even if he couldn't see everything, he should have noticed something. Just then, our food started arriving. Then, I had an even bolder idea. I had my wife unbutton the second button of her shirt. That way, whenever the waiter came to bring the food, they could see right through her shirt from above. My wife not only has long, shapely legs, but also D-cup breasts… Since she unbuttoned the second button, the waiters seemed extra attentive, bringing us food and drinks, and constantly offering napkins. My wife seemed to enjoy it, even joking that next time we went to a restaurant with bad service, she should show more cleavage, so the waiters would definitely be more attentive.
Obviously, I didn't expect to meet the online friend, but I gained a lot. Not only did I learn about my wife's bottom line, but I also experienced some different cuckold scenarios. Afterwards, my wife was more willing to discuss with me what it would be like if we met DZ. We even pretended to be DZ during sex, meeting her. And every time we had sex under these role-playing scenarios, we were incredibly excited.
Cuckold training tips: Pursuing the result is important, but sometimes the process is more memorable. When we are eager to achieve the result but repeatedly fail, we might as well stop and slowly savor the scenery along the way. A brief pause may sometimes be the prelude to a new beginning, or the cornerstone of success.
Chapter Four: An Unforgettable First Time .
Success and failure are often separated by a fine line. Even with everything prepared, there will always be times when you can't get the right opportunity.
However, opportunity always favors the prepared. That less-than-successful "meeting" last time may seem like a failure, but it paved the way for my future cuckolding adventures. Perhaps at this point, there's nothing you can do but wait for the "right wind" to arrive… Since then, communication between my wife and me has become smoother and more direct. Her chat partners have also expanded beyond just like-minded people like dz; sometimes I help her choose "single men" with more specific goals.
However, my wife remains very picky; only a very few of the people I introduce her to end up on her official friend list. Among them, of course, is a netizen named A-D.
At this point, many readers have probably guessed that A-D is the person mentioned in the "Prologue," and he had the good fortune to become the object of his first real cuckolding activity… However, this first time wasn't carefully planned; it was an unintentional accident.
As I mentioned before, I'm a stocking enthusiast and have always used my wife as a model for stocking photos. Considering that shooting at home would be too monotonous and easily compromise privacy… Therefore, we would arrange to have a photoshoot at a hotel every 1-2 months. This tradition continued even after we got married. That day was one of our "routine" photoshoots.
That afternoon, my wife brought several sexy nightclub outfits, sexy lingerie, stockings, etc., to the hotel for the shoot. The entire shoot went smoothly, and by about 4:30 pm, we had finished. We planned to stay overnight at the hotel, so we had plenty of time left. So, while my wife rested, I browsed the internet.
At this time, Ah D was online and greeted me when he saw me come online. When he learned that we were having a photoshoot at a hotel, he showed great interest and wanted to come and "visit," so I told my wife about this idea. However, my wife didn't seem very interested in others coming to "visit." I also felt that arranging to come directly to the hotel was indeed a bit abrupt, but since we had a lot of free time before going to bed, I suggested that we have Ah D come over, find a karaoke bar near the hotel, and the three of us could sing karaoke together... Obviously, my wife was more interested in this suggestion. Whether out of feigned reluctance or genuine shyness, she insisted it was just a casual karaoke session and nothing more would happen. However, I didn't seem to care. As I mentioned before, many things are left to fate; there's no need to explain the entire plan before anything even occurs. Therefore, I suggested online that Ah D reserve a room at a karaoke bar near our hotel, and then we would go over after he booked it. Actually, before this, our communication with Ah D was limited to online; we weren't familiar with each other. This was also a test of Ah D's sincerity, to see if he dared to travel all that way to a karaoke bar to wait for a complete stranger.
It seems opportunities always favor the adventurous. Ah D made no excuses and immediately logged off QQ. About 40 minutes later, I received a message from him saying the karaoke room was ready. By then, my wife was almost fully dressed. My wife wore a dark short skirt and a tight-fitting shirt, exactly the same clothes we wore before arriving at the hotel. The only difference was that she specifically wore a pair of high heels and stockings for the photoshoot.
The KTV wasn't far, and we quickly arrived at the room. A-D looked similar to his photos, rather refined and fair-skinned. His gaze was immediately drawn to my wife as she entered. Since he hadn't seen her before, his expression clearly showed an unexpected surprise.
We sat down; the coffee table was piled high with bottles of beer and snacks—A-D was clearly a meticulous person, having arranged everything perfectly beforehand. We started chatting casually, each ordering a few songs, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed than expected. Then, my wife left to go to the restroom. At this point, Ah D finally had a chance to talk to me alone for a few minutes—he talked about how beautiful my wife was, asked how the photos went, and whether we often came to karaoke, etc. We chatted for a while until my wife was almost back. Finally, Ah D couldn't hold back any longer and asked if he could give my wife a gentle hug later. I naturally indicated to him that as long as my wife didn't object, he could decide for himself. He nodded in satisfaction… When my wife returned, I felt the opportunity had arrived, so I had my wife sit in the middle, while Ah D and I sat on either side. We stopped singing, ordered three dice cups, filled our beers, and started playing games. The games were nothing more than "Truth or Dare," and I won't go into all the details, but I'll just highlight the most exciting parts.
First, at the very beginning of the game, Ah D put his hand on my wife's leg. This was the first time my wife had been touched on the thigh by another man in front of me, and I have to admit I was a little nervous, afraid that my wife would get angry and push Ah D's hand away, which would make the whole atmosphere very awkward. However, my worries were unnecessary. My wife didn't resist at all, acting as if nothing had happened. Even when A-D put his hand on my wife's thigh and stroked it back and forth, she didn't resist at all, but instead happily played the game. (Afterwards, I asked her why she accepted it so readily, and she told me that seeing A-D spending money to book a private room and buying a lot of food and beer, she felt it was a way of repaying him.) Then, as the game progressed, the atmosphere became increasingly lively. At one point, A-D won a game and even kissed my wife's leg. His hands became increasingly unruly. He not only started stroking her thighs but even tried to put his hand under my wife's skirt, touching her inner thigh. Fortunately, my wife was wearing pantyhose, so A-D could only touch her through the stockings and couldn't do anything further.
The games also gradually became more and more explicit. On one occasion, my wife lost a game, and Ah D demanded that she kiss his brother. However, my wife, citing the lack of privacy in the private room, only symbolically touched the zipper area of his pants with her mouth. Then, my wife lost another game, and Ah D demanded that she show the color of her underwear.
After much hesitation, my wife reluctantly hid in a dark corner of the room, lifted her skirt, and revealed her underwear… Ah D, seizing the opportunity, after winning another round, demanded that my wife take off her bra on the spot. This time, my wife readily agreed. Clearly, Ah D was looking forward to witnessing my wife's bare breasts.
However, to his disappointment, my wife cleverly used a method that didn't require undressing—she first reached into the back of her shirt to unbutton it, then slipped her fingers inside the shirt to pull out the bra straps from the left and right shoulders, wrapped them around her hands, and then pulled them out from the front, leaving no room for exposure. Clearly, this time Ah D was disappointed.
By then, it was almost time to leave the private room. I felt my wife had had a great time, so I said to her,
"It's almost time to leave the private room, why don't we go back to the hotel and continue?" My wife didn't hesitate at all and simply said, "Okay." This surprised me quite a bit; I felt my chance had come.
I gave Ah D the room number and asked him to buy some food and a bottle of red wine at a nearby convenience store. My wife and I went to the hotel first. As soon as we arrived, I told my wife to change into something sexy. She didn't refuse. She went to the bathroom and changed into a red club dress. The top of the dress was strapless, without any bra straps, and the bottom just covered her buttocks. She was also wearing black stockings and high heels. However, to my surprise, my wife wasn't wearing anything underneath. Not only was she not wearing a bra, but she wasn't even wearing underwear under her black stockings. She said that since they might be ripped off during the game anyway, she might as well not wear anything. This made me even more excited. Around this time, Ah D arrived, and he was clearly also drooling over the dress.
(The picture shows what my wife was wearing at the time.)
We then continued our "Truth or Dare" game, this time much more daring than before. Not long after the game started, my wife had already taken off her high heels and stockings, leaving her in only a small dress, completely naked underneath. You could say that dress was less of a garment and more of a last shred of modesty. The physical contact during the game became more direct. My wife was touched on the breasts, thighs, and even genitals. When her genitals were touched, my wife was initially a little shy and seemed reluctant, so I excused myself to go to the bathroom. She later told me that she was already soaking wet down there, and almost came to orgasm from Ah D's touch... What happened next was what you saw in the prologue, but since this part is quite important, I have to describe it again—when my wife lost the game again, Ah D boldly suggested that she give him oral sex. My wife was still acting coy, and while she made an excuse to have Ah D wash himself in the bathroom, we discussed a strategy. I suggested she drink some red wine first, partly to bolster her courage, and partly so she could have some wine in her mouth while giving him oral sex, which would also have a disinfecting effect... When Ah D returned to his seat, he was completely naked, his erect penis temporarily exposed. My wife walked up to him, bent down, and began giving him oral sex. Because Ah D was sitting, and my wife was standing and bending over, her buttocks were naturally sticking out. Her short skirt couldn't cover them at all, and I, sitting next to her, could clearly see her already wet vulva.
I felt the time had come, so I pulled out my penis, walked behind my wife, and thrust it into her vagina.
My wife was focused on giving Ah D oral sex at that moment, and by the time she noticed my actions, she was already caught off guard and could only let out a muffled groan as I entered her. And at that moment, I completed my first threesome… However, this was not the end, but merely the beginning, not only the beginning of that night, but also the true beginning of my entire cuckolding journey.
Cuckolding training tips: Sometimes success comes suddenly, but success doesn't fall from the sky; opportunity always favors the prepared. Don't mind how long the preparation before successful training may be; time is always the sharpest weapon, and patience is the best lubricant. If everything is done well enough, perhaps success is just one step away.
Chapter Five: Ah D's Story (Season One Finale)
The previous chapter left us in suspense; actually, the threesome was just the beginning. My wife was giving Ah D oral sex while simultaneously thrusting into me, and I could clearly feel her vaginal fluids overflowing like a gushing spring. At this moment, I felt an even greater opportunity had arrived. As I withdrew from my wife's body, I could clearly sense her disappointment. When a woman is about to reach orgasm but it abruptly ends, her innate animalistic instincts erupt. At this moment, what matters most to her is having something to fill her body again, or rather, to fill the emptiness in her heart.
I stood up and said to Ah D, "Why don't you try it too…" Ah D immediately perked up, helped my wife, who was giving him oral sex, to her feet, turned around, and picked up his penis, ready to insert it. "Don't rush, we haven't put on a condom yet," I said, taking out a pre-prepared condom from my bag. Although I felt that saying this at that moment was somewhat out of place, and I was even a little afraid that my wife would suddenly regain her "rationality," I always had my own principles. Even though success was imminent, I couldn't abandon my principles for that final step.
However, it seemed my worries were unnecessary. Ah D impatiently put on the condom, and my wife bent over, obediently waiting for Ah D to penetrate her from behind. Even as Ah D was preparing to insert his penis, my wife used her hand to grasp it, helping him guide it into her vagina.
Seeing this scene for the first time was incredibly shocking—the scene was extremely stimulating, yet my feelings were incredibly complex. Although I longed to give my wife to someone else, the first time I actually did, I felt a pang of jealousy. Fortunately, I was somewhat prepared, and I understood that if I showed even a hint of jealousy or regret at that moment, I might never be able to do the same thing again. Luckily, I'm not a sentimental person; most of the time, I was simply captivated by the stimulating and erotic scene.
While my wife was being penetrated by Ah D, I wasn't idle either, putting my penis in her mouth. At that moment, while he was giving me oral sex, I could feel the force of Ah D's thrusts through my wife's body being transmitted to me. For a moment, I felt like I almost couldn't hold back and ejaculated... That was the process of my first time having sex with my wife, my first threesome. As for what happened next, I think it goes without saying. We took turns having sex with my wife, and we played around all night. Even after A-D left the hotel, and even the next day, my wife and I kept reminiscing about what had happened.
After this experience, my wife became more open than before. As the saying goes, once you start, you start again. Not long after, we met up with A-D again, and the whole process was set up with games until the final sex scene. After that, even the setup was skipped. I remember one Saturday night, A-D and my wife were chatting enthusiastically, and I don't know who suggested it first, but it was already 10 p.m. I had A-D book a room at a four-star hotel, and then my wife and I took a taxi there.
This time, there was basically no game setup. As soon as we entered, A-D hugged my wife and started touching her.
My wife didn't hesitate at all and immediately gave A-D a deep, passionate kiss. That wasn't all. Then, my wife pulled down Ah D's pants, took out his penis, and started sucking it. This surprised not only Ah D, but even I was seeing her perform oral sex on another man for the first time. I'd always imagined my wife becoming a slut, not only being raped but also actively doing lewd things. Now, this scene was unfolding before my eyes, and it felt like time travel.
However, this time, unlike the first time, I didn't have sex with my wife while she was performing oral sex on Ah D. This time, I chose a different approach. I went to take a shower first. While I was showering, I thought I heard my wife's lewd laughter, and even when I turned off the tap after showering, I could clearly hear her moans.
That sound was so familiar—it was the moaning my wife made when she was being fucked. Speaking of moans, there's actually a story behind it. My wife has always had a habit of moaning during sex; in her view, a woman who doesn't moan loses a large part of the pleasure of sex. Not only that, she even went to learn the moaning techniques of AV actresses, although I always thought her moaning was already quite good before. However
, she strives for perfection in everything she does. Moreover, she has a very strong ability to learn; after watching AVs with me at home a few times, she has completely mastered imitating the voices of AV actresses.
Standing in the bathroom, hearing that familiar AV actress voice, I knew this wasn't a pornographic video playing, but a real one unfolding... When I returned to the room, the scene was exactly as I'd imagined: my wife was lying on the bed, her legs spread wide, being lifted high by Ah D, whose penis was already thrusting in and out of her vagina... However, I was a little worried that Ah D might not be wearing a condom, since this was my wife's first time alone with someone else. But in fact, my worries were completely unnecessary; Ah D was not only wearing a condom, but my wife had even helped him put it on. According to my wife's later recollection, after I left, Ah D had her turn around so he could not only enjoy oral sex from her but also taste her vagina. Moreover, it wasn't just his mouth; Ah D also kept inserting his fingers into my wife's vagina, thrusting them in and out. My wife felt her juices were almost dripping onto her face… Just when my wife felt it was about time, she quickly turned around to grab her bag from the bedside, took out the condom I had prepared for her, and used her lips to press the protruding bladder of the condom. Then she returned to Ah D's side and immediately put her mouth on his penis—with this top-down oral sex motion, the condom naturally went on.
Afterward, without saying a word, my wife straddled Ah D, guided his penis into her vagina. Obviously, Ah D rarely played this missionary position and was initially a little unaccustomed to it, but faced with my wife's proactive advances, he quickly regained the initiative. After a while of thrusting, my wife got tired on top, so Ah D flipped her over, lifted her legs, placed them on his shoulders, and began thrusting. I think experienced men know that this kind of thrusting can easily reach very deep. My wife could clearly feel that Ah D had completely inserted his penis into her body, so she started moaning loudly. At that moment, I happened to walk out of the bathroom... Faced with this scene, I naturally didn't sit idly by, and I took my penis into my wife's mouth. However, unexpectedly, because my wife was enjoying it so much, she took my penis in her mouth several times, but only lasted a few seconds before spitting it out and continuing to moan. At this time, Ah D's frequency was getting faster and faster, so I temporarily left my wife and sat on the chair next to her to watch my wife being violently thrust into by Ah D... "Ah... ah... ah ah... ah... ah" At this time, my wife had no other words, only simple moans. At this moment, I felt that my wife was completely intoxicated by her own lewd time, and she didn't care that her husband was still next to her. She abandoned her usual shyness and shouted loudly. Fortunately, this time I specifically asked Ah D to find a four-star hotel, with no soundproofing issues, so my wife could scream freely without worry… Finally, after Ah D's several thrusts that almost shook the bed to pieces, they gradually calmed down. But for my wife, it wasn't time to be idle. After Ah D withdrew his penis, I immediately took over. This time, I had my wife lie on all fours like a doggy style, and I fucked her from behind. Ah D had just taken off his condom, and his penis still had a lot of semen residue on it. I said, "Wife, you haven't cleaned Ah D up yet…"—This is a habit of mine when we make love. Every time I make love, my wife takes off my condom and then gives me oral sex, cleaning the residue off my penis with her mouth… When my wife heard me say this, she just smiled and didn't object. Ah D also tactfully came over and put his penis in my wife's face. My wife didn't hesitate and took Ah D's penis into her mouth. This was also the first time my wife had cleaned up the "battlefield" for another man after having sex with him. In a sense, it was a breakthrough. However, my wife didn't treat everyone this way. Only a few men she was attracted to received this "special service" after sex... After enjoying this treatment, Ah D soon regained his "virility," and after I finished, Ah D quickly took over my "job" and continued to fuck my wife. My wife kept saying she couldn't take it anymore while being fucked. However, we didn't stop our "offensive" because of her verbal "surrender."
In this way, Ah D and I took turns, and my wife was fucked four times in a row without rest, almost exhausting her. At that time, I thought that might be my wife's limit. However, later stories showed that women's potential is far more powerful than we imagine. There are no women who are not promiscuous, only men who don't know how to train them. However, I think it's pointless to simply challenge a woman's limits in terms of quantity. The fun of cuckolding lies in completing different training through different scenarios and tasks. Sometimes, sex is just an outcome. Focusing solely on the result while abandoning the enjoyment of the entire process makes cuckolding seem meaningless. In short, there will be more exciting stories waiting for you, so please look forward to them.
Cuckolding training tips: Sex isn't the end. The fun of cuckolding lies in constantly finding new characters, new scripts, and new scenarios. Sometimes, when you enjoy the process, you'll find that the result isn't so important.

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