My Wife's Real Cuckolding Journey Author: Liang Shanbo

Many people enjoy
cuckoldry stories, and I'm no exception. I have a strong affinity for them and have been lurking on forums for a long time,
always wanting to try writing one. Through this article, I want to share my experience. It might
not be well-written, but it's all based on the truth, so please read with patience.
Every cuckoldry story begins by describing the girlfriend's beauty—always described as graceful and stunningly beautiful.
However, my wife, besides having a very pretty face, doesn't have such a great figure. After giving birth, she became fuller and
more curvaceous—you can imagine for yourselves. And she's incredibly conservative, more conservative than you'd imagine. To
make what follows possible, I did a lot of work before finally taking that step.
My wife and I were college classmates; she's two years younger than me. After graduation, we lived together in Beijing, leading
a busy, 9-to-5 life. Although not wealthy, we had a comfortable, comfortable lifestyle. Our sex life
is rather monotonous. Traditional positions, agreed-upon times, agreed-upon procedures—every time is the same, like going to work.
Gradually, we both lost interest. Perhaps it's because of our long-term exam-oriented education, being obedient students at home and
honest employees at work; everything about us is so mundane.
Since visiting Longtan Book Network (does this sound like an ad?), and reading many cuckoldry stories, I've had some
budding thoughts. I've read many stories about multiple partners before, but they all felt unrealistic, with excessive exposure, which my wife disliked and
resisted. When I told my wife about these cuckoldry stories, I found she wasn't as opposed; she seemed
curious . I felt I'd finally found the key: collect as many cuckoldry stories as possible and share them with her.
This time, there wasn't the immediate, dramatic improvement in our sex life that some people describe—
at least not that obvious. I found that my wife listened to what I said. The most frequent lines were, "
What were their husbands thinking? How could they do that?" After asking, she would look at me. I kept wondering if she was
waiting for my answer.
I spent a long time sorting out my thoughts, trying to figure out if I could accept being cuckolded. The thought of being cuckolded
gives me an erection, but the thought of my wife being penetrated is really painful. I wonder if you guys really enjoy it and don't find it
painful? I can't tell my wife about this pain, otherwise we can't continue the discussion. After a lot of
internal struggle and organizing my thoughts, I started to persuade my wife.
First, regarding my starting point, because we've had a few girlfriends before, I have some experience, but
my wife hasn't had anyone else before me. This has been my reason for persuading her until now, and it's also my
starting point for wanting her to try other men. My wife hasn't been able to find a reason to refute this reason; she just keeps saying I'm
stupid. I know she's taken this reason to heart, and I've found a good entry point.
Secondly, regarding our quality of life, we both admit that our sex life is problematic right now, but we can't find a way to overcome it.
My wife doesn't experience pleasure when she's exposed in public; she just feels worried, which affects her mood. We've tried in the park,
but that only makes me more impulsive. My wife doesn't have much of a hobby, so I have to give up on that.
Finally, I let my wife choose a way to improve the quality of our sex life. She had no idea, and in the end, she
could only passively agree to try changing her mindset. This led to a huge turning point in our sex life.
Now, let's get to the main point; I've already gone into too much detail.
We started disrupting our sleep schedules when we had sex. While we were making love, I started incorporating elements from a cuckold's story.
My wife started to become more active at this point, getting into character with me. When I touched her, I said, "This is Yuan touching
you," and she closed her eyes to feel it. I said, "I am Yuan" (Yuan is a male colleague of my wife's who is usually
very good to her), as I touched her and said this.
When I placed my hand on her breasts, my wife surprisingly let out a soft moan. I knew she was getting into character.
I gently massaged her breasts, murmuring, "Sister, your breasts really feel so good."
My wife's body trembled slightly, she opened her eyes, gave me a meaningful look, and then closed them again ("Sister" is
what her colleague calls her). Later, I changed all the terms of address, asking every time I touched a spot, "Sister,
can I touch that?"
My wife would nod with her eyes closed, and I didn't know if she was thinking of me or someone far away. Although she cooperated with me,
she kept holding back. Finally, when I touched her lower body, I asked, "Sister, can I touch your pussy?" At this
moment my wife suddenly took my hand and put it between her legs, saying, "Sister, let me touch you, sister, let me touch you, sister,
it's so itchy.
" I immediately cooperated and touched my wife's vulva, describing it as I touched it, "Sister, your vulva is so wet,
sister, your vulva is so beautiful, sister, your pubic hair is all wet!"
Seeing my wife's increasingly furrowed brows, I knew she was reaching her limit. I asked, "Sister, can I put my hand inside
your vulva?"
My wife nodded frantically, without saying a word. I inserted my middle finger and hooked it in, while my thumb floated on her clitoris
. I gently pinched and released with my two fingers, then pinched and released again. My wife's muscles began to tighten, but
she didn't say anything. I added, "Sister, is it comfortable?" She remained unhurried.
At this moment, my wife couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Yuan, hurry up and give it to your sister!"
That's exactly what I was waiting for. I immediately put my mouth to her nipple. She grabbed her breasts with both hands
and brought them to my mouth, opening her eyes and looking at me, saying, "Yuan, hurry up, okay? "
I quickly rubbed my hands together a few times. My wife opened her mouth wide, thrust her chest out, and tensed her body. I knew she was about to
climax. I quickly rubbed her with my thumb and middle finger a few times. My wife let out an "Ah!" and pulled back
, her legs clamping my hands tightly. I continued to move my fingers. She trembled incessantly, gripping my arm tightly, reaching her
climax.
Watching my wife's trembling body, I felt incredibly satisfied. I lovingly caressed her body,
no longer stimulating her sensitive areas, rubbing her arms and legs. My wife licked her dry lips,
looking at me.
I relaxed her, looking at her, and asked, "Is it good?" My wife nodded.
She wasn't like the characters in novels, able to have multiple orgasms and then refusing to be touched again; touching her would make her uncomfortable.
After lying down for a while, she tried to get up to service me, but I shook my head. She noticed; my penis wasn't
erect. She looked at me questioningly, and I said that I was also very excited just now. Since you had pleasure, I felt
pleasure too. Besides, you're so tired; you should rest. Then I hugged my wife and lay down together, asking her the same question.
The question was, "Was it good?"
My wife stared at me and said it was great, even better than before. Although I was a little jealous, I felt relieved. Was it
because we mentioned "Yuan"? My wife looked at me and said she didn't know, she was just very excited. I said that's good,
at least we've found a way to improve the quality of our sex life.
For a long time afterward, our sex life revolved around her colleague,
and the quality of our sex life did improve significantly. My wife wasn't so insistent on having someone else penetrate her anymore.
This went on for a long time. In late spring, I suggested that my wife try having someone penetrate
her, to have sex with her. No matter how I tried to persuade her, she wouldn't agree. You guys aren't so easy to reason with, are you?
Finally my wife couldn't stand my persistent pleading and agreed to try.
But there was a condition: people she knew couldn't (meaning Yuan couldn't), people around me couldn't,
too familiar. She couldn't show her face, I was afraid of running into her later. The man couldn't take the initiative; she had to control the pace herself and stop whenever she
wanted . She said, "He has to be handsome, he has to be incredibly handsome; he has to be clean, he has to be clean." These conditions left
me speechless! It was worse than a rejection! I nominally agreed, but it was still a rejection!
Just as I was about to argue, my wife gave me a stern look: "If you agree to the conditions, I agree. If you don't, there 's no point
in discussing anything like this again.
" I was speechless. There was nothing I could do but say "okay," no way to back out! Whoever backs out is a coward,
so I added, "If you change your mind, I'll take our money and go out to prostitutes every day, and I won't talk to you anymore!"
My wife probably thought her conditions were practically foolproof, and since she controlled the pace and the content,
she was emboldened and agreed immediately!
It's easy as long as my wife sets the conditions, although it's difficult, almost impossible. I still put in
a lot of effort, including communicating with others online and seeking advice from fellow enthusiasts. I tried every method I could think of
, but we got stuck on the last crucial factor: the man has to be handsome. What exactly constitutes "handsome"?
Many netizens volunteered, sending photos, but they were all photoshopped out. While I was depressed, my wife
was quite pleased, because she felt she had stumped me.
I think it's true that perseverance pays off; not long after we finished talking, fate
suddenly presented me with this person. Even I felt it was destiny.
Before
describing the person I encountered, I think it's necessary to introduce
the work . Many netizens gave me advice on how to make her the one in charge while ensuring others could
n't recognize her. I have to thank netizen Tingting for her idea: drugs. To render the man unconscious!
Initially, this idea seemed crazy, the most impractical thing to do. What's the point? It's like necrophilia.
But my wife was in favor of this idea, so I had no choice but to agree! Next came the experiment: testing
the drug. Since we didn't know the dosage or its effects, she insisted on using me as the guinea pig, making me the novice,
otherwise, it was off-limits!
Over the weekend, we went to the pharmacy and bought the drug (sleeping pills, don't get the wrong idea!). We could only buy a two-day
supply at a time, no more! I'd never taken sleeping pills before, and I sleep quite soundly, so I really didn't know
what the consequences would be. But my wife was really enthusiastic! She wouldn't let me have sex before bed, saying it was to be realistic,
really treating me like a novice!
Just after 8 pm, I was given the drug and made to sleep naked! To be a guinea pig for my wife, you all should be novices if you want to
do this ! I fell asleep quickly, but the next morning, I woke up with aches all over and a foggy head
—I slept terribly! I really don't know how these sleeping pills worked! But now my wife is asleep!
Look how soundly she's sleeping! It smelled so sweet. I wondered if we'd been up all night! I got up to
check , to see if anything had happened, but I didn't feel anything special. My penis was clean, nothing seemed
amiss. I was puzzled, but based on my experience, I was certain I'd ejaculated last night! Because
some things don't recover so quickly after sex!
I don't know if you guys have noticed, but the desire for sex before sex is different from the desire after
. You can tell the difference if you pay close attention. As for how many times I ejaculated, I couldn't tell, but I'm
sure I did last night, and I have no idea how it happened! Then I started searching the whole house for traces, even
turning over the trash can, trying to find the smell of semen, but to no avail! I was
even more suspicious. The only answer would be when my wife woke up.
It was almost noon, and my wife, without even opening her eyes, started calling out, "Honey, I'm hungry!" I quickly
brought her food and milk, hoping to appease her and get some answers.
My wife ate silently, occasionally sneaking a smile! Seeing my anxious look, she couldn't hold back anymore and said
something that made my jaw drop: "Honey, you were sleeping like a log! I could have slaughtered you and sold your flesh last night and you wouldn't
have known !" Then she kept laughing! I kept begging her to tell me the details! (I was so regretful then,
why didn't I record it? I was green with envy!).
My wife just casually said: "After you fell asleep, I was testing if your penis would get hard, if you could
feel anything . I was stroking you, and you didn't even know? I told you to stop when it got hard, and to start again when it went soft, and then put it down when it got hard again!
Hehehe, it was so funny! You really didn't know anything?" I was sweating bullets. Fellow wolves, don't be a
newbie!
I said, "That's all? You didn't do anything?" She said, "I, I tried, (hesitating a bit)
but you were like a dead person, you didn't feel anything, so I didn't find it interesting either. That's it, nothing special."
(I know my wife lied, or maybe there were things she was too embarrassed to say.) But you know, I've found that when you're asleep
, my penis is even more fun! I can play with it however I want. Once you're hard, I can practically lift you
up by my penis!
My God, that's a violent test! I'll never do that test again! Not only did I
get , but the risk was too great! I pressed on relentlessly, "Really nothing else?" "I didn't ejaculate?
" My wife was taken aback, then immediately said, "No, did you ejaculate? You used to always smell, did you smell
this time ?" "I don't want you to ejaculate!"
I really didn't find any evidence, but I knew it definitely happened. Finally, my wife said: "The first half..."
The effect was better at night, probably due to the drug; you slept very soundly, and I could do whatever I wanted with you. But
in the morning , although your penis was harder, you would easily toss and turn if you played too much; light play was fine.
I hugged my wife and kissed her. Anyway, my wife had gotten what she wanted, and the desired effect was achieved.
I wanted to . According to my wife's usual routine, if we didn't do it the night before, we would definitely make up for it in the morning. But after I kissed
and caressed her for a while, my wife said, "Let's do it tonight. I have to go out to buy something. If we do it, we won't be able to leave!"
She rejected me! This further confirmed my suspicions, but why did my wife insist that nothing had happened?
I only found the answer to this question when that incredibly handsome guy arrived!
This visitor from outer space said that a college classmate of mine, whom I hadn't seen for many years, told me that his
colleague , a woman he was very close to, had a younger brother who was coming to work in Beijing. The company had already found him a job, and he had completed his medical examination.
The company was going to send him to their city to develop the market, so there was a short training period, and they needed to solve
the accommodation problem for about a week. He insisted that I agree!
I strongly disagreed and hesitated to agree, explaining that we were also struggling financially in Beijing, living in a one-bedroom apartment, and... My
wife continued, "Fine, let him come. We won't have sex this week, I'm afraid someone will hear! There are people
outside the door , how can we do it? You're so fussy!
" I could only plead, "Okay, okay, I'll listen to my wife then. Is tonight okay? It's alright, he can come
tomorrow!"
While stroking my wife's body, I said, "There's another reason. I think that boy isn't so
bad , he's quite clean, it's fine if he sleeps in the living room. Besides, I think he meets your criteria too!" I
grinned.
My wife pinched me, "What nonsense are you talking about? I wouldn't even consider him! Doesn't fit!"
I quickly agreed, "Doesn't fit, doesn't fit! I'll fit you then!" I kissed my wife's nipple, my hand going
directly between her legs, wet and warm, two steps ahead of time.
Previously, it would only reach this level after kissing, sucking on her breasts, and massaging them. This was a signal. I
served my wife with mixed feelings. I had initially considered using the child as leverage, but then I thought, good things come to those who wait, so I
'll wait another day.
Our lovemaking was uneventful; changing positions a few times easily brought my wife to climax! Today, my wife had a very satisfying
time, and I didn't hold back, ejaculating when she climaxed. However, I always use withdrawal because I
'm worried the effects of birth control pills, and the side effects of IUDs. I cuddled my wife and
slept until dawn.
At noon, my wife started tidying up, preparing for our arrival. She put up
another , cleaned thoroughly, and then we went out to buy groceries. On our way home, I took her to the pharmacy to buy more
sleeping pills.
My wife said, "Haven't you had enough of being a guinea pig?"
I said, "Here comes another one."
My wife laughed uncontrollably for a while, then stopped, realizing what I meant. "What do you mean? You want me to use him
as a test subject?" "You really want this?"
I said, smiling broadly, "I'll listen to my wife!" My wife 　　snapped, "
If you say that again, I'll turn you both into guinea pigs!" I couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter, a mischievous grin on my face. My wife chased after me, hitting me, "It's not what you think! Don't you dare think such nonsense!" 　　That evening, the child came to our door, pulling a suitcase, his innocent face radiating sunshine. I really couldn't bear to etch any complicated feelings onto such a face. 　　I took his luggage and led him into the living room, introducing him to my wife. He cheerfully called her "sister-in-law," and my wife beamed. Looking at the child, she said, "Sit down, make yourself at home. You chat with your older brother, I'll go cook." 　　I chatted with him about polite things, then had him put his things away—washing supplies, clothes, etc. He was very particular about cleanliness; his towels were spotless, and his suitcase was neatly arranged. 　　I turned and went to the kitchen. Seeing my wife serving rice, I went over and pinched her butt: "How's it? Not bad, right?" 　　"What's okay?" my wife feigned ignorance. 　　I said, "Like a guinea pig?" 　　My wife glared at me: "Get lost! What are you thinking about all day?" 　　I hugged my wife, one hand on her breast, the other between her legs—our usual position. I noticed she was wearing a bra and panties, something she never usually does at home. My wife tried to push me away, but I said, "You don't need to be all covered up like this. Just put on that opaque skirt." 　　She doesn't usually wear that either, saying it's too thick and hot. My wife said, "But we have guests over." I said, "It's okay, it's opaque, you can wear it. Besides, you'll be uncomfortable staying like this for a week, I feel sorry for you! And I want to make love tonight , I've booked it in advance. If you feel uncomfortable, just turn him into a guinea pig!" 　　My wife immediately covered her mouth and laughed: "You're so naughty! He just arrived, and you're already complaining he's in your way!" 　　I grabbed a handful of food haphazardly and left the kitchen. 　　While my wife was cooking, the kid took a shower and changed into some loose-fitting home clothes, looking even more fresh and energetic. I felt God was so unfair; why did all the good food go to him? 　　Dinner went well, and we drank some beer. The kid got a little flushed and said he couldn't drink. My wife changed into her home clothes, which were revealing, but the kid never really my wife kept staring at the kid's face, looking him up and down, which was really inappropriate. 　　I wondered if watching Korean dramas every day had made her a bit of a fangirl, only liking those with a clean-cut look . "A new handsome young man!" 　　I said. "I was wondering why you seemed to be having an allergic reaction. Your sister-in-law has allergy medicine; it'll cure you right away 　　," I told my wife. My wife stared at me, her eyes wide. "Yes, yes, it'll cure you right away!" she said. 　　A moment later, my wife brought in a glass of water, stirring it constantly. I secretly gave her a thumbs up—she's so clever! 　　The boy drank it all in one gulp and said, "Thank you, sister-in-law!" 　　After the meal, he wanted to help clean up, but I stopped him, saying, "You should rest. You can't drink alcohol, so we'll clean up. You're a guest!" I turned on the TV for him to watch while I quickly went to help. 　　My wife said, "You're so mean! You tried to force-feed him medicine right away!"

I said, "Isn't it all for you?" My wife was about to explode, but I continued, "Weren't you afraid someone would hear?"
My wife swallowed back what she was about to say. I helped her tidy up, and when we returned to the living room, the child was already asleep.
My wife and I looked at him, each lost in our own thoughts. Then my wife went back to her room, got a blanket, and covered him with it. He was leaning
against the sofa, asleep. I stretched out my legs and laid him down, using the cushion as a pillow. Looking up from underneath,
I could see his wide-legged underwear and his testicles.
I chuckled. My wife, seeing my expression, came over to look too. When she saw his testicles, she covered her mouth and
laughed, but still glanced at them a few times before pushing me away.
I was repeatedly considering how to proceed. I was thinking when my wife took something to shower. This time, she took her
nightgown, the very sheer, very thin kind. You could see her nipples and pubic hair. My wife always
changed before showering before bed, but I hadn't reminded her, so I let her go like that. While she was showering, I also wanted to check
what would happen if she took the drug. My wife knew about it last time, but I wasn't sure, so I had to try it first.
I just tried stretching her legs—no reaction. What about other places? I tried carefully: pulling her ears, pinching
her nose, making her breathe through her mouth, pinching her hands, pinching her legs—no reaction at all, she was practically dead. Finally, I pinched her
penis. A man pinching another man—I didn't want to, but I had no choice. I pinched a few times, but there was no reaction. I didn't
take off her pants.
Once I confirmed there was no reaction, I felt relieved. A while later, my wife came out of the shower, wearing that very thin nightgown. She passed the sofa, glanced at the
child, and then went into the room without any hesitation. I thought to myself: either she trusts the drug I gave her, or
she dressed like that on purpose.
I quickly went to shower. I was very excited today; my penis was hard while showering. I finished showering twice as
fast , and after drying myself, I came out without even putting on clothes.
My wife just stood up from the sofa, staring at me with wide eyes, pointing at the child on the sofa. I
smiled and walked over. My wife turned and went into the bedroom. As I passed by that child, I noticed
that this time I could see not only his eggs but also his penis—it was limp and almost sticking out of his underwear. I
didn't think much of it; all I wanted was to penetrate him quickly and have sex right in front of him.
Why is this getting so long today?
Some replies said it doesn't seem like a cuckold story. Actually, my understanding is that as long as the wife is penetrated by someone else, it's considered cuckoldry. As for whether it counts
as wife abuse, I think if it's all consensual, it shouldn't. It's a matter of
opinion. This is my first time writing, please forgive me!
Writing this far, what I initially thought was nothing, now seems quite thought-provoking, especially
a few details I don't understand. It happened, but I don't know what happened, and I don't want to spell it out
. This isn't a cuckold story; I want to leave room for each other so we can return to a normal life after the game.
The ending of a cuckold story is frightening! Everyone has secrets; keeping them is actually quite beautiful. Don't be
obsessed! I
went
into the bedroom. The door wasn't closed. My wife was already on the bed, uncovered, wearing only a nightgown, lying on her back
looking at me. In her eyes, I saw expectation, and some other emotion I couldn't understand.
I climbed onto the bed and lay down beside her, looking at her. I placed my hand on her leg. My wife
swallowed softly. Neither of us spoke. The door wasn't closed, and she seemed oblivious, or perhaps she was watching the door. I didn't touch
her breasts, but went straight to her nipple area, feeling the warm, moist heat there. My wife was aroused.
Before I even started touching her, I stroked my wife's pubic hair with my right hand, while my left hand
reached , pulled her head close, and kissed her. My wife responded passionately, completely absorbed in the kiss, her legs
constantly parting and closing, thrusting her hips upwards, welcoming my hand with her vulva, rubbing against it. She
would clamp down down, then open her legs again, thrust upwards again, and clamp down again. Soon, her vulva was firmly
clamped around my hand, and she wouldn't let go, twisting it repeatedly.
I felt my hand becoming increasingly wet and sticky. Her mouth was sucking on my tongue, her arms were wrapped
around my back, hugging me tightly, her breasts rubbing against my chest, and her lower body was rapidly rubbing against my hand.
Seeing how hard she was working, I lifted my right thumb, and my wife quickly inserted it into her vagina.
My wife's reaction grew stronger, her moans incessant. I released her mouth, pulled
up , and with her cooperation, easily removed it. Then I began kissing her breasts and nipples, grabbing and
kneading them.
With my right hand, I parted her tightly closed legs, inserted my middle finger, and hooked it in. At this moment, she quickly clamped
my hand shut, making it difficult for me to move. However, I still used my hand to send "telegrams" to the upper wall of her vagina, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
My wife quickly entered a trance-like state, her eyes closed, mouth open, breathing short, rapid breaths, her whole body tense and trembling slightly.
My "telegram" became more and more complex, faster and faster. Suddenly, my wife bent over, tightly gripping
me. My hand was clamped painfully, her whole body trembling and shaking, only able to exhale, not inhale,
her hands instinctively shaking. She immediately grabbed my hand, pleading, "Husband, I've come! Husband, I've come!"
My hand stopped moving, and my wife immediately collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. I took my hands
out and started massaging her to help her relax. This was a post-orgasm treatment for my wife, and she seemed to enjoy it.
She closed her eyes and relaxed for a while. After a while, I asked, "Wife, did you enjoy it?
" She nodded vigorously. I asked, "Was it because of him?" I gestured towards the outside room, and she looked at me for a moment, then
smiled and said no.
I said, "Okay, you're still being stubborn. It's still no. Now it's my turn to enjoy it." My wife spread her legs, looking like she was
ready to do whatever I wanted. I was being mischievous and didn't do much preamble. I went straight in. It was wet and warm inside,
slippery and slippery. Doing it like that didn't feel like anything; it was loose and slippery. I wiped it with some tissue and went in again.
This time it was much better, but still not stimulating enough. The people outside weren't involved, and we all felt something was missing.
Although my wife didn't say anything, after all, she had taken the medicine, and if we hadn't done anything, who would we be letting down?
I got out of bed, pulled my wife to the side of the bed, lifted her legs and went in. After a short while, I felt that
my ejaculation was not stable today and the urge to ejaculate was coming at any time. I pulled out my penis, let it hang for a while, picked up my wife horizontally and walked out
.
My wife struggled a little, but not violently. I looked into her eyes, and she looked back at me. After a while, I asked,
"Honey, will this cause any problems? Will your little guinea pig wake up?
" My wife shook her head. I asked again, "Is this okay?" My wife looked at me, didn't speak, and then rested her head
against me. I carried my wife out of the bedroom and placed her on the chaise lounge.
The boy was still fast asleep, lying on his back. I pulled his shirt up to his chest, and
from the chaise lounge, I could see the bottom of his underwear—everything I wanted to see. My wife was completely naked at this point,
and I didn't dare stare directly at her. She closed her eyes, waiting for me to penetrate her. Even before penetration, I was already very
aroused . My heart was pounding, almost exceeding its capacity. I didn't dare penetrate her now, or I would ejaculate prematurely.
I started kissing my wife's breasts and continued to touch her labia, this time very carefully, trying to arouse
her desire. Soon, my wife started moaning. I stopped what I was doing. My wife opened her eyes and looked at me.
I took her hand and pointed to the boy's genitals. My wife kept shaking her head and pouting. I walked over to
her and slowly guided her hand towards the boy's thigh.
My wife looked into my eyes, and I nodded affirmatively. My wife stopped looking at me and let me put my hand
on the boy's penis, applying a little pressure to her hand. My wife grabbed the penis, and then I started kissing my wife's breasts,
my hand quickly touching her labia, without penetrating. My wife's hand just mechanically gripped the boy's penis without moving,
her eyes closed and moaning.
I grabbed my wife's arm and moved it slightly. My wife looked at me and obediently began to stroke the boy's penis. I
started my wife's mouth, my hand touching her breasts. My wife kissed me very excitedly, sucking on my tongue, her hand never
stopping.
I slid down and kissed my wife's labia. My wife was very excited, but I could see that my wife's desire hadn't been
fully released yet; the boy's penis remained half-erect. I walked over, grabbed the boy's pants by the sides
, and pulled them all down. My wife let go, looking at me in surprise; his penis was erect on
his stomach. Then I spread one of his legs, his lower body facing the chaise lounge, and I had my wife climb on
top of me. I entered her from behind.
My wife supported herself, her face pressed against the boy's penis. With each thrust, she swayed forward,
her breasts swaying. I pressed her face hard against his penis from behind, until her face was pressed against it, her
nose buried in his pubic hair. I thrust into her forcefully, and she hummed softly.
I whispered from behind, "Suck it," but she shook her head. I repeated it several times, but she refused. I
continued thrusting rapidly, letting the pleasure wash over me, while my wife's vagina twitched intermittently.
Normally, I would wait for my wife to climax together, but I wasn't satisfied today and intentionally wanted to leave
her (a netizen once said that you shouldn't feed your wife too much; she needs to feel hungry to eat other things).
So I made up my mind and started thrusting quickly.
My wife noticed the problem and kept saying, "Honey, wait for me, wait for me." I was already at
my limit , so I quickly pulled out and ejaculated on my wife's back.
My wife turned around and looked at me resentfully: "You did this on purpose! It's so annoying! I haven't even had my fill yet! What am I going to do
? You have to take responsibility!"
I said, "No, I just ejaculated." Then I gestured with my lips, "Don't you still have your little white one?" Then I
smiled mischievously.
My wife casually picked up my penis and flicked it around, "That one? You're really bullying me."
I said, "I believe you have a way (I remembered I had ejaculated that night, and I thought my wife would definitely have a solution),
you should go wash up."
I pushed my wife into the bathroom and said I was going to sleep. When I came back, I connected the security camera and started
recording .
I lay down on the bed and started to sleep without putting on any clothes. I quickly drifted off to sleep; I
was exhausted from having sex and slept soundly and quickly.
In my dream, I felt something envelop my penis, something warm, and then my legs were pressed down,
moving gently. I was actually awake, but not wanting my wife to waste time on me, I turned over and went back to sleep.
My wife muttered, "This is so annoying! If this keeps up, I'm really going to go outside to take care of it." As she said this, my penis got
hard , but I hid it well; no one saw it.
This time, I became more awake. The bed shook for a while as my wife lay there; I knew she was probably masturbating. Her
breathing was trembling, and I felt a little guilty. After a while, my wife gave up. She had difficulty achieving
orgasm on her own unless she used a toy!
My wife sat up, sighed, got out of bed, and went naked to the living room. The bedroom light was off,
and my wife had plugged in a nightlight on the sofa, making it easy to see. The boy's penis was still dangling on his stomach,
showing no signs of arousal. My wife didn't go to the chaise lounge; she sat directly on the sofa, scrutinizing the boy, occasionally
touching his face. I knew it was his face that had captivated her, and I wanted to make it happen just this once.
I watched her gently stroke his face, touching his nose, then his lips, then sniffing his hair
, rubbing her face against his, and gently touching his lips to hers. Then she stood up, her
face beaming.
After doing all this, she took the boy's hand and placed it on her breast, kneading it vigorously. My wife
closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation, without touching his limp penis. After a while, my wife did something that
surprised me: she took the boy's exposed hand and placed it on her vulva, clamping it between her legs and
starting to twist. The boy's arm moved along with her movements.
With his hand still inside, my wife's attention shifted; she lifted the boy's t-shirt, revealing his nipples, and
kissed each one. I saw the boy's penis twitch slightly. Then my wife moved downwards, inhaling the scent of his genitals and stroking his penis with
her nose . It was incredibly erotic; my penis was rock hard
.
My wife continued to pull the foreskin down, and once it was completely back, I saw the boy's penis was erect and
throbbing . My wife tightened her grip on his penis, rubbing it vigorously, then glanced back towards the bedroom
to make sure I wasn't there. She then picked up a wet wipe from the coffee table and gently
wiped the , cleaning the entire penis.
By this time, the boy's penis was already hard. His wife approached it, licked it with her tongue, and took it in her mouth
for a few moments, without doing much else. When she released it, it was glistening with her saliva. She
then took her hand out, which was covered in her vaginal fluid. She took a wet wipe,
carefully cleaned it, and then examined it before putting it down. She turned over and, like sitting on a toilet, guided the penis
towards , but couldn't get it aligned. Finally, she placed one foot on the floor and the other on the sofa, then
squatted down.
Watching the penis get closer and closer to her vagina, my heart pounded with excitement.
Finally my wife took the penis and slid it across her labia, immediately tilting her head back in excitement. Then she continued
to slide it, and her moans filled the air. I knew she was close to climaxing.
At that moment, the movement was too forceful, and the penis entered the vagina. The wife, momentarily distracted, sat down. Afraid of waking
the boy , she leaned forward, supporting herself with her hands – a standard missionary position. At this point, she didn't care about
anything else; she was already close to climaxing. Small movements caused the penis to circle inside her vagina, and unconsciously, her breasts
circled against the boy's stomach.
Perhaps because she was so engrossed, she didn't notice the boy was also approaching. I could see his testicles
tightening, a sign of impending ejaculation, but the wife was also about to climax.
Just then, the unexpected happened. The boy suddenly grabbed his wife with both hands and thrust rapidly a few times.
The wife didn't move, but those few thrusts were enough to bring her to orgasm. The boy pressed tightly against her vagina,
ejaculating repeatedly. The boy didn't wake up, and the wife didn't panic. Her mouth was wide open, unable to make a sound, her body
stiff and convulsing. It seemed this was the boy's subconscious action.
I realized then – he hadn't used a condom and had ejaculated inside her. My wife hesitated for a moment, then, taking advantage of the boy's momentary lapse in concentration,
quickly got up, covered her genitals with her hand, and rushed into the bathroom. The sound of flushing filled the air.
The boy's penis was covered in semen and a white, sticky substance, and he remained unconscious.
Taking advantage of this moment, I turned off the monitor, lay on the bed, my erection throbbing, too afraid to
masturbate drifted off to sleep.
I woke up in the morning needing to urinate, and saw my wife still asleep, a satisfied look on her face, sleeping so soundly. I slowly got out of bed,
opened the door, and glanced at the boy on the sofa. He had put his shorts back on and was still sleeping in the same position.
I slowly walked over and peered through his shorts. The scene of the crime had been cleaned up; there was no smell of semen, and
his penis lay there obediently. I breathed a sigh of relief, looked at his handsome face, and turned to go to the bathroom. The
boy stayed there for the next week, and similar incidents occurred several more times, but we didn't confront
him. My wife always seemed reluctant to touch the boy in front of me, even though it had been so intense on the very first day. Although the result
was unexpected, my wish to let my wife experience other men's feelings was fulfilled.
Finally finished writing. Real stories are sometimes not as perfect as fictional ones; for example, the boy was asleep the whole time.
But facts are facts.
The End

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