Creating cuckolds for sexual bliss

I'm so fortunate to have a wonderful wife, Wang Minghui. She's not conventionally beautiful, but she has a great presence, is intelligent and quick-witted, and is wonderful to both the elderly and the children. We've been married for nearly ten years. As our love evolved into familial affection, the romance and impulsiveness diminished, and our days passed quietly and peacefully.

Our lives changed after Minghui resigned from her job in 2012 to work for a foreign company. Initially, she had many more social engagements, doing less housework. I practically became a part-time caregiver. Later, she would be away for months at a time, leaving my daughter and me behind, making our home feel like a home. Although I was resentful, I knew she was doing it for the family, and our relationship had always been harmonious; we rarely argued after marriage.

Through constant communication, understanding gradually calmed me down.

In 2014, I also quit my job and, with the support of old clients, started my own business. Looking back, I regret not doing it sooner. Gradually, we became wealthier. We bought a car, moved to a new house, hired a caregiver, and my life became much easier. It felt like our wonderful life was just beginning.

People say, "Poverty breeds complacency, and complacency breeds lust." My experience suggests this applies not only to men but also to women. With changing circumstances, we've left behind the mundane realities of pots and pans, oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar. Our energy seems more abundant than before, and romance has unconsciously returned to our lives. This romance isn't just about moonlit walks or roses and wine; more importantly, it's about a shift in sexual attitudes. This change allowed her, after more than a decade of marriage, to truly experience womanhood for the first time, experiencing the blissful feeling of orgasm.

Many might not believe it, but it was then that we learned what porn was, and that sex could be like that. Think of that closed-off era—how much joy was robbed from us! I absolutely agree that teenagers shouldn't watch porn, but for adults, this kind of closed-off approach is something I will never understand.

I remember it was her "wedding night" after she returned from a trip abroad. After the nanny and the child went to sleep, I couldn't wait to throw Minghui onto the bed, ready for our "battle." After foreplay, she mysteriously took a CD case out of her bag, blushing as she opened it, and said to me, "I'm showing you something, don't get angry!" I laughed and said, "Have we ever been angry?" Actually, at that moment, I thought it might be the porn we'd talked about so many times.

Sure enough, it was a beautifully packaged, genuine French porn film. I opened my laptop, took off my clothes, and lay on the bed, beginning our first lesson in sex techniques. That night, Minghui had her first orgasm, and it was by imitating the actions of the women in the film—the feeling I found while penetrating her and she masturbated.

From then on, through learning, we found a sex style that suited us, and Minghui orgasmed almost every time we made love. Our marital relationship was also elevated through the wonderful intimacy. I loved listening to Minghui's stories about her experiences abroad. Every time she came back, she would tell me many tales, including nudist beaches, red-light districts, nudist camps, unusual family gatherings, and so on. I listened with fascination, and gradually began to envy the open lifestyle of the West, their completely self-centered views on life. Our shared understanding of enjoying sex also spontaneously reached a consensus.

Driven by this belief, I began to have a fantasy, which gradually evolved into a desire: to make my wife Minghui even happier sexually! Because I believe that pleasurable sex is an important factor in maintaining marital harmony. I love my family, I cherish my wife, and that's why I have this desire to make her happier sexually.

Before this, every time Minghui went on a trip, I would have many nightmares. Although I'm not a seasoned traveler, I know clearly how irresistible the temptations of the outside world are. That worry wasn't just a fleeting thought, but a real pain. Back then, whenever she returned, I would unconsciously scrutinize her every move amidst my excitement, desperately trying to find any unusual changes in her phone, her bag, her eyes, her tone of voice, and even her actions during sex, but I never found anything.

As our views on sex changed, our casual conversations in bed drifted further and further away, often starting with Minghui's stories and making light of the protagonists switching places. Minghui used to always ask me, "When she's away for a long time, do you miss me? What do you do if you do? How do you take care of yourself? How many times a week?" I always answered truthfully how many times I masturbated. Back then, when I asked her if she missed me, Minghui would always reply dismissively, "Do you think women are like you?" (Now that I think about it, she wasn't actually not missing me, she was just pretending, haha!)

Later, Minghui stopped avoiding the question and told me directly that she had also learned to masturbate. When Minghui shyly said she had learned to masturbate, I was first surprised, and then I burst out laughing. Minghui asked me, "What are you laughing at? Isn't that normal?"

I said seriously, "It's perfectly normal. That's what a woman should do, knowing how not to compromise herself."

I playfully asked Minghui, "You used to say you wouldn't have those thoughts without external stimuli, or even if you did, you'd actively do something else to make them fade away. Why are you different now?" Minghui just chuckled.

I hated that Minghui always slept in her underwear. How wonderful it would be to wake up in the middle of the night and touch her smooth body! Because of this, even when I didn't want to have sex, I would often mischievously undress Minghui and persuade her to sleep naked like me. After a while, I naturally didn't have to do it anymore. Our two warm bodies leaned on each other, living happily.

Actually, life needs constant change to find novelty and romance. Any lifestyle can become mundane after a while. So I started constantly trying new things, trying to add some fun to our married life. I took advantage of a business trip to buy a vibrator, and when I got home, I tried using it on Minghui before sex. Perhaps everyone is different. I saw many people online saying how fun these things are, but Minghui didn't like them at all. She angrily told me to take them away, which was quite embarrassing. She only used them once before throwing them in the trash.

I wasn't satisfied, so I bought an electric dildo. Minghui didn't object, but she said it didn't give her any pleasure, wasn't as fun as real ones, and was hard and inconvenient. After using it three or four times, it ended up like a vibrator. Moreover, Minghui told me, "Don't use those things anymore, I don't like them!" Although Minghui didn't like them, she still understood my feelings and knew that I wanted to make our sex life more interesting and colorful.

"Fake ones aren't fun, how about I find you a real one?" I often teased Minghui like this, and she would always say with a playful provocation, "Go find me and I'll play!"

By chance, I stumbled upon a couples' dating website, where I gained a lot of inspiration, read many articles and looked at many pictures, and often asked Minghui to look at the good articles and pictures with me. One day, in particular, I saw a post seeking a sexual partner for a wife. It stated the requirement was a penis over 18 centimeters. Minghui exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! Are there men that long in the city?" I laughed and said, "Of course!"

Minghui said, "I read in a book that the average length in the city is 14 centimeters. There are men that long! They're as long as foreigners!"

I asked, "Have you seen foreigners?"

Minghui said, "There are videos!"

I said, "You haven't seen real foreigners? You're always traveling abroad, and you haven't even managed this!" Minghui pinched me hard.

Minghui didn't like going online much; she only came when I suggested something good. I downloaded a lot of porn and other sex-related videos online, often using them to arouse Minghui's sexual desire, and it actually worked quite well. Minghui was a woman very sensitive to verbal stimulation, so I often talked about stimulating topics or stories during sex. This helped her get into character faster, and her orgasms were particularly intense.

Therefore, I practically treated storytelling as a preparatory course before sex. Stories included lonely widows seducing young men, wives having affairs, and the process of sexual health treatments for women abroad… basically anything about women's transgressions. When

we reached climax, I would say to Minghui, "Minghui, look at other women, how many men they've been with in their lives! Big ones, small ones, all kinds, how happy they are! You should find one too, I won't object, as long as you're happy."

Minghui would respond incoherently with moans: "Find it... hurry up... help me find it... I want it..."

We had a habit of making love in the morning, mainly because Minghui liked it. I would make up dreams to tell Minghui, about how I dreamt she was making love with other men, how it was done, the scene of her being pinned down, I described every detail until she felt hot all over. But there was one thing, whenever I told her these things when I was awake, I would always get a gentle scolding! Hahaha... why? Women, please tell me, what are you thinking?

It's so hard to find a way to make her understand my thoughts, to get Minghui to change her lifestyle, but no matter how hard it is, I will persevere and fully demonstrate the stubborn and shameless revolutionary spirit of men when it comes to sex! When the child started boarding school, we dismissed the nanny, and it was just the two of us at home most of the time, so we could finally relax and have fun!

During that time, the mischievous personality of my childhood, which had deteriorated during my growth, re-emerged in my second spring. Bored, we played cards. The loser had to take off their clothes, and if they were naked, they had to eat a banana for three minutes at a time, until one of us asked for sex. Occasionally, when Minghui was cooking, I would sneak up behind her and pull down her pajama bottoms and run away. She would laugh, chase after me, and call me a pervert. After a few times, Minghui simply stopped calling me a pervert and just stood naked in the kitchen cooking, saying, "Anyway, no one sees, so what if I take my clothes off!" There were many other little anecdotes, but I can't remember them all right now. Anyway, we were having a lot

of fun. A year passed in the blink of an eye. During this year, Minghui learned to use the internet, and it became another source of emotional support for her in her spare time. I didn't object to this at all and always encouraged her to do what she wanted to do. Her happiness was my happiness.

What excited me the most was something that happened this spring. Minghui's friends from abroad came to Malaysia for vacation (a group of three, two men and one woman). One of the men came specifically to see her, and she had dinner with him. She returned home around 10 p.m. I was playing on the computer when she greeted me and went to take a shower. I smiled and asked, "Did you have fun?" She just smiled.

After Minghui finished showering, I went to bed with her. She lay beside me silently, looking at me. I smiled and asked Minghui, "What's wrong? Are you excited to see an old friend?"

Minghui gently hit me and said, "He hugged and kissed me, that's all."

I asked, "How did it feel?"

Minghui didn't answer directly, and continued, "He asked me to go to the hot springs with him tomorrow night."

I said, "This guy even knows there are hot springs here?"

Minghui said, "No, we were chatting, and I told him about it."

I said a little excitedly, "If you like it, you can go! But..."

"But what?" Minghui asked.

"Hehe... Be careful!" I gently flicked the tip of Minghui's nose and said softly.

Because I often encourage Minghui to enjoy life and not waste her life, she clearly knows that I don't mind Minghui having sex with someone she likes.

The next day, Minghui got up early, dressed beautifully, and looked at me playfully before leaving, as if waiting for my final words. I hugged Minghui and said, "Be careful, I'll wait for you to come back!"

"What? Like going to war!" Minghui giggled as she walked out the door...

Around nine o'clock, she texted me, "Arrived, settled in, everything's fine."

I replied, "Does he live next door?"

Minghui replied, "Not far, very close, separated by a bedside table, haha!" We both sent smiley faces.

The next night, around ten o'clock, Minghui returned. Before she could change her clothes, I hugged her tightly and kissed her for a long time.

Minghui asked me softly, "You didn't sleep well last night, did you?"

"Yeah, I thought about a lot of things."

"What were you thinking about?"

"Safety! I don't know if you understand what I mean by 'safety'."

"Hehe, I understand! You're the only one who worries."

Minghui changed her clothes and started packing her bag. I watched her from the side, and she said shyly, "Don't watch me, go do your thing!"

I said, "No, I want to watch you. Seeing you happy makes me happier than you."

Minghui smiled mischievously and started rummaging through her bag: an umbrella, cosmetics, toothbrushes, a pair of pink underwear that had been crumpled up after being changed… Finally, she laughed and tossed something to me. I caught it and saw… hehe, it was condoms, five small, elegantly packaged boxes, with two left inside. "This is what you mean by safety, right?" Minghui said, blushing.

I couldn't wait any longer and suddenly pushed Minghui down onto the bed. She closed her eyes, moaning in blissful memories… To avoid embarrassment, I didn't ask her too many details that night.

More than a month has passed. That day, I was off work at home. When I woke up in the morning, Minghui had already gone to work. I ate something haphazardly and plopped down in front of the computer, starting to wander aimlessly. I suddenly remembered that Minghui had mentioned the computer was a bit slow and asked me to fix it when I had time. Since I was idle anyway, I decided to do something productive!

Inadvertently, I opened Minghui's picture folder, and six nude thumbprint photos immediately appeared before my eyes. I quickly clicked on them, first with confusion, then with surprise. Although the photos didn't show faces, I recognized her body shape at a glance—it was my beloved wife, Minghui.

One photo showed Minghui after her bath, her hands drying her hair with a towel, the white towel covering her face, her slightly sagging, full breasts exposed. The second photo showed Minghui lying face down on the bed, her hands under her forehead, a large, hairy hand resting on her buttocks. The third photo showed Minghui stroking the huge thing in her hand. The next photo was a close-up of Minghui's genitals with her legs spread apart, the wet pubic hair clearly showing the trickling water. Another photo showed Minghui raising her legs, a man kneeling between them, his thick glans inserted into her vagina. The last photo was also a close-up of Minghui's genitals, the red vulva and the white thighs clearly showing the flush from the intense penetration.

That moment truly excited me! Wasn't this a photo of Minghui having sex with her Spanish friend a month ago? Before this, I had tentatively asked Minghui about her experience during that intercourse, and she had only said shyly that it was a feeling of fullness and dizziness. After seeing the photos, I understood the dizziness and the swelling I felt—a sexual experience I could never give Minghui in my entire life.

I sat in front of the computer for a long time, wondering why Minghui didn't show them to me. Was it out of a woman's pride? Or did she want to quietly savor that beautiful moment of passion? I looked at those photos again and again, picturing that tender moment in my mind, sometimes mischievously murmuring to myself about the photos of her on the table: "Looking at your quiet demeanor, is this really you? I love you! My little slut..." Looking

and thinking, a deep love welled up within me. What a beautiful wife, what a happy wife... The cheerful ringtone of the Rising Antivirus's little lion interrupted my thoughts; it was already noon.

I picked up the phone and dialed Minghui's number, playfully asking, "What are you doing, honey?"

"Just got back from the cafeteria!"

"Any business dinners tonight?"

"I don't think so. What's up?"

"Come home for dinner! What do you want? I'll cook. Hehe!"

"Oh, I feel a little dizzy..."

"Then take some motion sickness pills! Hehe, I'll be waiting for you tonight!"

I hung up, got up, went downstairs, and headed straight to the market, returning laden with groceries.

Humming a little tune, I cooked and tidied the house at the same time. Before I knew it, it was time to get off work. I laid out four dishes and a soup on the table, opened a bottle of French red wine, and sat on the sofa, looking around as I waited for Minghui. I thought to myself, you don't know what housework is like until you do it. I've been busy all day, quite tired, and haven't seen any results. Being a woman is really not easy!

Minghui came back. She glanced around the room, then looked at me with a bewildered expression. I tried my best to put on an indifferent face and said to Minghui, "Are you silly? What are you looking at? There's no one else here."

Then Minghui laughed and said, "Something's not right! You're acting strange today!"

"What's wrong? It's not like I've never cooked before, or never done housework."

"You're definitely up to something!"

"Hehe... I'm off today, just doing you a favor! Don't make a fuss. Okay, go wash up and eat!"

After washing up, Minghui came in and changed into a pink nightgown. She sat down opposite me, her white arms resting lightly on the table, smiling and looking at me with a puzzled expression. I knew she was still desperately searching for answers. I casually opened a bottle of wine, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Minghui's silly, adorable look, which almost made me burst out laughing.

I poured the wine, raised my glass, and waved it in front of Minghui's eyes twice, saying, "What are you thinking about? Are you silly?"

Minghui pouted sweetly and said, "No, I won't eat unless you tell me why!"

"What? Really, nothing much, just resting at home and wanting to do some housework!"

"No, it's not that simple, is it? You're acting quite differently today."

"Hehe... Eat up, the food's getting cold. You women are so meticulous, you always complicate simple things and insist on getting to the bottom of things." As I spoke, I placed a piece of fish in Minghui's bowl.

"No, no. Tell me!"

I persisted for a while without saying anything, and Minghui didn't get any information before she started eating.

We drank and chatted about everything under the sun. Gradually, Minghui seemed to forget "why," talking about her clients, her colleagues' everyday lives, clothing in the mall, and beauty and cosmetics. This was the first time, truly the first time, I'd listened so patiently to her talk about women's issues that had nothing to do with me, without the slightest impatience. On the contrary, it made me realize how easily women are satisfied. A small gesture, a touch of care, filled Minghui with happiness, bringing a romantic and harmonious atmosphere to the whole family.

At that moment, I understood the importance of the art of living, and I gained a deeper understanding that mutual respect and love are the true essence of a lasting marital relationship.

"Ugh, I'm not eating anymore, I'm stuffed! Hehe, I'm going to gain weight again," Minghui said, putting down her chopsticks, leaning back, and patting her stomach.

After dinner, Minghui started clearing the table. I lit a cigarette and followed her around like a shadow. After clearing the table, Minghui said she'd eaten too much and wanted me to go for a walk with her. But little did Minghui know what I was thinking. I was still stuck in those images, itching for a thirty-round battle right then and there, but I thought I should hold back a bit. It was still early, otherwise Minghui would tease me again, so I agreed to go for a walk in the nearby park.

We chatted as we walked, and when we passed my colleague's apartment complex, I suddenly remembered that he had mentioned recently getting some good movies and said he'd bring them to me sometime. I thought tonight was the perfect time to watch movies and have sex. I could use the movies to provoke Minghui and get her to tell me everything that happened that

night. Haha… So I took out my phone and dialed my colleague's number. The call connected, and it was indeed my colleague. After a few pleasantries, I whispered, "Are those things you mentioned at home?" My colleague laughed and said, "Yes! Are you using them to pick up girls or…?"

"Don't talk nonsense, bring them down to me, your sister-in-law and I are downstairs," I urged.

"Damn! We're already downstairs, and you won't even let your wife come up for a bit. So lazy!"

"Hurry up!"

"Okay, okay!"

A little while later, my colleague came downstairs, greeted Minghui, then whispered in my ear, "Take it easy!" She shoved something into my hand and went upstairs laughing.

Minghui asked, "What is it? Why are you whispering?"

I laughed and said, "It's porn, I'll show it to you tonight, hehe!"

"Why do you men like watching this stuff? So immoral!" After saying that, Minghui lightly pinched me, then wrapped her arms around my arms and walked out of the complex. Honestly

, I wasn't really in the mood for a walk. We strolled around the park for less than half an hour before dragging Minghui home. All the way, I hummed my favorite English song, "When You Outold Me You Love Me," though I couldn't remember the lyrics and just pieced them together. She didn't say a word, her hands tightly gripping my arm, her head resting lightly on my shoulder, her eyes half-closed, letting me take her anywhere...

After returning home, we started showering together, laughing and joking. I picked up the showerhead first and adjusted the water temperature, while Minghui wrapped her hair in a towel beside me, admiring herself in the mirror. Minghui's figure was well-maintained; her full breasts were slightly sagging, but still very alluring; thick thatch covered the garden, and a gap hidden in the dense thicket was faintly visible... As I looked, I remembered that place had once been occupied by something large, and my little brother couldn't help but rise.

From the mirror, Minghui smiled and asked me, "Hey! What are you thinking about? You've been looking at it for so many years, and you still can't resist the temptation?"

"Hehe, it's just that your period just ended, and I haven't had a proper look for several days!"

"Oh, if you looked at it every day, you wouldn't react, right? Humph!" My wife pouted again.

"Anyway, you look really sexy today, even prettier than usual."

Minghui turned around and grabbed my penis, saying, "You little pervert, you're only doing chores and flattering me because you need something from me, aren't you?"

"Hahaha..." We both laughed at the same time.

I finished showering first and came out, putting my plan into action. First, I turned on the computer, burned Minghui's photos into a looping animation using software, and placed it next to the DVD player in the living room. Then I went into the bedroom, took out a blanket, folded it, and laid it on the floor. Because you can't put a movie in the bedroom, you can't watch it while doing it, and the sofa is a bit cramped, which isn't conducive to fully showcasing your skills... Hehe, I really racked my brains for this.

After everything was done, Minghui was almost done, so I went into the bathroom, dried her off, and then escorted her into the living room from behind.

"What are you doing?" Minghui asked me when she saw the blanket.

"It's cool here." I didn't answer much, and pulled Minghui down onto the sofa. I flipped her over like a deck of cards, and almost simultaneously, our lips were pressed together.

After some teasing, I got up, grabbed an adult film, and put it in the DVD player. I sat on the rug, leaning back against the sofa, and let Minghui lie half-reclined between my spread legs. I stroked her breasts while watching the film.

The film seemed to be shot in Thailand, with two Western men entering a room and having sex, guided by a girl… Minghui watched quietly, her small hands occasionally tracing random lines on my legs. I kissed her earlobes and neck, and rubbed her nipples.

After a while, her legs, which had been lying flat, began to move, sometimes bending, sometimes crossing…

“Wow! Those two men’s things are so big! Do you think that little girl can handle it?” I asked.

“Yeah, really thick! Actually, most women can handle it, but if it’s too thick, it might not be very comfortable…” Minghui replied, her voice slightly breathless.

“Is yours that big?” I asked Minghui with a smile.

"I don't know either, more or less!"

"Hey, you haven't told me about your process yet! Is this how you play too? Westerners must be pretty crazy when they play, right?" I whispered in Minghui's ear.

"I won't tell you, hehe..." As she spoke, Minghui turned around and took my penis into her mouth.

I moved Minghui away, laid her flat on the blanket, and reached my hand towards her vulva. It was already wet, and I could clearly feel a hard lump between her soft labia. Minghui began to breathe rapidly, slowly and rhythmically writhing...

I got up and pressed myself against her, but didn't rush to penetrate. I simply rubbed my erect penis against her vulva. My wife held me with both hands, her slightly flushed face buried in my arms, her head still turned to watch TV.

On the screen, a thick thing was thrusting in and out of a little girl's body, while another was being manipulated in her mouth. The girl's eyes were tightly closed, her brows furrowed, occasionally glancing up at the thing between her legs, then groaning and collapsing back down.

"That girl looks like she's in a lot of pain," I deliberately asked Minghui.

"She's in great pain, didn't you see how wet she is down there?" I said, groaning as I thrust upwards.

"Why does she look like she's crying when she's in such great pain?" Minghui couldn't help but laugh out loud.

I continued, "If you have the chance, go find two or three to play with."

"No way, one is enough to make me choke." Minghui closed her eyes, contracted her genitals, and hugged me tightly.

After watching for a while, Minghui was clearly getting aroused. I got up, changed to a burned disc, and gestured to insert it. Minghui willingly raised her legs, and my penis slid in as if it were her own home. Perhaps because she usually likes to exercise, Minghui's vagina was still as tight and elastic as when she was a girl.

"What did you change to this time?" Minghui asked. I just smiled and didn't answer.

"Compared to others, is my penis too small? Don't you think a big one feels better?" I asked softly as I thrust in and out.

Then the video started playing. Minghui paused for a moment, then closed her eyes and started hitting me with both hands, muttering softly, "Annoying! You're annoying! I don't want to watch, I don't want to watch!"

I smiled mischievously and said, "If you don't want to watch, why did you save it? Can't forget it? You little slut, you're so slutty! You're so cute!"

"Look, look! You've swallowed all of his stuff, look how full your little mouth is." I said gently.

Minghui turned her head to look at the screen and said to me, "He said he took a lot, but sending emails is too slow, so he only sent these few."

"I can tell you two were really into it. Your little pussy is all red from being fucked, it must have felt really good, right?"

"Yeah, it's so full, from the inside out, playing endlessly, I can't take it..." Minghui started to say incoherently.

"I didn't abuse you, did I? As long as my wife is happy, I'll fuck her however I want, as many times as I want, but I won't let you be bullied! Ah... ah..." I groaned.

"Mmm, no, he was very gentle, afraid I couldn't take it all at once, so he slowly rubbed against my pussy first... then little by little he went in until he was all the way in... pressing down on me... his mouth was also busy... I couldn't breathe... it felt so full inside..."

Minghui began to recall through moans: "He kept saying my pussy was small, afraid of hurting me, and while he was penetrating me, he kept asking me: 'Does it feel good? Do you want me to be gentler?' I said: 'Tonight I'm yours... play with me... do whatever you like...' He started to fuck me hard, I was numb, I didn't know anything, I didn't know how many orgasms I had, my mind was blank... ah... ah... ah..." Minghui's moans grew stronger and stronger, and we reached orgasm together.

Afterwards, I asked Minghui: "You used three condoms that night, he's really good!"

"Hehe, what? We only did it twice. The first time he ejaculated shortly after he put it in, and once he got hard, we started again. The other one was done again the next day before we parted." Minghui explained, blushing.

And so, Minghui transformed from a reserved woman into a modern woman who knew how to enjoy life in just a few years. I believe my approach won't be accepted by most people; those who can't understand can call me abnormal.

Fortunately, I have an excellent wife, Wang Minghui. She's not particularly beautiful, but she has a good temperament, is intelligent and quick-witted, and is wonderful to both the elderly and the children. We've been married for nearly ten years. As our love evolved into familial affection, much of the romance and impulsiveness faded, and our days passed quietly and peacefully.

Our lives changed after Minghui resigned from her job in 2012 to work for a foreign company. Initially, it was because she had many more social engagements and did less housework; I practically became a part-time caregiver. Later, it escalated to her leaving for entire months at a time, abandoning my daughter and me, and living a life that felt like a home. Although I was angry, she was ultimately doing it for the family, and our relationship had always been harmonious; we rarely argued after marriage.

Through constant communication, understanding gradually calmed my mind.

In 2014, I also quit my job and, with the support of my old clients, started my own business. Looking back now, I regret quitting so late. Gradually, life became more comfortable. I bought a car, moved to a new house, hired a nanny, and my life became much easier. At that time, it felt like the best of times was just beginning.

People say, "Poverty makes one think of food and clothing; food and clothing make one think of lust." I've come to realize that this applies not only to men but also to women. With the changing environment, we said goodbye to pots and pans, oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar. Our energy seemed to be more abundant than before, and romance unconsciously returned to our lives. This romance wasn't just about moonlit walks or roses and wine; more importantly, it was about the change in our sexual attitudes. This change allowed her to truly experience womanhood for the first time in over a decade of marriage, experiencing the wonderful feeling of orgasm.

Many people might not believe it, but that's when we learned what porn was, and that sex could be like that. Think about how much joy was robbed from us by that closed-off era! I absolutely agree that teenagers shouldn't watch porn, but I will never understand the kind of closed-off approach adults face.

I remember it was her "wedding night" after she returned from a trip abroad. After the nanny and the child went to sleep, I couldn't wait to throw Minghui onto the bed, ready for our "battle." After foreplay, she mysteriously took a CD case out of her bag, blushing as she opened it, and said to me, "I'm showing you something, don't get angry!" I laughed and said, "Have we ever been angry?" Actually, at that moment, I thought it might be the porn we'd talked about so many times.

Sure enough, it was a beautifully packaged, genuine French porn film. I opened my laptop, took off my clothes, and lay on the bed, beginning our first lesson in sex techniques. That night, Minghui had her first orgasm, and it was by imitating the actions of the women in the film—the feeling I found while penetrating her and she masturbated.

From then on, through learning, we found a sex style that suited us, and Minghui orgasmed almost every time we made love. Our marital relationship was also elevated through the wonderful intimacy. I loved listening to Minghui's stories about her experiences abroad. Every time she came back, she would tell me many tales, including nudist beaches, red-light districts, nudist camps, unusual family gatherings, and so on. I listened with fascination, and gradually began to envy the open lifestyle of the West, their completely self-centered views on life. Our shared understanding of enjoying sex also spontaneously reached a consensus.

Driven by this belief, I began to have a fantasy, which gradually evolved into a desire: to make my wife Minghui even happier sexually! Because I believe that pleasurable sex is an important factor in maintaining marital harmony. I love my family, I cherish my wife, and that's why I have this desire to make her happier sexually.

Before this, every time Minghui went on a trip, I would have many nightmares. Although I'm not a seasoned traveler, I know clearly how irresistible the temptations of the outside world are. That worry wasn't just a fleeting thought, but a real pain. Back then, whenever she returned, I would be excited but would unconsciously scrutinize her every move, desperately trying to find something unusual in her phone, her bag, her eyes, her tone of voice, and even the way she made love, but I never found anything.

As our views on sex changed, our casual conversations in bed started to drift further and further away, often revolving around Minghui's stories and playfully switching roles. Minghui used to ask me things like, "When she's away for a long time, do I miss you? What do I do if I do? How do you take care of yourself? How many times a week?" I always answered truthfully how many times I masturbated. Back then, when I asked her if she missed me, Minghui would always reply dismissively, "Do you think women are like you?" (Now that I think about it, she wasn't actually not missing me, she was just pretending, haha!)

Later, Minghui stopped avoiding the question and told me directly that she had also learned to masturbate. When Minghui shyly said she had learned to masturbate, I was first surprised, and then I burst out laughing. Minghui asked me, "What are you laughing at? Isn't that normal?"

I said seriously, "It's perfectly normal. That's what a woman should do, knowing how not to compromise herself."

I playfully asked Minghui, "You used to say you wouldn't have those thoughts without external stimuli, or even if you did, you'd actively do something else to make them fade away. Why are you different now?" Minghui just chuckled.

I hated that Minghui always slept in her underwear. How wonderful it would be to wake up in the middle of the night and touch her smooth body! Because of this, even when I didn't want to have sex, I would often mischievously undress Minghui and persuade her to sleep naked like me. After a while, I naturally didn't have to do it anymore. Our two warm bodies leaned on each other, living happily.

Actually, life needs constant change to find novelty and romance. Any lifestyle can become mundane after a while. So I started constantly trying new things, trying to add some fun to our married life. I took advantage of a business trip to buy a vibrator, and when I got home, I tried using it on Minghui before sex. Perhaps everyone is different. I saw many people online saying how fun these things are, but Minghui didn't like them at all. She angrily told me to take them away, which was quite embarrassing. She only used them once before throwing them in the trash.

I wasn't satisfied, so I bought an electric dildo. Minghui didn't object, but she said it didn't give her any pleasure, wasn't as fun as real ones, and was hard and inconvenient. After using it three or four times, it ended up like a vibrator. Moreover, Minghui told me, "Don't use those things anymore, I don't like them!" Although Minghui didn't like them, she still understood my feelings and knew that I wanted to make our sex life more interesting and colorful.

"Fake ones aren't fun, how about I find you a real one?" I often teased Minghui like this, and she would always say with a playful provocation, "Go find me and I'll play!"

By chance, I stumbled upon a couples' dating website, where I gained a lot of inspiration, read many articles and looked at many pictures, and often asked Minghui to look at the good articles and pictures with me. One day, in particular, I saw a post seeking a sexual partner for a wife. It stated the requirement was a penis over 18 centimeters. Minghui exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! Are there men that long in the city?" I laughed and said, "Of course!"

Minghui said, "I read in a book that the average length in the city is 14 centimeters. There are men that long! They're as long as foreigners!"

I asked, "Have you seen foreigners?"

Minghui said, "There are videos!"

I said, "You haven't seen real foreigners? You're always traveling abroad, and you haven't even managed this!" Minghui pinched me hard.

Minghui didn't like going online much; she only came when I suggested something good. I downloaded a lot of porn and other sex-related videos online, often using them to arouse Minghui's sexual desire, and it actually worked quite well. Minghui was a woman very sensitive to verbal stimulation, so I often talked about stimulating topics or stories during sex. This helped her get into character faster, and her orgasms were particularly intense.

Therefore, I practically treated storytelling as a preparatory course before sex. Stories included lonely widows seducing young men, wives having affairs, and the process of sexual health treatments for women abroad… basically, anything about women's transgressions. When

we reached climax, I would say to Minghui, "Minghui, look at other women, how many men they've tried in their lives! Big ones, small ones, all kinds, how happy they are! You should find one too, I won't object, as long as you're happy."

Minghui would respond incoherently with moans, "Find one… hurry up… help me find one… I want

one…" We had a habit of morning sex, mainly because Minghui liked it. I would make up dreams for Minghui, describing how she dreamt of having sex with other men, how it happened, the scenes of her being pinned down, every detail making her feel hot all over. But there was one thing: whenever I told her these things while she was awake, I would always get a gentle scolding! Hahaha… Why? Women, please tell me, what are you really thinking?

Finding a way to make her understand my thoughts and change Minghui's lifestyle was incredibly difficult, but no matter how hard it was, I would persevere and fully embody the tenacious and shameless revolutionary spirit of a man when it comes to sex! With the child starting boarding school, we dismissed the nanny, leaving just the two of us at home. Now we could finally let loose and have some fun!

During that time, my mischievous childhood traits, which had faded during my formative years, resurfaced in this second spring. When we were bored, we played cards. The loser had to take off their clothes, and if they were completely naked, they had to eat a banana for three minutes at a time, until one of us asked for sex. Occasionally, while Minghui was cooking, I would secretly pull down her pajama bottoms from behind and run away. She would laugh, chase after me, and call me a pervert. After a few times, Minghui simply stopped calling me that and just stood naked in the kitchen cooking, saying, "Anyway, no one sees, so what if I take my clothes off!" There are many other little anecdotes, but I can't remember them all right now. Anyway, it was a lot of fun and laughter.

A year has passed in the blink of an eye. During this year, Minghui learned to use the internet, and it became another source of emotional support for her in her spare time. I didn't object to this at all and always encouraged her to do what she wanted to do; her happiness was my happiness. What

excited me most was something that happened this spring. Minghui's friends from abroad came to Malaysia for a vacation (a group of three, two men and one woman). One of the men made a special trip to see her, and she had dinner with him. She returned around 10 p.m. I was playing on the computer at the time. She greeted me and went to take a shower. I smiled and asked, "Did you have fun?" She just smiled.

After Minghui finished showering, I went to bed with her. She lay beside me silently, watching me. I smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Are you excited to see an old friend?"

Minghui gently slapped me and said, "He hugged and kissed me, that's all."

I asked, "How did it feel?"

Minghui didn't answer directly, then said, "He asked me to go to the hot springs tomorrow night."

I said, "This guy even knows there are hot springs around here?"

Minghui said, "No, we were chatting, and I told him about it."

I said a little excitedly, "If you like it, you can go! But..."

"But what?" Minghui asked.

"Hehe... Be careful!" I gently flicked the tip of Minghui's nose and said softly.

Because I often encourage Minghui to enjoy life and not waste her life, she clearly knows that I don't mind Minghui having sex with someone she likes.

The next day, Minghui got up early, dressed beautifully, and looked at me playfully before leaving, as if waiting for my last words. I hugged Minghui and said, "Be careful, I'll wait for you to come back!"

"What? Like going to war!" Minghui giggled as she walked out of the house...

Around nine o'clock, she texted me, "Arrived, settled in, everything's fine."

I replied, "Does he live next door?"

Minghui replied, "Not far, very close, separated by a bedside table, haha!" We both sent smiley faces.

The next night, around ten o'clock, Minghui came back. Before she could even change her clothes, I hugged her tightly and kissed her for a long time.

Minghui asked me softly, "You didn't sleep well last night, did you?"

"Yeah, I thought about a lot of things."

"What were you thinking about?"

"Safety! I don't know if you understand what I mean by 'safety'."

"Hehe, I understand! You're the only one who worries."

Minghui changed her clothes and started packing her bag. I watched her from the side, and she said shyly, "Don't watch me, go do your thing!"

I said, "No, I want to watch you. Seeing you happy makes me happier than you."

Minghui smiled mischievously and started rummaging through her bag: an umbrella, cosmetics, toothbrushes, a pair of pink underwear that had been crumpled up after being changed… Finally, she laughed and tossed something to me. I caught it and saw… hehe, it was condoms, five small, elegantly packaged boxes, with two left inside. "This is what you mean by safety, right?" Minghui said, blushing.

I couldn't wait any longer and suddenly pushed Minghui down onto the bed. She closed her eyes, moaning in blissful memories… To avoid embarrassment, I didn't ask her too many details that night.

More than a month has passed. That day, I was off work at home. When I woke up in the morning, Minghui had already gone to work. I ate something haphazardly and plopped down in front of the computer, starting to wander aimlessly. I suddenly remembered that Minghui had mentioned the computer was a bit slow and asked me to fix it when I had time. Since I was idle anyway, I decided to do something productive!

Inadvertently, I opened Minghui's picture folder, and six nude thumbprint photos immediately appeared before my eyes. I quickly clicked on them, first with confusion, then with surprise. Although the photos didn't show faces, I recognized her body shape at a glance—it was my beloved wife, Minghui.

One photo showed Minghui after her bath, her hands drying her hair with a towel, the white towel covering her face, her slightly sagging, full breasts exposed. The second photo showed Minghui lying face down on the bed, her hands under her forehead, a large, hairy hand resting on her buttocks. The third photo showed Minghui stroking the huge thing in her hand. The next photo was a close-up of Minghui's genitals with her legs spread apart, the wet pubic hair clearly showing the trickling water. Another photo showed Minghui raising her legs, a man kneeling between them, his thick glans inserted into her vagina. The last photo was also a close-up of Minghui's genitals, the red vulva and the white thighs clearly showing the flush from the intense penetration.

That moment truly excited me! Wasn't this a photo of Minghui having sex with her Spanish friend a month ago? Before this, I had tentatively asked Minghui about her experience during that intercourse, and she had only said shyly that it was a feeling of fullness and dizziness. After seeing the photos, I understood the dizziness and the swelling I felt—a sexual experience I could never give Minghui in my entire life.

I sat in front of the computer for a long time, wondering why Minghui didn't show them to me. Was it out of a woman's pride? Or did she want to quietly savor that beautiful moment of passion? I looked at those photos again and again, picturing that tender moment in my mind, sometimes mischievously murmuring to myself about the photos of her on the table: "Looking at your quiet demeanor, is this really you? I love you! My little slut..." Looking

and thinking, a deep love welled up within me. What a beautiful wife, what a happy wife... The cheerful ringtone of the Rising Antivirus's little lion interrupted my thoughts; it was already noon.

I picked up the phone and dialed Minghui's number, playfully asking, "What are you doing, honey?"

"Just got back from the cafeteria!"

"Any business dinners tonight?"

"I don't think so. What's up?"

"Come home for dinner! What do you want? I'll cook. Hehe!"

"Oh, I feel a little dizzy..."

"Then take some motion sickness pills! Hehe, I'll be waiting for you tonight!"

I hung up, got up, went downstairs, and headed straight to the market, returning laden with groceries.

Humming a little tune, I cooked and tidied the house at the same time. Before I knew it, it was time to get off work. I laid out four dishes and a soup on the table, opened a bottle of French red wine, and sat on the sofa, looking around as I waited for Minghui. I thought to myself, you don't know what housework is like until you do it. I've been busy all day, quite tired, and haven't seen any results. Being a woman is really not easy!

Minghui came back. She glanced around the room, then looked at me with a bewildered expression. I tried my best to put on an indifferent face and said to Minghui, "Are you silly? What are you looking at? There's no one else here."

Then Minghui laughed and said, "Something's not right! You're acting strange today!"

"What's wrong? It's not like I've never cooked before, or never done housework."

"You're definitely up to something!"

"Hehe... I'm off today, just doing you a favor! Don't make a fuss. Okay, go wash up and eat!"

After washing up, Minghui came in and changed into a pink nightgown. She sat down opposite me, her white arms resting lightly on the table, smiling and looking at me with a puzzled expression. I knew she was still desperately searching for answers. I casually opened a bottle of wine, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Minghui's silly, adorable look, which almost made me burst out laughing.

I poured the wine, raised my glass, and waved it in front of Minghui's eyes twice, saying, "What are you thinking about? Are you silly?"

Minghui pouted sweetly and said, "No, I won't eat unless you tell me why!"

"What? Really, nothing much, just resting at home and wanting to do some housework!"

"No, it's not that simple, is it? You're acting quite differently today."

"Hehe... Eat up, the food's getting cold. You women are so meticulous, you always complicate simple things and insist on getting to the bottom of things." As I spoke, I placed a piece of fish in Minghui's bowl.

"No, no. Tell me!"

I persisted for a while without saying anything, and Minghui didn't get any information before she started eating.

We drank and chatted about everything under the sun. Gradually, Minghui seemed to forget "why," talking about her clients, her colleagues' everyday lives, clothing in the mall, and beauty and cosmetics. This was the first time, truly the first time, I'd listened so patiently to her talk about women's issues that had nothing to do with me, without the slightest impatience. On the contrary, it made me realize how easily women are satisfied. A small gesture, a touch of care, filled Minghui with happiness, bringing a romantic and harmonious atmosphere to the whole family.

At that moment, I understood the importance of the art of living, and I gained a deeper understanding that mutual respect and love are the true essence of a lasting marital relationship.

"Ugh, I'm not eating anymore, I'm stuffed! Hehe, I'm going to gain weight again," Minghui said, putting down her chopsticks, leaning back, and patting her stomach.

After dinner, Minghui started clearing the table. I lit a cigarette and followed her around like a shadow. After clearing the table, Minghui said she'd eaten too much and wanted me to go for a walk with her. But little did Minghui know what I was thinking. I was still stuck in those images, itching for a thirty-round battle right then and there, but I thought I should hold back a bit. It was still early, otherwise Minghui would tease me again. So I agreed to go for a walk in the nearby park.

We chatted as we walked, and when we passed my colleague's apartment complex, I suddenly remembered he'd mentioned recently getting some good movies and saying he'd bring them to me sometime. I thought tonight was the perfect time to watch movies and have sex! I could use the movies to provoke Minghui and get her to tell me everything that happened that night. Haha…

So I pulled out my phone and dialed my colleague's number. The call connected, and it was indeed him. After a few pleasantries, I whispered, "Are those things you mentioned at home?" My colleague laughed and said, "Yes! Are you using them to pick up girls or…?"

"Don't talk nonsense, bring them down to me. Your sister-in-law and I are downstairs," I urged.

"Damn! We're already downstairs, and you won't even let your sister-in-law come up for a bit? So lazy!" "

Hurry up!"

"Okay, okay!"

A little while later, my colleague came downstairs, greeted Minghui, and then whispered in my ear, "Take it easy!" She shoved something into my hand and went upstairs laughing.

Minghui asked, "What is it? Why are you whispering?"

I laughed and said, "It's porn, I'll show it to you tonight, hehe!"

"Why do you men like watching this stuff? It's so immoral!" Minghui pinched me lightly, then wrapped her arms around my arm and walked out of the complex.

Honestly, I wasn't really in the mood for a walk. We strolled around the park for less than half an hour before dragging Minghui home. We hummed my favorite English song, "When You Outold Me You Love Me," though I couldn't remember the lyrics and just pieced them together. She didn't say a word, her hands tightly gripping my arm, her head resting lightly on my shoulder, her eyes half-closed, letting me take her anywhere…

When we got home, we laughed and joked as we took a shower. I picked up the showerhead and adjusted the water temperature. Minghui, standing beside me, wrapped her hair in a towel and admired herself in the mirror. Minghui maintained her figure very well; her full breasts were slightly sagging, but still very alluring. Thick thatch covered the garden, and a gap hidden in the dense thicket was faintly visible… As I looked, I remembered that place had once been occupied by something large, and my little brother couldn't help but rise.

Minghui smiled and asked me from the mirror, "Hey! What are you thinking about? You've been looking at me for so many years, and you still can't resist temptation?"

"Hehe, it's just that your period just ended, and I haven't had a proper look for several days!"

"Oh, if I looked at you every day, I wouldn't get a reaction, right? Humph!" My wife pouted again.

"Anyway, you look very sexy today, prettier than usual."

Minghui turned around and reached out to grab my penis, saying, "You little pervert, you're doing housework and flattering me because you need something from me, aren't you?"

"Hahaha…" We both laughed at the same time.

I finished showering first and came out, putting into practice the plan I had thought of on the way. First, I turned on the computer and used software to burn Minghui's photos into a looping animation, placing it next to the DVD player in the living room. Then, I went into the bedroom, took out a blanket, folded it, and laid it on the floor. Since I couldn't play videos in the bedroom, and couldn't watch them while doing it, and the sofa was a bit cramped, it wasn't conducive to fully showcasing my skills… Hehe, I really racked my brains for this.

After everything was done, Minghui was almost done, so I went into the bathroom, dried her off, and then escorted her into the living room from behind.

"What are you doing?" Minghui asked me when she saw the blanket.

"It's cool here." I didn't answer much, just pulled Minghui down onto the sofa. I flipped her over quickly, like flipping a deck of cards, and almost simultaneously, our lips met.

After some teasing, I got up, took out an adult film, put it in the DVD player, and started playing it. I sat on the blanket, leaning against the sofa, letting Minghui half-lie between my spread legs, stroking her breasts while receiving stimulation from the images.

The filming location seemed to be in Thailand. Two Western men, guided by a girl, entered a room and began making love… Minghui watched quietly, her small hands occasionally tracing random lines on my legs. I kissed her earlobe and neck, rubbing her nipples.

After a while, my wife's legs, which were lying flat, gradually began to move, sometimes bending, sometimes crossing…

“Hey! Those two men’s things are really big! Do you think that little girl can handle it?” I asked.

“Yeah, really thick! Actually, most women can handle it, but if it’s too thick, it might not be very comfortable…” Minghui answered with a slightly breathless voice.

“Is yours that big?” I asked Minghui with a smile.

“I don’t know, about the same!”

“Hey, you haven’t told me about your process yet! Is it like this too? Westerners are pretty crazy when they play, aren’t they?” I whispered in Minghui’s ear.

“I won’t tell you, hehe…” As she spoke, Minghui turned around and took my penis into her mouth.

I moved Minghui away, lay flat on the blanket, and reached my hand towards the garden. It was already wet there, and a hard lump could be clearly felt between her soft labia. Minghui began to breathe rapidly, slowly and rhythmically writhing...

I got up and pressed down on her, but didn't rush to penetrate, only rubbing my erect penis against her vulva from side to side. My wife held me with both hands, her slightly flushed face buried in my arms, her head still turned to watch TV.

On the screen, a thick thing was thrusting in and out of a little girl's body, while another was being manipulated in her mouth. The girl's eyes were tightly closed, her brows furrowed, occasionally glancing up at the thing between her legs, then groaning and collapsing back down.

"That girl looks like she's in a lot of pain?" I deliberately asked Minghui.

"She's in great pain, didn't you see she's soaking wet down there?" Minghui said, groaning as she thrust upwards forcefully.

"Why does she look like she's crying when she's in such great pain?" Minghui couldn't help but laugh out loud.

I continued, "If you have the chance, go find two or three to play with."

"No way, one is enough to make me choke." Minghui closed her eyes, contracted her genitals, and hugged me tightly.

After watching for a while, Minghui was clearly getting aroused. I got up, changed to a burned disc, and gestured to insert it. Minghui willingly raised her legs, and my penis slid in as if it were her own home. Perhaps because she usually likes to exercise, Minghui's vagina was still as tight and elastic as when she was a girl.

"What did you change to this time?" Minghui asked. I just smiled and didn't answer.

"Compared to others, is my penis too small? Don't you think a big one feels better?" I asked softly as I thrust in and out.

Then the video started playing. Minghui paused for a moment, then closed her eyes and started hitting me with both hands, muttering softly, "Annoying! You're annoying! I don't want to watch, I don't want to watch!"

I smiled mischievously and said, "If you don't want to watch, why did you save it? Can't forget it? You little slut, you're so slutty! You're so cute!"

"Look, look! You've swallowed all of his stuff, look how full your little mouth is." I said gently.

Minghui turned her head to look at the screen and said to me, "He said he took a lot, but sending emails is too slow, so he only sent these few."

"I can tell you two were really into it. Your little pussy is all red from being fucked, it must have felt really good, right?"

"Yeah, it's so full, from the inside out, playing endlessly, I can't take it..." Minghui started to say incoherently.

"I didn't abuse you, did I? As long as my wife is happy, I'll fuck her however I want, as many times as I want, but I won't let you be bullied! Ah... ah..." I groaned.

"Mmm, no, he was very gentle, afraid I couldn't take it all at once, so he slowly rubbed against my pussy first... then little by little he went in until he was all the way in... pressing down on me... his mouth was also busy... I couldn't breathe... it felt so full inside..."

Minghui began to recall through moans: "He kept saying my pussy was small, afraid of hurting me, and while he was penetrating me, he kept asking me: 'Does it feel good? Do you want me to be gentler?' I said: 'Tonight I'm yours... play with me... do whatever you like...' He started to fuck me hard, I was numb, I didn't know anything, I didn't know how many orgasms I had, my mind was blank... ah... ah... ah..." Minghui's moans grew stronger and stronger, and we reached orgasm together.

Afterwards, I asked Minghui: "You used three condoms that night, he's really good!"

"Hehe, what? We only did it twice. The first time he ejaculated shortly after he put it in, and once he got hard, we started again. The other one was done again the next day before we parted." Minghui explained, blushing.

And so, Minghui transformed from a reserved woman into a progressive woman who knew how to enjoy life in just a few years. I believe my actions won't be accepted by most people; those who can't understand can call me abnormal.

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