My wife is a philanderer.

I've known my wife for eleven years and been married for four, yet I still vividly remember our first
meeting . It was at a friend's dinner party, and she, fresh out of high school, was there too. The first thing that struck
me was her above-average looks and her long legs encased in tight jeans. She had
no idea how alluring those legs were to men. I got her
phone number from a friend and immediately launched a fierce pursuit. To my surprise, she came from a strict family and, having
focused studies, had never been in a relationship. Many men pursued her, but none had succeeded. This
delighted me, but also made me a little worried, and I secretly resolved to win her over.

After more than two months of relentless pursuit and persistent pleading, she finally agreed to be my girlfriend. We studied in
different cities, so every time we met was difficult and precious. Each time we booked a hotel room, it was just a fling;
we never actually had sex. It wasn't until six months later that we finally slept together
. It was our first time, and it took us ages to get inside. I ejaculated within minutes, and the thought of it is embarrassing. But who doesn't have an embarrassing first
time ?

After all these years of trials and tribulations, the love between us has transcended romantic love;
it's become more like familial love.

They say there's a seven-year itch, but my wife has been through ten, and that itch has long since faded. We just have to find ways to maintain
that freshness. When we were in school, I often read her novels, and naturally, her sex education included
porn. At first, she was embarrassed to watch, finding the explicit scenes unbelievable.
That's when she realized love could be done this way. We learned almost all our skills and techniques on the computer, slowly figuring things out on
our own .

She knows I love it, and when we're together, weather permitting, she'll wear a short skirt and
ultra-thin high heels. She has naturally beautiful legs, and seeing them makes me want
to push her . Sometimes we'd take photos and short videos. She knew I frequented smut
websites, and when I uploaded her photos there, she didn't scold me; in fact, she was quite supportive.
Women are always a little vain, and seeing other netizens' compliments always makes them beam with joy. Sometimes I'd let
her go shopping without underwear, wearing a miniskirt. It was easy for her to get intimate, so she had to walk around cautiously,
but I was secretly thrilled, just waiting for her. Sometimes at night, when I knew it was safe, I'd
deliberately lift her skirt, scaring her so much that she'd quickly grab my hand and look around to see if anyone noticed. Every time
I let her go out without underwear, I'd find her soaking wet when we got home; she still craved that kind of excitement
. The once obedient girl was slowly being brought out of her wild side.

We tried all sorts of places: underground parking garages, rooftops, groves, tea houses, even
the restrooms —anything safe enough, she was willing to try. What women need most is a sense of security; if you
give her that, she'll dare to go crazy with you.

I've had the idea of having a cuckold for a long time, perhaps related to the first novel I read—
a got my blood pumping, and that thrill and excitement were deeply buried in my heart.
My wife was surprised when she found out about this idea, followed by anger. She felt I didn't love her and
only used her as a tool for sexual gratification, and she ignored me for days.

Later, through sweet talk and sending her over a hundred text messages a day, I finally made her understand that I truly
loved her, and that my cuckold thoughts were for her pleasure and to deepen our relationship. I also
found many classic novels for her to read, such as "Bai Jie," "Ya Qi," and "The Silk Wife and
the Green Hat ," etc. She was also engrossed in them and felt something while reading.

Quantitative change led to qualitative change, and gradually she became less resistant to the idea of having a cuckold. Sometimes
I would let her imagine a handsome classmate of hers licking her ear, whispering "little
slut" in her ear, and licking her nipples. Whenever she had this fantasy, she felt much wetter than usual,
which excited me even more. Deep down, she's a little slut, craving excitement, but traditional values limit her
actions . Things can't be rushed; everything has to take its time. The seed of cuckoldry is slowly sprouting
and growing, and it all requires the right timing, location, and people to come together. There's still a long
way to go .

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