Real-life experience of cuckolding

The red dress my wife was wearing was still there, but her underwear, panties, and stockings were nowhere to be seen. Now, the red dress was more like a fig leaf—like a beautiful woman wrapped in a towel after a bath. But she didn't care about that anymore; instead, she picked up the bottle of red wine and gulped down several mouthfuls.
At this moment, Ah D came out of the bathroom. He was also completely naked, with only a towel wrapped around his lower body covering his most private parts. But after he sat down, this only piece of covering was removed.
Earlier, my wife, Ah D, and I had been playing a game in the hotel room. The loser had to accept a punishment, and as the atmosphere became more and more intense, finally, my wife lost this round. As punishment, Ah D suggested that my wife give him oral sex. This was the first time my wife had given oral sex to another man since we met, and in front of me no less… Obviously, my wife hesitated. She made an excuse that Ah D should go to the bathroom to wash himself first, and then asked me what to do.
My attitude was that if you're willing to gamble, you have to accept the consequences and the punishment. However, my wife still seemed a bit timid. So I suggested that she drink a few sips of red wine first. Firstly, it would help her build up her courage, and secondly, she could have a mouthful of red wine in her mouth while giving him oral sex, which would also have a disinfecting effect... Obviously, my wife accepted my suggestion, which is why she just picked up the red wine bottle and started drinking.
At this moment, Ah D also took off his bath towel, temporarily revealing his erect penis. My wife walked up to him, bent down, and began to give him oral sex... Because she was only wearing a very short dress, her entire buttocks were completely exposed when my wife bent down to give Ah D oral sex. Looking at her moist vulva, I could no longer control myself. While she was focused on giving Ah D oral sex, I took the opportunity to pull out my penis and put it into her "waterfall cave"... Scenes like this would seem commonplace in later encounters, but some scenes are unforgettable, especially the first time, which always leaves a deeper imprint. In fact, this first threesome could be written as a complete story. The reason I'm showing this part here is because this scene has always been on my mind... However, my wife's first time actually came very late. In fact, it took four years from when I started to like cuckolding to when I took this step. However, the story must begin from the very beginning. Although this inevitably makes the plot seem bland and tedious, it is indeed the most important and indispensable part of the entire cuckoldry journey… Tips for training a cuckold: Everyone has vanity, and women are often most susceptible to praise and compliments. The first step in training a wife is to make her accept praise readily. When a woman becomes accustomed to such praise, she will go to greater lengths to gain more in return (praise). If you are a cuckold enthusiast but haven't taken the first step, trying to get your partner praised by others might be a good start. Tip: The first time is certainly unforgettable, but please don't forget the work done beforehand. Some people spend 10 days laying the groundwork, some may spend 10 years, and I spent 4 years. No matter how long the preparation is, for that unforgettable first time, all friends with a cuckold fetish who haven't yet put it into practice, please be patient and complete your own preparations. In fact, looking back, these preparations are the most worthwhile to savor.
Chapter 1: My Cuckoldry Ideology's Initiation
Like most cuckoldry enthusiasts, I was influenced by the author Hu Zuofei. However, unlike others, the factors that led me down this path weren't solely the "Exposed Girlfriend" series. There was also a cuckoldry novel called "The Kind Wife," and even years later, I actually met the author in person. Yet, I always believed these articles only served as an introduction; at that time, I didn't think these stories could happen in the real world. However, for those without a cuckoldry interest, reading countless articles is illusory. Only those who have truly experienced it can understand, tolerate, and empathize.
If someone asks me now, "Is this article you wrote true?" I can tell you that what I wrote is only a small part of my experience… Getting back to the point, those erotic articles I mentioned only made me aware that cuckoldry exists in this world, and I didn't even believe it was real. What truly led me down this path was related to a certain stockings forum. To put it simply, I'm a fan of stockings and beautiful legs. I not only enjoy admiring women's beautiful legs, but I also love photographing them. Back then, finding models with beautiful legs was incredibly difficult. So, the easiest way to photograph stockings and beautiful legs was to start with my girlfriend (now my wife).
That period was the early days of the internet, and the scarcity of resources is unimaginable today. Therefore, about 70-80% of the original stockings and beautiful legs photos online at that time were street shots, and the rest were from photographers like me who used their girlfriends (or wives) as models. But it was precisely during that period that exchanges among stockings enthusiasts like us were most frequent and genuine. On forums, like-minded people shared photos of their girlfriends' (or wives') beautiful legs, and privately, we formed a small circle to exchange photos of our girlfriends' (or wives') legs. At the time, this exchange was simply to obtain more original photos from others.
It seemed that back then, photos of one's girlfriend were merely a bargaining chip, without considering that giving such photos to others was a form of exposure.
However, as time went on, the purpose of these exchanges subtly changed—gradually, I realized that the pleasure I derived from sending my girlfriend's erotic photos to others surpassed that of seeing other men's wives. Sometimes, I didn't even ask for them; if someone asked for a high-quality photo, I would unhesitatingly send my girlfriend's erotic photos to them. In my conversations with my girlfriend, I also told her that I would post some photos of her beautiful legs on forums or share them with others. She didn't object. As long as the photos looked good and her face wasn't shown, it was fine. However, she didn't know that besides sharing photos of her beautiful legs, I also sent her erotic photos to other netizens… Sometimes, I would forward some of the comments from netizens after I posted photos on forums to my girlfriend. These comments were mostly praising my girlfriend's figure, and my girlfriend was very happy to see them, so she was very supportive of me taking photos for her. So, I started making bolder attempts... One day, I wrote in one of my posts, "If this photo gets more than xx replies, I'll reveal my wife's QQ number." Actually, at that time, I didn't really reveal my wife's QQ number; I just created a secondary account for her because I was planning to sell used items, and I hoped she could connect with some like-minded people through this channel. We usually shared this QQ account, taking turns to communicate with fellow enthusiasts.
However, the initial communication didn't go smoothly. Many people who added me on QQ asked very boring or perverted questions, so my wife rejected the original plan to sell used items—she felt it wasn't worth answering such boring and perverted questions just to earn a little money. However, this attempt wasn't entirely meaningless; at least at the time, it seemed that she accepted my fetish for beautiful legs and stockings and supported my hobbies. Ever since she learned that I liked stockings and beautiful legs, she wore short skirts almost year-round. On formal occasions, whether in the dead of winter or the sweltering heat of summer, her legs were always covered in a thin layer of stockings. Of course, that wasn't the most important thing. The most important thing was that this experience gave her the opportunity to meet some online friends. Although she eventually gave up on this QQ account, a few of them were added to her main account's friend list. And one of them played a crucial role in all the changes and beginnings that followed, even in taking that first step… The day I picked up my girlfriend, she was wearing a white shirt, a black short skirt, high heels, and stockings. At first glance, there was nothing particularly special about it. Obviously, I knew the secret: today was for the older man. She finally had the chance to meet the online friend who was so important to her path of cuckolding… And this older man was the one mentioned in the previous chapter, the one who helped my wife take that first step.
However, the story needs to start from the beginning. At that time, my girlfriend gave up the QQ account I had registered. But this experience wasn't entirely fruitless; at least, I saw her add a few online friends to her usual account. This was a very positive sign, indicating that she wasn't passively getting to know these men, but actively seeking to understand them (to use my wife's later words, "men she wanted to 'eat'").
One of them was a netizen named dz.
dz was a gentle and refined friend, very polite in his speech, and rarely made any excessive demands, at most exchanging a few ambiguous words with my girlfriend occasionally. dz was a few years older than my girlfriend, so she sometimes jokingly called him "Uncle." But for my girlfriend, who has a thing for older men, if someone is called that by her, don't feel old or incapable; on the contrary, it means you have a better chance of becoming her "prey."
dz was also obsessed with stockings and beautiful legs, but my girlfriend never found him lewd. On the contrary, she sometimes enjoyed letting this older man admire her legs, her buttocks, and even her body... However, in the beginning, the appreciation was limited to looking at photos of beautiful legs.
Since this dz was far away overseas, there was no possibility of video calls due to internet and time zone limitations.
Therefore, apart from verbal flirtation and looking at photos, they could hardly form any interaction. However, I quickly thought of a breakthrough—why not have this older man buy gifts for my girlfriend—stockings, lingerie, etc., and have him pay online and have the items shipped to me? Then my girlfriend could wear these lingerie, stockings, and other items that the older man bought for her, take photos, and then send these photos to dz.
After hearing my suggestion, dz agreed without hesitation, and even that very night, he went online and selected some of his favorite lingerie styles and paid for them. My girlfriend, however, felt uneasy. After all, she hadn't given anything in return for the gift, which felt like an unfair acceptance.
However, when she received the package, she clearly changed her mind. It turned out that accepting gifts came at a price… My girlfriend opened the package and found a lingerie set containing a bra and panties.
But these weren't ordinary bras and panties. The entire set consisted of only a few straps and some crystal embellishments; there wasn't even a single piece of fabric to cover her. It was, in my opinion, the least amount of fabric I'd ever seen in lingerie. Wearing this set was tantamount to exposing her body completely naked.
My girlfriend hesitated. In her mind, this was the first time she'd completely exposed her body to a stranger, even if it wasn't in person but rather after taking photos and sending them. It was clearly testing her limits at the time. Then I asked, "Are you really going to wear this for the photoshoot? You know we'll be sending these to DD (Danny's) afterwards." "It does feel a bit embarrassing, but he already sent the gift, I can't just return it," my girlfriend said. "Besides, he's never made any unreasonable demands before. This time, for the sake of the gift, I'll just go for it." Hearing her say that, I was incredibly excited. You see, she was willingly "offering" her body for others to "see." So I immediately booked a hotel room for the next day and we went to take photos.
The photoshoot the next day went very smoothly, and my girlfriend wasn't too shy. During the photoshoot, I kept verbally provoking her: "Look, you need to make the photos more sexy, your uncle will see every single one..." Instead of showing disgust, my girlfriend was incredibly excited. She even took the initiative to masturbate a lot. Even though I kept reminding her that these actions were for him to see, she continued to do as she pleased. I could even see that her genitals were wet throughout the entire shoot. After the shoot
, we had passionate sex in the hotel room. I could clearly feel that she was different from usual; she didn't feel tired after the photoshoot, but rather very excited. Her genitals were also in great condition; during penetration, her vaginal fluid kept flowing onto the bed. So, I not only had sex but also continued to verbally provoke her.
"You were really good today, were you excited because you took nude photos for your uncle to see?" "No...no..." My girlfriend, of course, wouldn't admit it so easily.
"I saw you were wet down there when you were taking the photos, and you still won't admit it?" I wasn't going to let her off so easily, so I continued to press her.
"No...no...ah...no...no..." "Tell the truth, do you like showing your naked body to dz?" I continued to ask.
"Oh...you're so annoying...well...well, he...he gave me a gift...I should repay him..." Although my girlfriend still wouldn't admit it was voluntary, I understood her thoughts at this point.
"Then tell me, if dz asked you to wear this in front of you, would you wear it?" "I...I don't know...if...he...he's not too ugly...maybe...I would..." (During the photoshoot, I didn't ask her to do anything too revealing, but during the shoot, she spontaneously did these very provocative and sexually suggestive actions, so the photoshoot had a rather positive significance.) Clearly, this photoshoot was a big breakthrough. Actually, the task itself wasn't very meaningful; the main breakthrough was on a psychological level. Since she was willing to have nude photos taken and shown to others, it meant she might also agree to let DZ see her naked in person. Since she was willing to let DZ see her naked in person, she probably wouldn't mind being touched. Since she was willing to do all that… maybe… that was my logic.
Looking back, it was indeed the same logic I had at the time. Sometimes we draw very clear lines. However, on the path of cuckoldry, my wife's change of heart wasn't always clear-cut; sometimes a small breakthrough would lead back to square one. Even after it was over, there were many instances of regressing. It has to be said that people's thoughts and emotions are not static; they can't always move forward. Often, we need patience and compromise in this process. I've
digressed a bit. Now, back to the main point: after my girlfriend completed the first task, their online communication increased. Since we weren't married yet, she usually chatted with this older man alone at night. Inevitably, their conversations drifted into sexually explicit topics. Since my girlfriend had already been "completely naked" with her online boyfriend, she didn't feel awkward discussing these things. They even engaged in text-based sex several times online. Each time, she would send me the chat history the next day, making it impossible for me to concentrate at work.
However, since he was abroad, their communication was limited to online. Sometimes my girlfriend would tell me that if he could come to our city to meet her, she might actually "offer herself."
For the next two years, this opportunity never came, until one time, this online boyfriend actually came to our city on business. My wife wore his favorite clothes that day, waiting for his arrival… The notification from him was rather rushed; he said he had to come for a meeting the next day and wasn't sure if they could meet, but my girlfriend still made preparations. That day, she wore a white shirt, a black mini-skirt, black stockings, and high heels—nothing different from usual—a typical office lady look.
However, coincidentally, she was attending a training session alone that day, giving her a lot of flexibility in her attire. Actually, the black mini-skirt was a bit too big at the waist; she could fold up a section of the waistband, making it fit perfectly and reducing the overall length by a few centimeters. Don't underestimate this small change—it could completely transform an ordinary mini-skirt into a super mini-skirt. The skirt's length would just cover the top of her thighs.
That day, I made an excuse to run errands and left the office two hours early to pick her up at her training location.
When she emerged, her skirt had already ridden up several centimeters, revealing its secret—since the skirt reached her upper thighs, the lace trim of her original black stockings was now showing. It turned out these weren't ordinary pantyhose, but black lace garter stockings. With each step she took, the lace trim always found a suitable space to peek out. This was the kind of style dz liked—a dignified exterior concealing a wanton heart. Clearly, my wife was deeply influenced by this philosophy; she later told me that she had spent the entire night thinking about how to achieve that perfect balance between dignity and wantonness in her outfit that day.
The night before, we specifically discussed the meeting on QQ:
Girlfriend: "I'm meeting the older man tomorrow, I'm so nervous." Me: "Have you decided what to wear?" Girlfriend: "Not yet." Me: "Then choose something sexy." Girlfriend: "No, my parents will think it's weird if they see me at home in the morning..." Me: "You can wear something normal on the outside, and something sexy on the inside." Girlfriend: "Ugh, how can you make your wife dress so sexy when she meets another man?" Me: "Hehe, I'll also let you make love with another man..." Girlfriend: "Ugh, who said anything about making love? It's just a meeting for tea and a chat." Me: "He definitely wants more than just tea and a chat... You'd better be prepared..." Girlfriend: "(shy)" Girlfriend: "Honey..." Me: "??" Girlfriend: "You really... really... allow me to... make love with the older man?" Me: "Do you want to?" Girlfriend: "(shy) I won't tell you." Me: "We're meeting tomorrow, and you still won't tell me what's on your mind?" Girlfriend: "(shy)" "I want to..."
Girlfriend: "But..."
Girlfriend: "What if he doesn't look like the picture?" Me: "Then you should refuse him." Girlfriend: "But you want me to meet him alone tomorrow, I'm all alone..." Girlfriend: "I'm afraid I won't be able to refuse." Me: "It's not easy for him to come all this way, how about this..." Me: "He likes stockings and beautiful legs, right? If he's not your type, you can just let him touch your legs." Girlfriend: "I'm afraid he'll start thinking more after touching them." Me: "If you don't like it, you can let him touch and kiss you. If he wants to have sex, just say you're on your period." Girlfriend: "I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself if I say that." Me: "Then you can give him oral sex." Girlfriend: "Oh yeah... how come I didn't think of that..."
Me: "What if he just ejaculates in your mouth?"
Girlfriend: "Then let him cum..."
Me: "Will you swallow it?"
Girlfriend: "Well...it depends on my mood..."
Girlfriend: "So you're just going to wait at home?"
Me: "No, I plan to let dz enjoy you alone first. Then he'll message me, and I'll come in then, and then we'll have a threesome..." Girlfriend: "Ugh, you're so horny, who said we'd have a threesome?" Me: "So now that you have dz, you don't want to play with me anymore, huh?" Girlfriend: "No...but...if you two are together...I'll feel embarrassed." (I originally wanted to screenshot the QQ messages from that day, but I later found that due to the long time that had passed, those messages were long gone, so the above conversation is a rewrite by my wife and me from memory. There may be some discrepancies, but it's basically the same.) This kind of conversation gave me hope that my cuckolding would become a reality. And sitting in the car looking at my wife's outfit made my blood boil even more. Thinking that this wife in front of me would be kneeling under another man and sucking his penis in a few hours, I guess only those who have truly experienced it can understand the feeling.
However, things don't always go as smoothly as expected. Just as my wife got into the car, I received a text message from dz saying that today's meeting hadn't gone well, and the company had already booked a flight out of Shanghai tonight, so the planned meeting probably wouldn't be possible. I showed this message to my wife. My wife laughed and said,
"Yay, finally I don't have to go..."—beneath her seemingly lighthearted words, there was actually a bit of disappointment.
My wife's carefully dressed appearance was probably not for that simple "Yay."
However, despite the disappointment, I wasn't entirely without gain. First, looking at my wife's outfit today, I understood that she had psychologically accepted having sex with other men, even a threesome.
Second, although we didn't meet dz this time, it did allow other wives to have a little cuckolding experiment that day—we were certainly a little disappointed when we received dz's message, but we quickly composed ourselves and found a restaurant to eat. And so began our amusing little experiment with cuckolding... We chose a nice restaurant, and as the waiter led us to our seats, I noticed that many people at the table were staring at my girlfriend. Apparently, she had deliberately shortened her skirt and hadn't let it down.
So, when she walked, you could still see the black lace trim and straps of her black stockings. As soon as we entered the table, I told my wife that many people were staring at her. My girlfriend replied, "Let them look. Since dz isn't lucky enough to see today, I'll leave this privilege to others, let them see."
Clearly, this was a bit of a sulky remark, but a sudden inspiration struck me—while my wife was being stubborn, why not try something different? So I went along with her, saying, "Really? That's a treat for others. How about we do something a little revealing today, and then tell dz, and he'll regret it..." "Okay, that's settled. I'll do whatever you want," my girlfriend replied decisively, a far cry from her usual hesitant manner.
So, I gestured for the first step: for my girlfriend to go to the restroom and take off her underwear, going commando. She didn't object (you know, normally asking her to go into public without underwear is completely unacceptable).
She went to the restroom, and when she returned, she had her fist clenched. She went back to her seat and then asked me to open my arms. To my surprise, her clenched fist held a transparent thong, which greatly surprised me.
I hadn't expected that besides her outward appearance, even her underwear was meticulously designed.
The subsequent "training" was even more interesting. Because the tablecloth at the restaurant was short, the people sitting next to me could easily see my wife's legs. Since my wife and I were sitting facing the same direction, I could clearly observe a man at the table diagonally opposite me frequently glancing at my wife's legs.
"Honey, that man across the street seems to be peeking at you. Why don't we let him look a little more..." With that, I had my wife pretend to be having a pleasant conversation with me, "unintentionally" spreading her legs... We chatted and laughed, pretending it was casual, but actually observing each other's expressions.
Clearly, the man's gaze was sweeping under my wife's skirt more and more frequently. I didn't know how much of my wife's "revealing beauty" this man could actually see, but judging from his expression, even if he couldn't see everything, he should have noticed something. Just then, our food started arriving. Then, I had an even bolder idea. I had my wife unbutton the second button of her shirt. That way, whenever the waiter came to bring the food, they could see right through her shirt from above. And my wife not only has long, slender legs, but also D-cup breasts... Since my wife unbuttoned the second button, the waiters seemed particularly attentive, bringing us food and drinks, and frequently offering us tissues. My wife seemed to enjoy it quite a bit, constantly joking that next time we go to a restaurant with bad service, we should show more cleavage so the waiters would be more attentive.
Obviously, we didn't expect to meet someone we met online, but I gained quite a bit. Not only did I learn about my wife's bottom line, but I also experienced some different cuckoldry scenarios. Afterwards, my wife was more willing to discuss with me what it would be like if we met a lesbian. We even pretended to be a lesbian during sex, meeting her. And every time we had sex under these role-playing scenarios, we were incredibly excited.
Tips for training a cuckolded wife: While pursuing results is important, sometimes the process is more enjoyable. When we are eager to achieve results but repeatedly fail to get the hang of it, we might as well stop and slowly experience the scenery along the way. A short pause may sometimes be the prelude to the beginning and the cornerstone of success.
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