[Toad] (01) Author: Eric_S4er

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This article has no outline or synopsis, but the first half is basically based on facts,
the personal experience of a friend of mine, with some of my imagination and embellishment. The second half, for the sake of dramatic
effect, has some dark and fantastical elements and deviates from the facts; please do not take it personally.

As for my friend, he and his wife eventually resolved their marital issues and
continued to live happily together. He once told me that his wife's infidelity was like a train that veered off course,
but didn't overturn; it was just an interlude and a warning in their lives, and they eventually found their way back.

My

wife and I have been together for over ten years, and our son is already in sixth grade.

I work for a state-owned enterprise, focusing on the development and research of modern communications and providing
back-end . I frequently travel for work, spending more than half the year traveling between major cities across China. My wife used to be
a nurse at a hospital, working long hours and very hard. I was very understanding and, during my time off, I
tried my best to help her with laundry, cooking, and childcare, sharing the household chores.

About two years ago, through business connections, I met a leader at the hospital and managed to get my wife
transferred to the logistics department. This gave her a regular 9-to-5 job, more free time,
and a much easier workload, allowing her to better care for our son and our family.

My wife and I met through an introduction, and I believe our relationship is fairly solid.
While we have our share of disagreements and minor disagreements, overall, my wife
loves me and our family, and we live a peaceful and harmonious life.

That's how people are. Once life settles down, and daily routines become monotonous and repetitive, they
feel bored, weary, and listless. Although it may not show on the surface, a restless undercurrent
slowly . This undercurrent is silently searching for the weakest
point in our hearts. However, once unleashed, this undercurrent destroys your entire
life , leaving you with endless regret.

With desire comes suffering, a torment akin to hell!

Some things in this world are like this: a chance event leads to an inevitable result.

I remember it was the spring before last. Spring came later than usual here, but the temperature rose quickly.
Humans, after all, have animalistic instincts. This rapid rise in temperature caused physiological activity to revive after
a . Even I, with my low libido, began to feel a stirring of desire.

Recently, our research group had just broken through a domestic technical challenge. Everyone had worked very
hard , so the company gave us a vacation.

It was a Saturday morning. My wife and I took our child to his tutoring class first, and then, having nothing else to do, we strolled
around and bought some snacks and necessities. When we got back, my wife complained of the heat and immediately rushed into the bathroom for a shower.
Since it was just the two of us at home, she didn't seem to care after her shower. She was only wearing a cotton tube skirt that reached her knees,
with nothing underneath, her long, dark hair casually piled on her head.

Sitting on the sofa, I saw my wife in this outfit and suddenly realized she possessed a unique
charm . This beauty was different from the pure beauty of young women; it contained
a captivating allure unique to mature women, making your heart flutter and stirring your inner desires.

Although my wife isn't considered a beauty, and her individual features aren't particularly striking, they still come together to be
pleasing to the eye—a dignified and elegant face. Back then, I wasn't attracted to my wife because of her looks,
but her dazzlingly white and smooth skin. However, with age, it has now become somewhat dull and yellowish.

My wife has a large frame, but she's not very tall, so she appears quite voluptuous.
Her full breasts, which could be easily grasped, always stand proudly upright, showing no signs of sagging despite childbirth and breastfeeding.
Her nipples are large, like dark purple grapes set in equally dark purple areolas. Her waist
is slender , but her hips are exceptionally full, like two hemispheres supported by rounded, soft thighs
. When she walks, they sway from side to side like willows in the wind, captivating all who see them.

I stepped forward, wrapped one arm around her from behind, and grasped her breast with the other, kneading it
wantonly . My lips greedily kissed her smooth, white neck.

My wife giggled at my sudden intimacy, complaining of tickling as she tried to break free
from my embrace. How could I let this easy prey slip through my fingers? I shoved my wife down onto the sofa, pressing my body
firmly against hers. My lips met hers, and my other hand slipped inside her
pantyless vulva. My fingers deftly parted her thick labia, my middle finger slowly probing and probing the tender
flesh.

Only then did I realize she wasn't wearing any underwear, which explained my easy access.

"You rascal... what are you doing? What's wrong with you today? Are you crazy?!" My wife gasped, pushing against my shoulders
.

"Nothing, it's just that you're dressed so sexily and without underwear. I want to fuck you, so what? Haven't fucked you in a while
, and you won't let me?!" I said with a cheeky grin.

"You're crazy! You wouldn't do it when I told you to, but now you're all excited when I don't. Get up, our son'll
be back soon, I need to cook dinner," my wife said, half-jokingly, half-complaining.

"Damn it, when have you ever let me fuck you willingly? Wanting to fuck you is
like I have to give you a report beforehand, it's so boring!" I said, but my fingers inside my wife's vagina weren't idle.

"Is it my fault? You ejaculate after only a few thrusts, you're satisfied while I'm just wasting time, what's the point
... Ugh, take your hand out, hmph..." my wife protested, twisting her plump buttocks trying to get rid of my fingers inside her
vagina .

"So what if I ejaculate quickly? It's because you're too tight inside, no man can handle that, hmph... Besides, I
always do plenty of foreplay, and you still enjoy it." I stubbornly argued, feeling a little
guilty .

Indeed, due to my physical condition, I have some inherent shortcomings in sex, and I do feel somewhat guilty towards my wife.
But what's lost internally can be replenished externally. Every time, I would use my mouth and hands to do plenty of foreplay, waiting until my wife's vagina was overflowing with lustful fluids before
I would insert my penis. Although it didn't last very long, I felt that my wife was also enjoying it.
This woman beats the cook after finishing her meal, I thought to myself.

"Alright, alright, you're so great, okay! Get up, I'll go cook for our son first. I'll put up with your
antics this afternoon, okay?" my wife pleaded.

That's the good thing about my wife; she has a gentle and virtuous personality and never argues with others for long. When things reach a stalemate
, she can always give in and find a solution.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and my wife and I jumped up from the sofa in a panic. We
knew our son was back, and we couldn't cause any more trouble.

"Hurry up and open the door! What are you standing there for! I'll teach you a lesson if you keep causing trouble..." My wife's face was flushed with excitement,
her almond-shaped eyes wide open, and she glared at me fiercely.

My wife adores our son. Of course, most mothers in the world love
their , but for my wife, it's almost spoiling him. In her eyes, our son's affairs are the most important thing.
Even if the sky falls, she'll take care of things for him first. And our son can't suffer the slightest grievance. Sometimes when I
scold our son, the two of them come at me together,
leaving me looking disheveled. So, I've just let go of our son and let them do their thing. But sometimes I still feel a little annoyed.

"Honey, you have to keep your word, this afternoon..." I said to my wife with a mischievous smile, turning to open the door.

Seeing my shameless attitude, my wife smiled helplessly and shook her head, saying nothing, and swayed her ample
hips as she went into the kitchen.

My son's classmate, He Liang, came in with him. This boy is my son's best friend; they're practically
inseparable. They've been going to and from school together since they were little, doing homework and playing together. He treats
our house like his own, never shying away from us, often eating with us and sometimes even
staying overnight.

My wife and I aren't the type to fuss over small things; we're quite easygoing. We also felt that only children are often lonely
these days , and having a friend would make our son feel less alone
. Besides, this boy isn't malicious; he's honest and kind-hearted, just like my son. So, my
wife and I have accepted him since he was little, treating him like family. When he comes over, my wife
always prepares extra food, and we give him a birthday present every year. He
always celebrates his birthday at our house, and my wife organizes everything herself—she treats him like her own son.

"Hello, Uncle!" He Liang greeted me politely before heading into my son's room with him
.

I gave a mumbled reply, gazing at the children's backs, my heart filled with mixed emotions. Firstly, I was struck by
the fleeting nature of time; in the blink of an eye, the children had grown up, and we were almost
halfway . Secondly, I was amazed at how well-nourished the children were these days. He Liang, only in sixth grade
, was already about 1.65 meters tall, five or six centimeters taller than my son. His voice was also becoming increasingly soft and clear,
as if he was starting puberty.

I remember when I was their age, I was less than 1.5 meters tall, a real bean sprout, so short and unattractive that it was hard
to look at. My voice only started to deepen in my third year of junior high, but it seems it never fully changed; even now, my
voice is still somewhat high-pitched. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but sigh.

In our family, I have to admit my wife's cooking is absolutely superb. Not only are the dishes beautifully presented, fragrant, and delicious,
but 's also incredibly efficient. In
no time, four dishes and a soup were laid out on the table, the aroma lingering in the room, making everyone's mouths water.

The two boys, upon smelling the food, pounced on the table like two hungry wolves,
wolfing . My wife and I shook our heads helplessly and exchanged a smile.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take your food," my wife said with a smile.

"Auntie's cooking is so delicious, I can't wait any longer," He Liang said,
his words muffled as he ate, stuffing his mouth full.

"You're so sweet-talking, eat slowly, don't choke," my wife said happily, pleased that someone was appreciating her cooking
.

"Oh, right, Mom, we're going to the district's model airplane preliminary competition this afternoon. Could you give us some money so
we can buy some snacks?"

Hearing that our sons were going out that afternoon, my wife and I exchanged a knowing glance, both feeling a sense of anticipation that we'd
finally have some alone time. My wife's face flushed slightly.

"Okay, where are they? When will they be back?" my wife asked with concern.

"At the district education bureau. There are a lot of people competing today, probably around 4 pm," our son replied. "Be careful of the cars on the road. Be safe when you're out, don't just focus on playing, okay?" I reminded him

worriedly . "Okay, Uncle, Xiaoyu and I will be careful, don't worry," He Liang assured us, as if afraid we wouldn't let them go. After lunch, I lazily leaned back on the sofa, sipping tea. My son went back to his room to pack his things, while He Liang obediently helped my wife clear the table. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed He Liang staring greedily at my wife's chest as she bent over to clear the dishes . Because her skirt suit had a low neckline, essentially loungewear , her breasts were completely visible when she bent over. And since she wasn't wearing anything underneath, it was certain He Liang had a full view. I was annoyed and wanted to stand up and stop him, but then I thought, it's not surprising. Boys in puberty are naturally attracted to any woman's body, especially my wife with her smooth skin, full hips, and mature, sexy figure. Besides, what if it frightens the child? The child only saw something he shouldn't have, he didn't do anything, and my wife bears half the responsibility. What could I say? Maybe she was the one seducing the child. Thinking this, I decided to pretend nothing had happened and quietly watch TV, but inside, a turbulent feeling, mixed with a slight bitterness, was stirring within me, making me somewhat aroused. At this moment, his wife straightened up, and He Liang realized his lapse in composure. To cover it up, he quickly took the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen.

As I watched his retreating figure, a strange feeling crept over me, and my lower body suddenly hardened
. I suddenly realized that the fact that I was so
sexually aroused after my wife's body had been spied on by another man was unbelievable; I had never experienced such arousal before.

I wondered to myself, what's wrong with me? Do I have a cuckold fetish like some websites claim?
The thought ? I always thought cuckold fetishes
were just something poor writers made up to grab attention, or some men's
excuses for not being able to keep their women in real life.

My mind raced, a jumbled mess of thoughts, yet my lower body remained erect, like I'd taken
Viagra.

"What are you thinking about? Are you spacing out?" My wife nudged me.

"Oh… nothing, just watching TV," I stammered, trying to cover it up.

"The kids left, and they greeted you but you didn't respond. What are you doing?" my wife complained.

"I want to fuck you, honey!" I blurted out unconsciously, startling myself as I said it.

"You're so annoying! How did you become so lewd?! You old lecher!" my wife said
coquettishly before turning and going into the bedroom.

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