【The Long Road to Wife-Cheating】(1-4) Author: swordblood

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(I)
Speaking of the "cuckoldry" complex, it probably dates back to my high school days.
Back then, when I read erotic novels, I always felt particularly excited when I saw scenes of wives having affairs with other men;
they were much more interesting than regular novels.
As I was exposed to more and more adult content and gained more knowledge, I realized that this was what is called the cuckoldry
complex, but that was a long time later.
In college, I had my only girlfriend, Xiaoye, who was a classmate in our department.
From sophomore to junior year, we got along very well, until senior year when I felt she was a little unfaithful.
Mainly, she felt that I always acted like a child and wasn't very ambitious.
At that time, there was a department-organized party where she danced the cha-cha with a graduate student. They often
rehearsed together, and the long-term contact, coupled with the graduate student's mature and steady personality, must have made her fall for him.
Although there wasn't anything particularly outrageous, the fact that they were texting each other until one or two in the morning spoke volumes
.
Later, I went to see their performance. Watching the senior dance with his girlfriend, his hands caressing her body, and
thinking about how my girlfriend had been ignoring me while chatting with him late at night, a mix of jealousy and excitement welled up inside me.
Back in my dorm, I got the video of them dancing and masturbated while watching it—it was
much more exciting than watching porn.
Even years later, I would sometimes watch their dance videos and masturbate.
The senior graduated the following year, while my girlfriend and I both passed our postgraduate entrance exams and continued hanging out at school.
To be honest, calling him "senior" was a stretch; he wasn't in the same department as me, and we didn't know each other. I only
knew him because of my girlfriend, and after graduation, he went back to his hometown in a central city, so he disappeared
from our lives.
After starting postgraduate studies, my girlfriend became nicer to me again.
I think her previous complaints about him being "unambitious and immature"
were probably just excuses she used to comfort herself after her emotional infidelity.
With my senior leaving, all my problems suddenly seemed unimportant. My girlfriend's first minor psychological
reaction... and that was the end of the affair.
For the next three years, we lived a decadent and boring graduate school life.
Although my horizons broadened and I fully understood my cuckoldry fetish, there was no
opportunity to put it into practice. I could only continue watching videos of my wife and senior dancing, using my imagination to satisfy my cuckoldry complex.
At the same time, the sex life between my wife and me was also changing.
The unchanging sex was increasingly uninteresting to me, and coupled with frequent masturbation, even though I was only twenty-
four or twenty-five, I clearly felt that I wasn't as firm as I had been a few years ago.
So I liked to add various variations, such as exhibitionism, anal sex, bondage, etc.
I have a particular fondness for my wife's anus. I often have her bend over in front of me, her big ass sticking out. I'll slap her buttocks
while penetrating her vagina from behind, then insert my fingers into her anus,
pressing against my penis through the hymen. After a while, I'll pull my penis out, insert it back into her anus, and then grip her hips tightly with both hands, thrusting hard
until I ejaculate inside her.
Not long after graduating with my master's degree, we naturally got married.
Since we'd known each other for over seven years, the novelty had worn off, and even as newlyweds, we felt a lack of
passion.
At the same time, my cuckoldry tendencies grew stronger.
One time during sex, after some foreplay, my wife was clearly aroused, so I had her assume
my favorite position, kneeling on the sofa with her ass sticking out high.
I stood behind her, my hands on her shapely buttocks, my penis slightly limp. A little anxious,
I wanted to think of something exciting, so I said to my wife, "Right now, it's not me doing you, imagine someone else is doing
you. Tell me, who do you want to do you?"
Although my wife didn't quite understand cuckoldry, I had said similar
things before during sex, so she didn't pay much attention and just replied, "No, I want my husband to do it."
"No, I like watching you being done by others. Do you want to satisfy me?"
I asked her sternly.
"Okay… I'll let someone else do it…"
my wife said coquettishly, wiggling her hips.
"Then who do you want to do it?"
I got a little excited.
"Anything… I'll do it with whoever my husband tells me to…"
my wife continued to play along, cooing.
Who should I let do it? A thought flashed through my mind, and I thought of my junior colleague, Song Jun.
Song Jun was a junior colleague in my lab, very outgoing and efficient, and we
were both very familiar with each other.
My wife always admired him, so I said, "How about letting Song Jun fuck you?"
As I said this, I thrust my now-hard penis into my wife's cunt.
"Ah...okay, let Song Jun fuck me,"
my wife cried out comfortably.
"Call Song Jun your husband, let him fuck you, say it now!"
I shouted excitedly as I thrust forcefully.
My wife swayed her head comfortably, murmuring, "Song Jun, Song Jun...husband, fuck me..."
"Tell me, who is your husband?"
"Song Jun, Song Jun is my husband."
"Who do you love? Who will you have children with?"
"Song Jun, Song Jun is my husband, I love Song Jun, I will have children with Song Jun...ah."
I was getting incredibly aroused, and my wife excitedly contracted her vagina.
I slapped her buttocks and said, "Keep calling Song Jun 'husband,' tell him to fuck you, hurry up!"
"Song Jun is my husband, Song Jun, come and fuck me, fuck me to death, Song Jun... ah..."
My wife kept moaning, and I finally couldn't hold back anymore and ejaculated inside her.
My wife's hands could no longer support her and she collapsed onto the sofa.
This time we both reached orgasm.
(II) After that, every time we had sex, I would play the role of the junior brother, letting my wife experience the pleasure of being fucked by the junior brother
.
Gradually, in our casual conversations, we would start joking about my junior colleague. For example, I would say, "When are we
going back to school to see your husband again?"
At first, my wife would shyly say, "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't say such things next time we're doing it." But
after it happened so often, she would play along, saying things like, "Okay, I'll go see my husband, but what will you be doing there?"
or "Song Jun is my husband, so who are you?"
Things like that, and I would get incredibly excited every time I heard them.
That Mid-Autumn Festival, my junior colleague said he wanted to come visit us.
At the time, he had just graduated and hadn't been working for long. He was doing quite well at an engineering supervision company, and the construction company
seemed to have provided him with a car for work, which he would drive around in.
This time, he was going to pass through our city during the holiday and invited us to go on a road trip together. My wife and I
warmly welcomed him.
Naturally, I started fantasizing about what would happen between my junior colleague and my wife after he arrived. That night, while making love with my wife, I teased
her, saying, "Your husband is coming in a few days, aren't you excited?"
My wife responded enthusiastically, "I want my junior colleague to fuck me!"
After we finished having sex, I seriously told my wife about
how I had tried to seduce my junior colleague after he arrived. My wife blushed and said, "Oh my god, you're serious? It definitely won't work."
Although she said that, she had been calling my junior colleague "husband" during sex for almost half a year, and subconsciously she might have accepted
the special relationship with him. I could tell that my wife was actually looking forward to it, but she was just afraid to take that
step.
So I gently persuaded her, telling her that she didn't need to seduce him directly, just dress up beautifully and sexy, and
show her charming side. As for whether anything would happen, I wouldn't force her.
"I don't have any nice clothes or shoes, so come shopping with me!"
My wife never dresses up normally; her clothes are basically the same as they are at school. Her style is far from sexy.
But since she's going shopping to seduce my junior, I'm naturally happy to go. So the next day we went on a shopping spree. 　　I bought two sets of the
sexy short skirts, sheer black stockings, and stilettos that my wife used to refuse to wear . 　　Back home, I had my wife wear the new short skirts, stockings, and stilettos. She stood in front of the bay window, hands on the windowsill 　　, her butt sticking out, and I fucked her hard from behind, asking, "Who are you dressed so provocatively for?" 　　My wife wiggled her butt and said seductively, "For Song Jun. Song Jun is my husband, so I fuck him..." 　　It was another exhilarating experience. 　　Afterwards, I started rehearsing the scene, thinking I needed to dress my wife up a bit more. So I trimmed her 　　nails and painted her toenails bright red, making her fair little feet look incredibly sexy. 　　I made my wife take off all her clothes, leaving her standing in front of me in high heels. Her curvaceous figure and long 　　, beautiful legs made me feel a little ashamed of myself. I couldn't help but squat down and kiss her legs and feet. 　　My wife was both ticklish and embarrassed by my kisses, giggling and saying, "Honey, what are you doing? It tickles." 　　"I'm not your husband, your husband is Song Jun. You're so sexy, you'll definitely seduce him," 　　I said breathlessly. Looking up, I noticed a dark layer of hair on my wife's pubic area that bothered me. 　　I personally prefer a shaved pubic area; I think a woman's pubic area is more attractive when it's smooth and white. I had tried to persuade 　　my wife to shave her pubic hair a few times before, but she said it would grow back in a few days and would be uncomfortable, 　　so she was reluctant to shave. 　　At this moment, I touched my wife's pubic hair and said, "Hurry up and shave it all off. Song Jun likes pubic hair too." 　　"How did you know?" 　　My wife rolled her eyes at me. 　　"We watched porn together in the lab and talked about it," 　　I said with a forced smile. 　　"So perverted..." 　　my wife teased, her face slightly flushed, probably thinking about how her pubic hair had been removed and she 　　was completely exposed to Song Jun. 　　Seeing that my wife was also a little tempted, I seized the opportunity and dragged her to the bathroom to shave her pubic hair clean. 　　After that, I put my wife naked on the bed and applied body oil to her legs and buttocks until she 　　was dazzling under the light. Only then did I stop, satisfied. 　　"So perfect, I don't believe Song Jun can resist such sexiness," 　　I said, nodding. 　　"You're such a pervert. You always make excuses when I ask you to apply oil or trim my nails, but today 　　you went to such lengths to let someone else have sex with your wife..." 　　my wife teased me again. 　　"You're my face, so I need to show you my best side. Come on, look at yourself." 　　I had my wife turn to the side so she could see her beautiful body in the mirror. Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm and proud. 　　Her wide buttocks were raised high, highlighting her slender and sexy waist. 　　My wife put her hands on her waist and stroked them for a while. Then she turned over and lay face down on the bed, looking at herself in the mirror. She slowly 　　raised her buttocks, her eyes becoming a little hazy. 　　I touched my wife's raised buttocks and said with a smile, "Little slut, do you want Song Jun to fuck you?" 　　"Yes, Song Jun, good husband, come and fuck me!" 　　My wife was aroused, and I didn't hesitate. I turned over onto the bed and directly inserted my penis into my wife's already wet vagina from behind, 　　thrusting hard. 　　My wife moaned and cried, "Song Jun, fuck me, fuck me..." 　　In our excitement, we soon reached our climax together. 　　(III) 　　In the blink of an eye, it was the day before the holiday. We hadn't finished work yet, but my junior colleague had already finished work early and was heading from City C, where he worked, 　　to City B, where we lived. To make my wife look her best today, I had her go home early to touch up her makeup and change into the 　　sexy short skirt and high heels I'd bought her the other day—outfits she was still too embarrassed to wear to work. 　　By the time she was ready, I had just gotten home, and seeing that it was almost time, I took her to the restaurant we'd arranged to meet 　　. Not long after, my junior colleague arrived. He was clearly surprised to see my wife looking so sexy and mature, but he quickly 　　masked his surprise. I was secretly pleased, thinking that I'd only ever seen my wife looking like a student before; my personal image- 　　building efforts these past few days had really worked!

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, we started eating. Everyone quickly returned to the familiar atmosphere of school, chatting and laughing about
their current situations, having a great time. My junior colleague was quite well-behaved during the meal, except for
a moment when he stared at his wife's back as she walked away in high heels, her long legs swaying, her hips swaying, as she got up to pay the bill.
After dinner, we took my junior colleague to my company's hotel and booked a double room; we could get an insider rate
. We continued chatting in the room, then played some cards, the atmosphere very harmonious.
Seeing that it was past 7:30, I decided to put my plan into action. It was simple: I would excuse myself
and leave my wife behind. I had discussed this plan with her beforehand, wanting to create an opportunity for them to be alone,
but she hesitated because we couldn't let my junior colleague realize that I was deliberately putting them together. Therefore, my departure
couldn't be too obvious.
Seeing that it was almost time, I excused myself to go to the restroom, rang
my phone, and pretended to answer: "Mr. Yu, hello... Ah? A report? Due tomorrow? Still a bit short..."
I made up a bunch of things, then said to my junior colleague and wife, "What bad luck, the boss said a report is due
early, due tomorrow morning. I have to go work overtime now, it'll probably take three or four hours to finish."
"Huh?" My wife clearly didn't understand, and stood up to come with me.
"I'm going to the company, it's right next door. Wait for me here, I'll try to be quick, about three hours
. I'll call you in advance when it's almost done." After saying that, I winked at my wife to make her understand
. Seeing my wife's nervous and annoyed look, I turned to my junior colleague and said, "Ugh, you guys chat for a bit
, I'll come pick up Xiao Ye when I'm done." Then I hurriedly left.
Reaching the corner of the corridor, I calmed my nerves a little, still feeling uneasy. I wondered
how things would develop. Thinking that wandering around the corridor would only make me look like a pervert, I decided to go to the company.
The office was empty except for me. I turned on my computer and watched a video of a traditional Chinese courtyard house for a while
, constantly thinking about their progress. Time seemed to drag on. I kept checking the webpage and getting up to walk around.
About half an hour had passed, and I couldn't help but call my wife. I heard her
slightly nervous voice and the sound of the TV on the other end. I asked impatiently, "How's it going? Any action?"
"No," my wife said irritably, "We can't play cards without you here." It seemed this hour
had been wasted.
"What are you playing cards for? Hurry up and think of a way to seduce him!" I said anxiously. "Just put your chest and legs in front
of him, I believe in your charm."
My wife hummed softly and said, "Then hurry up and finish. I'll hang up now." Then I heard
my wife say to my junior colleague on the phone, "He said it'll take a long time, it's so slow." Then came the busy tone.
Would my wife be able to seduce him? I got up and paced back and forth, feeling restless.
After about an hour, I couldn't help but call again. My wife's voice sounded a little lazy on the phone: "Hello,
are you done yet?"
"How is it? Did you get it done?" I asked eagerly.
"You want another two hours? Okay, then call me when you're done." My wife didn't answer my
question, she was quite serious about it. Since my wife took the initiative to say it would take two hours on the phone, there must be a chance. Thinking of this, I couldn't
sit still anymore, so I hurried to the hotel. When I got to the room door, I pressed my head against the door to listen, but I could only hear a faint sound of the TV,
nothing else. I tried listening to the meeting again, but couldn't hear anything. Realizing that staying there wasn't a solution,
I went back to the office.
I endured almost two more hours there before calling my wife. Her voice sounded weak
. "Are you alright? Come over then." I rushed to the hotel. My wife opened the door; she was wearing hotel
slippers, her clothes were a little wrinkled, but it wasn't clear if she'd been doing anything strenuous. There were no signs of activity in the room either.
My junior colleague was wearing a t-shirt, so there were no visible signs, but he seemed a little embarrassed. I greeted him
, explaining that it was late and we'd explore the city tomorrow morning and then drive to nearby W city in the afternoon.
After that, my wife and I got up and went home.
(IV)
As soon as we left the hotel, I eagerly asked my wife what had happened in the room during those three hours. She rolled her eyes at me and
feigned anger, saying, "You pervert!" I quickly tried to appease her, "Honey, tell me, what did you do in the room? Did you
do anything?"
My wife nodded shyly and said, "At first, I just had him massage me for a while, and then we did it."
"Tell me quickly, how did you do it?" My penis was completely hard with excitement, and I asked anxiously while driving.
"When you first left, he was acting normal, just watching TV and chatting. I got a little nervous because of you, and I couldn't even speak properly
. Then you called to urge me, so I did what you said. I took off my shoes and lay on the bed, saying that my
legs were sore from wearing high heels, and I swung my legs around in front of him. I also said that my back was sore, and I
moved my upper body up and down in front of him so he could see my low-cut top."
"What was his reaction?" I continued to ask excitedly, and my wife recounted the scene to me in detail.
The junior colleague was staring at his wife's legs for a while, then, realizing he'd been a bit inappropriate, asked,
"Why are you wearing such high heels? I've never seen you wear them at school."
"It wasn't good for students to wear such high heels. Do I look good in them?"
"You look good," the junior colleague genuinely complimented. "They do look good, but my legs are sore," his wife sighed
. "Then let your senior colleague massage them for you," she said.
"He's not here right now, how can he massage them? Why don't you massage them for me?" his wife said jokingly
. "Sure," the junior colleague immediately replied. "Where should I massage first?"
his wife said, worried about the smell if she massaged her feet, and that massaging her thighs would be too much, so she decided to start with
her calves. The junior colleague was probably quite nervous, but since his wife had spoken, he tentatively placed his hands
on her calves and began to massage them. His wife directed him to massage her legs, first up to below her knees
, then down to her ankles. After a while, feeling uncomfortable sitting on the bed, she lay down instead, and her junior colleague sat beside her legs
and continued massaging. After massaging both calves for a while, he asked his wife, "Want me to massage your feet too?"
"Don't you find it smelly?" my wife asked playfully.
"Smells bad?" My junior colleague pretended to sniff my wife's feet, then grinned and said, "No, it smells pretty
good. Let me rub it." He started rubbing my wife's feet. My wife felt really comfortable after he rubbed them for a while,
and couldn't help but put her feet into his lap. He readily accepted, kneading her feet and touching her legs.
To be fair, my junior colleague wasn't exactly a flirt, and he didn't make any further moves after rubbing her feet for a while, but by this time
my wife was already aroused. After all, she had been calling my junior colleague's name during sex for almost half a year, and now, with his rubbing her feet, she
felt wet down there.
Just then, my phone rang again. My wife gritted her teeth and decided to seduce him one more time, so she told me on the phone that there were still two hours left. My junior colleague was also very happy to hear that there were still two hours left, after all, he 　　also wanted to prolong
this sensual moment a little longer.
After hanging up the phone, his wife said to him, "Give me a massage on my thighs too, they're sore."
At this point, even a fool would know she was seducing him, right? A woman pursuing a man is easy, and even though she was his senior's wife, the junior
couldn't resist. He immediately reached up and caressed his wife's thighs, from above the knees down to the hem of her short
skirt. Seeing that she didn't react, he simply reached up inside the skirt, all the way to the top of her thighs. His wife finally
moaned comfortably, murmuring, "Jun, that feels so good, right there, mmm..."
The junior was probably struggling with his thoughts at this point. After all, they were acquaintances; how could he face his senior after cheating on him?
But faced with such beauty, he couldn't resist. So, while touching his wife's thigh, he tentatively asked, "
Will A-Ming be back?"
"No, he said he'd be gone for two hours. Just keep massaging me." His wife said, turning over and
lying face down on the bed. "Give me a massage on my upper body too. Oh, help me take off my clothes first, or they'll all be wrinkled."
Saying this, she got up and let his junior brother undress her. The junior brother took off his wife's top, now fully understanding what she
wanted. He stopped pretending and directly unhooked her bra, then laid her flat on the bed and
took off her skirt and panties.
"Xiao Ye, you have a really good figure." The junior brother touched his wife's bare back, stroking from her shoulders down to her buttocks.
His wife, now naked in front of his junior brother, blushed and dared not look at him, only echoing his words, but unable to hide
the fact that her vagina was already overflowing with moisture. The junior apprentice's hand touched his wife's vulva, which was wet and sticky. He could
n't resist bringing his face close to her vulva to smell it, then licked it a few times. After just a few moments, his wife couldn't take it anymore,
whimpering, "Come on, come on."
The junior apprentice, unable to resist the stimulation, hurriedly pulled down his pants, revealing his already erect penis, ready to insert it.
"A condom," his wife whispered, gesturing towards her bag on the bedside table.
"You even brought a condom?" the junior apprentice exclaimed in disbelief. "The one you and your senior apprentice use? Or did you come here specifically to
seduce me?"
"Ugh, I came here to seduce you, how about it?"
The junior apprentice quickly took a condom from his bag, put it on his penis, knelt behind his wife,
lifted her buttocks slightly, and thrust in.
"How was it? Was it good? Was it big?" Hearing his wife's description, I felt my penis getting painfully excited
, panting as I asked repeatedly.
"I'll tell you when we get home, now focus on driving!" his wife said with a smile.
(To be continued)

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