restless wife

My wife and I have been married for several years. Neither of us are exactly the quiet, honest type, and I've read articles about swapping and threesomes online for a long time, so I have a very open attitude towards them. My wife is quite beautiful and has a great figure; she always attracts a lot of attention when we walk down the street. When we're together, we like to talk about exciting topics. I often ask her sensitive questions, like how many men she'd had sex with before we met, whether she wanted to be with other men, or if she'd ever cheated on me. I promise she won't get angry or hold it against her. At first, my wife was suspicious. Every time I asked, she said no and told me to stop asking. But after persistent questioning, she eventually confessed everything. When I was with my wife, I learned that before we started dating, she was a bit of a nerdy, unconventional person who frequently hooked up with men. She'd chat on QQ for less than two hours before agreeing to go to a hotel with someone else. She used to play Audition Online, which most people born in the 90s would remember; when it was popular, it was practically a hookup app. I asked her how many men she'd slept with, and she said she couldn't count them all. Hearing this, I felt inexplicably excited. I then asked her if she always used condoms, and she said some did, some didn't, but most didn't. I also asked if she'd ever been pregnant, and she said never. Hearing these things, I felt a normal person's disgust and anger, but at the same time, I felt excited and longed for my wife to be with other men again. I don't know if that's considered twisted. Now I'll start telling you about my wife's first affair (this is not made up or fabricated; there's no plagiarism whatsoever). We weren't married then; we were still deeply in love. She lived with her mother, and I often stayed at her place. One night, I went to her house to sleep after my night shift. It was a little after 7 a.m. when I arrived. She was sleeping, and as I was about to lie down, I noticed a small red mark on her neck. I know some people like to suck on each other's necks, but I didn't think my wife had been sucked; it was probably from a mosquito bite she scratched. When she woke up, I saw the red mark on her neck again. I asked her how she got it, and she stammered that she had scratched herself, which I believed. A week later, on another Saturday, I went to her house after my night shift again, but she wasn't home. I asked her mother where she was. Her mom stammered that she might have gone to her cousin's house, so I called her to ask where she was. She didn't know I was at her house, and she replied that she was home. I immediately realized she was definitely with another guy, because at that time, it was common for people her age to go out and mess around, but I never thought it would happen to me. I angrily told her I was at her house, but she remained silent. I yelled at her, "Where are you?" She said she had drunk too much with friends the night before and had checked into a hotel to sleep. I told her to come back immediately. Half an hour later, she returned, and I waited at her door. When she saw me, she looked scared and embarrassed, forcing a smile. I asked her who she had been drinking with, and she said some high school classmates. I asked who took her to the hotel, and she said one classmate. I asked if it was a male or female classmate, and she said a male classmate who left after taking her to the hotel. I was skeptical and warned her not to do it again. Then we went upstairs. Her mom, probably worried that something had happened to us, was already up and sitting in the living room. Seeing that we were alright, she went to work early. I was planning to go to sleep, but this whole thing made me wide awake. After showering, I lay in bed and told my wife, "You should shower too, I want to do it." Because she had just upset me, she was very obedient and went to shower. When she came back and lay in bed, I saw a red mark on her chest. This time, my intuition told me she definitely had it, but I was already prepared to have sex with her. My twisted psychology started to take over; the more I thought about it, the more excited I became. I thrust into her and started fucking her hard. As her thighs trembled and twitched, I asked her how she got the red mark on her chest. She hesitated for a moment, panting, and said it was from being tickled. I slowed down and told her seriously that if someone else had used it, she should tell me, and I could forgive her this once, as long as it didn't happen again. I promised I wouldn't blame her; I just wanted to know. My wife remained silent, looking anxious. I asked again, and she said no. I used all my strength to thrust into her violently a dozen more times, and asked her again. She finally admitted it, saying it was her high school classmate who used it. I asked if she had been with him last night, and my wife nodded. I was instantly overwhelmed with excitement and started fucking her hard. When I was too tired to continue, I slowed down, stared into her eyes, and asked her if she had enjoyed it last night, and if her classmate's penis was as big as mine. My wife shyly said I had. I strongly urged her to tell me the details, and she couldn't resist. She told me the details, saying that her classmate's penis wasn't as big as mine, but it was more enjoyable than with me, and that her classmate could do it three times in a row without stopping. I asked her if she had filled her vagina with my semen. My wife nodded and said "Mmm." This was an experience I'd never felt before, more exciting than my first time with a woman. Afterwards, I leaned against the headboard and asked my wife how she got together with her high school classmate. She said this classmate had liked her since school, but she'd never agreed to be with him. Last week, at their class reunion, she drank too much, and he confessed his love to her again. She was sober when he took her to a hotel, and they had sex all night. She was actually sober during their first time, and she was won over by his sincerity and decided to be with him. This classmate doesn't work on Saturdays and Sundays, so they arranged to meet on those days. Although I sometimes have a twisted desire for my wife to be with someone else, I'm not truly ready for this. So I warned her not to contact him again, and she deleted his phone number and QQ in front of me. Before deleting them, she sent a message saying she didn't want to contact him anymore. I thought that was the end of it, but my wife still wouldn't give me a break. Not long after, she didn't come home all night again, and she wouldn't answer my calls no matter what I did. I could only think of two possibilities: either she'd run into bad people, or she was seeing that guy again. Comparatively, I hoped she was in contact with him, because that way her safety would be guaranteed. I finally got through to her around noon. I yelled at her, asking where she'd been. She apologized, her voice trembling with emotion. When she came home, I didn't say a word, just slapped her twice and yelled at her. "Do you want to be together properly?" she asked. She said that her male classmate was leaving soon to go back to his hometown, which was in another city. He was reluctant to part with her and said many touching things. In the end, my wife agreed to go out with him. I hit my wife again. After calming down, I thought, "Forget it, don't blame my wife. After all, that guy is leaving and won't contact her again. Besides, I promised my wife I would forgive her this time. Otherwise, my wife wouldn't have told me so many details about her and that guy." I apologized to my wife; I shouldn't have hit her. We went back to our normal relationship. I had to go to my night shift that night. My wife messaged me on QQ saying that her male classmate was leaving tomorrow and insisted on seeing her one last time, threatening to jump off a building or come to our house. My wife was afraid of making a scene and wanted to see him one last time so things would be peaceful afterwards. I was furious. I said, "Why should he do whatever he wants? Who does he think he is?" I immediately asked my boss for leave to go and confront this pushover. I called my wife and told her to wait for me at home, that I was going to kill him. My wife immediately burst into tears, saying, "Are you trying to drive me to my death?" and then hung up. No matter how many times I called, she wouldn't hang up directly. I called her mother, but she said my wife wasn't home and wouldn't answer the phone. I sat on the curb, angry but not knowing where to find her. Finally, I gave in. I messaged my wife on QQ saying, "Go ahead, can you promise not to contact him again after he leaves?" My wife replied that she swore she really wouldn't contact him again. He's gone, what's the point of contacting him? She just didn't want him to come back for her, and that one meeting would be enough. At that point, I was at my wit's end with my wife, so this was all I could do. But I secretly vowed that if I ever saw this guy again, I would beat him up. Then I went back to work.

I went to my wife's house after get off work this morning, but she wasn't home yet. I realized she must have gone to satisfy that guy for one last night. Lying on her bed, imagining her being fucked by another man, excitement filled my mind. I texted her on QQ, telling her not to shower after we were done and to come straight home. She didn't reply. An hour later, she came home. I didn't show any anger. I excitedly pulled her onto the bed and frantically ripped off all her clothes and pants. I looked at them; there really were white mucus and dried white spots on them. I pressed her down on the bed and started fucking her hard. I looked down and saw that when I ejaculated from her, there was a white fluid that hadn't been there before. I asked my wife if she enjoyed it last night. A few tears welled up in her eyes. I guessed she must have fallen in love with him and was still grieving the separation. I didn't say anything more. After habitually changing positions a couple more times, I ejaculated inside her. I went to shower and then held my wife, wanting to say something, but her silence left me speechless. I just held her like that and fell asleep in the silence. Later, quite some time later, when I was with my wife, just to get a little excited, I brought up this person again. My wife revealed a detail she'd never told me before: when she was drunk at her class reunion, that male classmate took her to a hotel and brought two friends along. My wife wasn't fully conscious when she lay down on the bed, but she vaguely remembered one of her classmate's friends being prepared, and her male classmate stopping him. She couldn't remember whether the other two had been with her. To this day, my wife hasn't contacted him again, at least I haven't found any evidence of them being in contact.

I will continue to share other instances of my wife's infidelity; I'll just tell you this one for today.

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