【Wife's Development Log】(01) 【Author: Wife Trainer】

Author: Wife Trainer
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've been involved with the concept of "cuckoldry" for almost ten years now. At first, I was content with just reading erotic novels and watching porn to masturbate
, mostly just fantasizing about my wife. Occasionally, she'd cooperate with a little sex
game, but if I actually brought up the idea of a threesome or swapping, she'd immediately change her attitude and give me
a good scolding.

With societal development, young people's views are becoming increasingly open. Many young couples
are engaging in activities that are astonishing and eye-opening. Through the internet, all sorts of novel and exciting activities are faithfully recorded in
texts and pictures, repeatedly arousing my cuckoldry desires
, ultimately leading me down a solid step into the abyss.

My wife's name is Xiaojing. She's 172 cm tall and weighs 52 kg. While not particularly stunning in appearance
, supple yet
sexy figure, without an ounce of excess fat, plus 36D breasts and... My wife 's long, slender legs attracted
a lot of .

She works as a key account manager at a listed jewelry company, while I
work for a state-owned enterprise. Six months ago, my direct supervisor was promoted to general manager, and I was promoted to department manager. The
previously stressful workload lessened considerably, providing me with the time to indulge in my wife-cuckolding schemes.

A few months ago, one weekend, I took my wife to a resort in the suburbs. This trip
wasn't for a vacation, but for outdoor exhibitionism.

A few years ago, I went to great lengths to lure my wife down this path. I once designed a set of sex
game cards, agreeing that if I did something to move her or bought her a limited-edition gift,
she could draw a card, and when I used it, she had to obey unconditionally. Unfortunately,
I was too hasty then, and she immediately drew cards involving threesomes, swapping, and group sex—cards that were beyond her tolerance
. Although my initial intention wasn't achieved, it did lead to… These little games enhanced our intimacy, so the game modes
were retained, and the card formats became increasingly diverse: from simple oral sex cards, blowjob cards,
and anal sex cards, to role-playing cards like maid cards, flight attendant cards, and nurse cards, and now even
advanced command cards such as outdoor exposure cards, outdoor sex cards, and photo cards. After each game, my wife and I
inevitably have a passionate encounter, making her incredibly satisfied, with a much higher probability of orgasm than during regular sex.
I guess this is the most important reason why

my wife keeps the game. Outdoor exposure is one of the most cuckold-themed games in our intimacy.
After each exposure, my wife becomes incredibly aroused, like she's taken an aphrodisiac, and won't stop until she's completely drained.

Feeling my wife's inner desires is incredibly exciting for me, so I often design
some more stimulating little activities to further arouse her desire, waiting for the day her desire overflows
.

This time, I designed an outdoor... The outfit was a deep purple dress, almost reaching her waist. My wife's firm,
shapely buttocks seemed ready to burst out at any moment. The dress was semi-sheer with lace, revealing glimpses of her beautiful body
, alluring and seductive.

This was the first time my wife had gone completely braless; she wasn't wearing a bra or panties. However, her breasts were very perky,
making it difficult to tell without a close look. To accommodate her feelings, I allowed her to wear a pair of
ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings, which only made her even more alluring.

I was filled with anticipation for this exposure, wondering if anyone would notice.

However, I was clearly too excited. We had just settled into the hotel and hadn't even stepped outside when the weather changed dramatically,
and a torrential downpour began. The exposure plan was ruined.

I could only regretfully take photos of my wife indoors. As if sensing my displeasure,
she unexpectedly cooperated, going all out and striking various seductive poses. Of course, there was also a
high-definition, uncensored "Young Wife vs. Photographer" scene.

Then, while my wife was showering, I logged onto the 1024 forum and
posted some of the more revealing photos I had taken of her in the image section. Of course, I blurred her face, but her alluring figure was sure
to make the guys' imaginations run wild.

After doing all this, I quickly shut down the computer. After my wife came out, we cuddled for a while
before getting ready to go for lunch.

To my surprise, my wife was still wearing the revealing outfit she had worn that morning. When I asked her why, she
shyly replied, "I'm already prepared, so showing skin in the hotel is fine too. I just hope I don't spoil your fun
."

Faced with my wife's genuine feelings, I felt a surge of tenderness and vowed to cherish her even more.

Because of the rain, many people couldn't go out. When we arrived at the hotel restaurant, it was crowded
, and there were no seats for two. We had to share a table with others at a large table.

My wife's alluring attire quickly attracted the attention of many men. I guessed many were fantasizing about
her, especially the young man sitting opposite her; his expression was complex, suddenly becoming one of surprise
and excitement. I couldn't help but follow his gaze, and there, just
beyond !

He saw her nipple! The thought sent a strange surge of excitement through me
. Sitting so close, he must have seen it very clearly. While my mind raced, I pretended to be calm, trying not to startle him
.

Time seemed to slow down; my penis grew harder and harder, as if it would burst out of my pants. Finally, we finished eating, and
my wife and I left the restaurant under the watchful eyes of many.

The intense stimulation made me want to rush back to our room to talk to my wife. As we walked down the hallway
, several men and women suddenly waved and greeted us.

"Sister Jing, Sister Jing, you look so beautiful and sexy today! I love you to death!" A beautiful woman rushed over and
hugged my wife, giving her a kiss.

"Xiao Lu, what are you all doing here?" Although my wife was a little shy and embarrassed because of her outfit, she
still greeted everyone very generously.

It turned out that it was the graduation ceremony for the new employees of my wife's company, and they had chosen this place as the venue. It was a
group of young people, about ten or so.

"Thank you, big brother. We will definitely take good care of Sister Jing." Xiao Lu and the other young people used
the excuse of fate to forcibly borrow my wife, calling it "learning from a senior."

Seeing my wife's helpless smile, I was secretly delighted and quickly pushed her into the crowd. "I can't refuse
their hospitality , so please keep them company. I left early this morning, so I'm going back to catch up on some sleep."

I quickly slipped away. Would my wife, dressed so sexily, spark something between her and these young people?
With wonderful anticipation, I returned to my room.

I spent the entire afternoon organizing the photos and videos from the morning, and it wasn't until almost 6 PM that I received
a text from my wife asking me to have dinner together.

How could I possibly ruin everyone's plans at a time like this? So I made up an excuse to decline and
ate two packs of instant noodles to fill my stomach.

Time ticked by, and I started to overthink. How was my wife doing? Had
anyone discovered she was naked? If they had, would they take advantage of her? Or had she been drugged and forced
into a relationship?

Thinking about it, I realized I was being too hopeful. With so many people, men and women, who would dare to
rape a senior colleague in front of everyone? Besides, a kid fresh out of school probably wouldn't have the guts.

Around 11:30 PM, the phone finally rang. My wife answered, but when I picked up, a man's
voice : "Brother, Sister Jing is drunk. What's your room number? We'll take her home."

"I'm…" Drunk? Just as I was about to give out the room number, an idea suddenly popped into my head,
so changed my mind and said, "I'm currently in an urgent video conference, which will probably last another half hour.
It's a bit inconvenient for you to bring her up now. If you're not coming, just tell me where you are, and I'll come pick her up after my meeting
."

"Okay, then, we'll wait for you here. Come find us in Hall 3 after your meeting!
"

"Okay, then I'll have to trouble everyone to look after her. I'll be there in half an hour."

After hanging up the phone, I quickly changed into a black t-shirt and trousers. Hehehe, young man, I'm
entrusting my wife to you for half an hour, don't let me down.

A few minutes later, I arrived outside Hall 3. Seeing the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, I was overjoyed: This is promising!

I looked inside through the glass window in the door. It was very dark inside, with only
the light and shadow .

They must have turned off all the lights and were playing a music video loudly. All of this suggested that something unusual was
happening .

I quietly pushed the door open; thankfully, it wasn't locked. I slipped inside and closed the door behind me
.

Just as I suspected, all the lights were off, only the TV was playing
loudly of me opening the door.

Room 3 was quite large, long and narrow. By the light of the TV, I could see a figure with their back to
me at the far end.

The constantly changing lights of the music video made it difficult to see what was happening inside. I took a few deep breaths,
then crouched down and slowly crawled over from the floor. Because the person was so focused, I successfully used the table as cover to get
closer.

"Sister Jing, you big slut, you're usually so proper, but I didn't expect you to dress so provocatively on the weekend,
not even wearing a bra or panties. Are you begging for a man to fuck you? Your husband won't be here for another half hour, I'll fuck you to death, you
big slut."

As soon as I got close, I heard a lewd male voice. I carefully peeked out, and what I saw
made my blood boil.

My wife was lying sprawled on the sofa, her eyes closed, her purple lace dress pushed up above her chest,
exposing her full 36D breasts. A young man was burying his head between her legs,
the sounds of wetness filling the air.

My wife's tender vulva was being licked by a man other than me, and the thought made me even more excited and expectant
.

After a few minutes of licking, the man suddenly lifted his head, startling me so much that I instinctively pulled my head back.

Immediately afterward, I heard my wife making "mmm" sounds, the sounds of her mouth being filled.
Could it be ...?

"Sister Jing, you're such a slut, your little mouth is amazing, it feels so good, so good, I'll fuck you to death!" It turned out
the man was thrusting his penis into my wife's mouth, making the drunken woman perform oral sex on him.

The man was uttering lewd words as he thrust into my wife's mouth, making my penis almost explode
, but I dared not make a move.

Suddenly, I heard my wife's sounds become rapid, and the man began to breathe heavily
.

My wife was about to be ejaculated on by a man other than me, albeit in her mouth! My mind went
blank pleasure from sexually abusing my wife and the humiliation of her being taken by another man.

As the man exhaled a long breath, I knew my wife had finally swallowed another man's semen. At the same time,
a chill ran down my spine: what if he found out after he finished? A cold sweat broke out on my back at that thought.

I risked everything and peeked out again, seeing the man's still-erect penis pressed tightly against my wife's mouth, only releasing it
after a long while , causing her to cough rapidly.

The man glanced at his watch and muttered to himself, "Jing, finally got to fuck you, worth it! Seventeen minutes
left , let's give it our all and give your husband another cuckold's horns." He then grabbed my wife's
hand and placed it on his limp penis, beginning to masturbate.

Although I wanted to see my wife being violated by another man again, I was afraid of not having a chance to escape like before
, so I left Hall 3 with a heavy heart. I didn't know how he would finish his second round—with
my wife 's vagina? Or somewhere else? But the thrill and humiliation I felt were unforgettable.

I checked the time; it was the appointed time. I quickly dialed my wife's number, and that lewd, obscene
male voice came through again, "Hey, bro, are you here? Room 3, we're waiting for you here!"

I deliberately called to give him time to get ready and avoid any awkwardness. Thankfully, when I finally
picked up my wife, she seemed perfectly normal, at least on the surface! The man's eyes were filled
with pride and mocking smugness as he looked at me.

I absentmindedly greeted him and quickly helped my wife back to the room. I excitedly approached
her , but the stench of alcohol mixed with the smell of penis and semen emanating from her breath was extremely unpleasant, and I
felt a bit nauseous, so I didn't kiss her.

I quickly lifted my wife's skirt, and sure enough, her crotch was soaking wet. Through the stockings, I could clearly
see her vulva opening and closing. I leaned in and smelled it; there was a smell of semen, but no
smell of penis.

Could it be that he ejaculated in my wife's crotch after masturbating the second time? While fiddling with my wife's crotch,
I continued searching for signs of her abuse. I quickly discovered red marks between her breasts;
he had used her 36D breasts to masturbate and then ejaculated onto her crotch.

This thought excited me. I quickly fetched water to wash her, then pulled out my already rock
-hard penis and thrust it into her tender vagina with a "plop." Her vagina
had already secreted a lot of fluid during the abuse, making penetration easy in the slippery environment.

Recalling the scene of her abuse, I felt incredibly aroused. Without any fancy techniques, I lifted her
long legs and began to fuck her hard. In less than three minutes, a thick gush of semen spurted out, reaching deep into her
body .

The dual stimulation of senses and mind was incredibly satisfying; the pleasure of cuckolding was indeed endless.

As I finished showering and prepared to lie back in bed, I inadvertently glanced at the stockings on the bedside table.
Something felt off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

I thought for a while, even touching the stockings, but still couldn't figure out how to take them, so
I

gave up, turned off the light, and lay down. The instant the light went out, a thought flashed through my mind. I sat up abruptly, reached for
the light, and grabbed the stockings to examine them closely.

Holy crap, these aren't my wife's stockings!!! Although they're both ultra-thin, my wife's stockings are
imported , and the stitching is different from domestic ones, resulting in a different pattern.

These aren't my wife's. To confirm my guess, I took another
pair of stockings from my wife's luggage and compared them under the light.

Sure enough, the pattern was different. A chill ran down my spine. Who took my wife's stockings and replaced them with a new pair? That guy?

Definitely not! I almost instantly dismissed my own thought. If that guy had changed
my wife's , there wouldn't be any semen smell on them; what if he had
changed her stockings before ejaculating and then ejaculated on them? No reason, no motive!

So, someone changed my wife's stockings before that guy sexually assaulted her? Thinking about this, my
cock started throbbing again. Who was that person who changed the stockings?
What did he do to my wife?

Looking at my wife's languid sleeping posture, my heart burned with desire. My long-cherished dream of having sex with my wife had finally come true.
Although she wasn't conscious, I knew this was just the beginning.

Thinking this, I felt incredibly satisfied, and soon I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I was awakened by the sound of my wife getting up, but I kept my eyes closed because I
wanted to know more clues about the stockings being switched last night.

From what I sensed, my wife made a flustered movement after waking up, then the bed felt light, followed by
the sound of running water—she had entered the bathroom.

I opened my eyes and glanced back at the stockings on the bedside table. A large patch of semen had congealed on them
. I closed my eyes again with a satisfied smile.

The sound of water in the bathroom didn't stop for a long time. My wife went to the bedside, timidly called my name twice, and
only breathed a sigh of relief when I didn't respond. Then I heard rustling sounds; my wife was gathering some
evidence.

After all the sounds stopped, my wife returned to the bed and shook me awake forcefully: "Honey,
honey , the sun's high in the sky! Get up!"

I pretended to have just woken up, half-closing my eyes as I looked at my wife. Her expression was perfectly calm, showing no sign of anything
amiss .

Something was wrong! I believed that a woman experienced in bed, even if drunk and taken advantage of,
should be able to deduce what had happened from her body's reactions and other details. Generally,
in this situation, it's difficult for a woman to recover so quickly. My wife's reaction suggested there
must be some reason I didn't know about. Thinking about this, my curiosity grew.

"Hmph," I feigned anger, "You have the nerve to say that? You came home dead drunk last night, threw up
everywhere, and made your husband toil away for most of the night. And when I woke up this morning, instead of being grateful, you were
the one blaming me!"

My wife giggled, pouting innocently. "I didn't know! It's all those kids at work who
were so inconsiderate, relentlessly pouring alcohol on me. Husband, calm down. I thought you couldn't get out of bed because you were
too indulgent last night!"

Looking at my wife's sexy pout, my heart burned with desire. I couldn't help but recall the erotic scene of her lips being vigorously penetrated by
another Inconsiderate kids? I think they're too inconsiderate, hehehe.
I forcibly suppressed my agitation, pretending not to know that my wife was testing whether I had slept with her last night
.

"Too indulgent! You've already exhausted yourself like that, how can I indulge? How about we
try some methods of indulgence together now?" I made a move to pounce on my wife.

My wife laughed and stepped aside. I wasn't really in the mood for sex anyway, and the room still reeked of
a hangover. We quickly washed up and prepared to go to the front desk to ask for a different room.

Before leaving, while my wife was in the bathroom, I took one last look at the pair of stockings on the bedside table.
I found that all the semen stains were gone, and it was a brand new pair of stockings. I casually tossed the stockings onto the bed
and searched around. Finally, I found the stockings from last night in the trash can. I quickly stuffed them into my pocket and
left the room

with my wife. We had just changed rooms at the front desk when I received a call from Xiaolu, inviting us to go shopping. My wife, preoccupied
with something, seemed reluctant to be alone with me and immediately agreed.

My wife changed into a refreshing tracksuit—a white t-shirt and a pink mini-skirt. Her snow-white thighs weren't
covered in stockings , instantly giving her a youthful and vibrant look. She immediately attracted the lecherous gazes of the group of guys.

The guy from last night even came over to greet me, with a victorious air that
slightly . The group of us went

out noisily. Unfortunately, shopping with a girl, while visually appealing,
is incredibly arduous.

Several young men couldn't keep up with their legs after less than an hour and made an excuse to sneak off to an internet cafe.

In the end, I ended up spending the whole day with these beautiful girls,
offering .

I quickly warmed up to them and we became friends. Seeing that the time was right, while my wife was trying on clothes, I jokingly scolded Xiao Lu for getting
her drunk and staying out so late.

Xiao Lu didn't seem to mind, and I soon found out they'd finished karaoke at 9:30. They

finished at 9:30, but I didn't receive a call until 11:30. It seemed something else had happened during that time
. I continued to subtly inquire, but unfortunately, Xiao Lu had also drunk quite a bit the night before and left early.

The shopping spree finally ended with the girls carrying bags full of purchases. Since we were
returning to , we decided to have hot pot together for lunch.

The hot pot restaurant was decorated in a classic style, with a nice atmosphere. Midway through, when I went to the restroom, I unexpectedly
overheard a conversation.

"Brother Fa, Sister Jing's cunt is amazing! Even though I didn't actually fuck her, her mouth and
big breasts are really something else."

"Yeah, I was blown away the first time I saw her at the company. I always fantasized about her masturbating,
but she actually offered herself up! Tsk tsk tsk, dressed so provocatively, no underwear, it was so
exciting !"

"Brother Fa, do you think she might find out? What if she accuses us of rape?"

"You little rascal, you're scared now? What were you doing while we were fucking? Don't worry, I've fucked plenty of married women like this. They
usually don't dare make a fuss, afraid of getting into trouble and ruining their reputation. Besides, with Sister Jing's cunt, maybe
her husband is a cuckold! There will be plenty of opportunities in the future, hehehe."

"Brother Fa, that's awesome! Remember to take me with you next time you fuck Sister Jing. I've never fucked
such ."

"Absolutely, otherwise why would I have taken so many photos last night? My only regret is that I was afraid her husband would find out
, so I couldn't actually fuck her cunt last night. Sigh, I'll have to go back and plan carefully tonight, how to get her
."

As they said this, the two walked further and further away, their voices fading into the distance. The first one to speak was the guy from last night,
and the other, "Brother Fa," was the man who had sexually assaulted my wife and taken her stockings last night.

Judging from their conversation, they probably also had methods to coerce my wife into submission; they must have taken photos or
videos . Thinking about this, I frowned. Although I've always had the idea of cuckolding my wife and don't mind her
having sex with other men, there's a prerequisite: my wife must be willing and enjoy the process.

But from their conversation, it's clear they have no respect for my wife whatsoever, and
they have no bottom line. This could very well disrupt the peace of my wife and me's life, which would be a problem.

Back at the dinner table, I started paying attention to everyone's voices, confirming that the guy sitting
next to the man from last night on my left was indeed "Brother Fa." Okay, I admit I introduced him before, but I hadn't paid any attention
.

This guy's got a good-looking face, no wonder he's managed to mess with so many women without getting into trouble.

Finding the right people made things easier. I started using the drinking culture I'd developed within the state-owned enterprise, easily
getting the two of them drunk. My plan was to use the excuse of not being able to drive after drinking to get on the company shuttle with them and
get rid of some trouble.

They drank so much they vomited bile and quickly passed out. They didn't wake
up
. The driver, seeing the two disheveled drunks, refused to let them on, so I readily offered to drive them home.

Since my wife had also drunk quite a bit and couldn't drive, I called a designated driver at the hotel. She sat in
the passenger seat and quickly fell asleep. After chatting with the driver about trivial things, I started playing
on my phone.

The driver politely shut up and focused on driving. Taking advantage of the driver's blind
spot successfully took out Brother Fa's phone and unlocked it with his fingerprint.

Sure enough, I found a lot of erotic photos in the gallery, not just of my wife, but also of many other women
—young students, young married women, and even women over forty.

There were about thirty photos of my wife. Unlike the dark photos of that guy last night, these were brightly lit, allowing me to
clearly see her.

The photos were very unappealing, mainly depicting oral sex, breast sex, and leg sex. My wife's
stockings were gradually torn apart. When I flipped to the last photo, I instantly felt a surge of heat. My wife was lying on the sofa
, her snow-white, pert buttocks taking up most of the frame. A purplish-black penis with bulging
veins was being pulled out of her pink anus, gushing out streams of white semen.

Damn, that scumbag actually penetrated my wife! After saving a few particularly
visually deleted them all and logged into the cloud to delete
the backup.

The guy's phone from last night only had a few dark photos, not very valuable, but I still
deleted all the photos from both my local device and the cloud.

After doing all that, I put the phone back in both of their pockets and silently said, "Good
night!"

The two men lived in my wife's company dormitory, so I didn't bother to take them home separately. I even went so
far as to take them to the security office downstairs.

At 8 PM, we finally got home. Looking at my wife's exhausted appearance, I couldn't help but think about
what had happened in the past two days, feeling a mix of emotions.

I seriously reflected on it and decided that next time I had sex with my wife, I needed to be more careful and not do anything foolish in the heat of the moment
.

For the next week, my wife would complain to me every day after work that Fa Ge and that guy had become strange and
suspicious , always looking at her with terrified eyes.

I smiled dismissively, then laid my wife down on the bed and, amidst her feeble struggles,
thrust my load into her anus.

Because of the previous incident, I've recently become particularly interested in my wife's anus. Whenever I think of the scene of someone violently penetrating her anus
and ejaculating inside her rectum, my lust flares up.

Lately, I've clearly sensed that my wife is under a lot of stress, perhaps due to the strange behavior of her colleagues at work, my
unusual sexual preferences, and various other factors, plus what happened last week.

I long for the whole world to know how wonderful my wife is, but I don't want her to get hurt.
To help her process her emotions, I volunteered to go on a business trip to a project, giving her some
time alone to relax.

(To be continued...)

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