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Since marrying my wife, I've had thoughts of cuckolding her. However, back then, we were newlyweds, deeply in love, and those thoughts were faint. Occasionally, while browsing forums, fragments would flash through my mind, but they were fleeting and never particularly strong.

Eight years into our marriage, with children six or seven years old, our sex life has lost its initial passion. I'm not bragging, but back in school, my wife was the most beautiful girl in our department. It took me a lot of effort to win her over. I remember the time after I took her virginity; I could have sex with her three to five times a day. We'd practically be hard as soon as I was inside her, and I was practically depleting my reserves.

But eight years have passed quickly. We have children, we have a house, but our feelings have faded considerably. Having sex once a month is considered good; each time feels like chewing wax—tasteless, yet too good to throw away. Our daily arguments have increased, and I've been reflecting on myself, wondering how we can go back to how things were. The cuckolding thoughts have started to grow stronger in my mind.

Lately, I've been reading articles about cuckolding on forums. Every time I read one, I get incredibly excited, fantasizing that I'm the male protagonist in the story. My penis gets hard and hot, much harder than when I'm with my wife. My wife has discovered this not-so-secret secret.

One day, I was engrossed in an article on the forum, so focused that I didn't notice my wife behind me. Just as I reached a crucial moment, I suddenly heard a loud slam on the table, which startled me. I glared at the source of the sound and saw my wife, Zhang Di, staring at me with a resentful expression.

"What are you looking at? How can you be like this?" My wife glared at me, her eyes practically spitting fire. Not satisfied, she shoved me on the shoulder and continued to berate me, "No wonder you're always like a spineless coward, you're eyeing other people's wives." Hearing my wife hit a nerve, my anger flared up instantly. Indeed, lately when I've been having sex with my wife, my penis has always been in a semi-erect state. My wife's vagina is still the same, only her labia minora are slightly darker than when I first had sex with her, and her lower abdomen is slightly protruding after giving birth. Among the married women I've seen online, few can compare to my wife, but every time I have sex with her and look at her familiar body, I just can't muster the energy. Touching her smooth body, I can't get excited at all. It's like my left hand holding my right hand, so familiar it's almost unbearable.

Right now, I just want another man to stare at my wife naked, to see him drooling, just like when I first saw her naked, that wolfish gaze. If I could watch that man lick my wife's vulva from bottom to top, I'd be rock hard. That man thrusting his penis deep into my wife's vagina, and me masturbating beside him, would be a hundred times more exciting than if I were to penetrate her myself. Finally, a thick stream of semen would shoot in, and I'd ejaculate into my wife's belly at the same time—that would send me soaring to the heavens.

Unfortunately, all of this can only remain in my fantasies. I know I have a strong cuckold fetish, a desire to find my former self again, to return to the beautiful times I shared with my wife. But I can't do it alone. Only by letting my wife be with another man can I find some of my former self. So, my desire to be cuckolded is perfectly understandable.

But now my wife doesn't understand me, and I can't explain it to her because she's a rather traditional woman. Even when we're having sex, she's not willing to do anything slightly shameful. I have to beg her a lot before she'll cooperate a little. If I were to ask her to go find another man to have sex with, it would be harder than climbing to heaven.

Faced with my wife's questioning, I appeared furious, but inwardly I was deeply troubled. Unable to express this distress to her, I resorted to arguing to vent my frustration: "So what if I'm eyeing other men's wives? It's all because you're like a log in bed, how can I get any energy? You're a wimp, it's all your fault!" My wife pointed at me angrily, her breathing rapid, clearly very angry with me. She couldn't utter a word for a long time until her breathing calmed down slightly, then she sneered, her tone mocking: "I'm like a log, why don't you say you're no good? You can't even last a few seconds, and you blame me for your own incompetence." "I...I..." A thousand words escaped my lips. My anger erupted at my wife's repeated mockery, my mind burning. Without thinking, I slapped her across the face. Immediately afterward, I regretted it. In all our years of marriage, this was the first time I'd ever hit my wife.

"You...you actually dared to hit me!" My wife covered her face where I had just slapped her, tears welling up in her eyes. She stared at me for a long time, remaining silent. Finally, after hearing no apology from me, she angrily turned and ran out of the house.

Seeing her run out, I didn't stop her. Instead, I watched her departing figure, feeling an indescribable frustration. I regretted that slap. I buried my hands in my hair, blaming myself for acting so weakly. However, a series of events that followed turned out to be a blessing in disguise for my mistake.

I only heard about it from my wife later. Let me start from what happened after she stormed out of the house. My wife was walking down the street. The early summer night was still a little chilly. She wasn't dressed warmly; she had just gotten off work that day and was still wearing her office attire: a black stockings skirt and a women's blazer. In the workplace, she would have looked very capable, but walking down the cool street, she hugged her shoulders, looking particularly forlorn.

My wife wandered aimlessly for a long time. She was a little tired. Looking up, she happened to see an unnamed bar on the side of the street and went in without thinking. She was in a terrible mood and wanted to numb herself with alcohol. Sitting at the bar, she ordered a cheap cocktail and drank it alone.

This bar wasn't high-class; its regulars were mostly street thugs. It was quite rare to see a sophisticated woman like my wife patronizing it. So, as soon as she walked in, a few thugs noticed her. After observing for a while, they realized she was drinking alone, and seemingly in silence, because she kept wiping her eyes with her hand. These thugs, seasoned veterans of the underworld, could tell at a glance that she was either heartbroken or had argued with her husband, hence the solitary figure.

One of the ringleaders gave his men a wink. His men were shrewd; they knew exactly what their boss meant. Their boss was definitely interested in my wife; they were used to this kind of thing.

The leader of the thugs approached my wife, deliberately trying to attract her attention. He feigned surprise and said, "Hey, beautiful, haven't we met somewhere before?" My wife wasn't an naive young woman; she completely ignored this old-fashioned approach, taking another sip of her drink, intending to go home after a few more sips. But the leader didn't seem to care.

He suddenly turned to look at the ground, exclaiming in surprise, "Hey, what's that lipstick roll on the ground? Did it fall out when you paid the bill?" This time, my wife's attention was drawn to it. She turned to look at the ground and indeed, there was a tube of lipstick at her feet. My wife's eyesight wasn't great, and she couldn't make out the exact shape of the lipstick, so she slightly turned her body to get a closer look. Little did she know that as she turned her head, one of the thugs behind her quickly pulled out a tube of pink powder and poured it into the drink she was drinking.

At this point, the leader of the thugs started to act all attentive. He pretended to lean down, trying to delay picking up the lipstick. My wife's attention was focused on the lipstick, and she had no idea that the wine in her glass had been spiked. The pink powder poured into her glass completely mixed with the wine in just a few seconds, and there was no difference in the original wine at all.

The leader of the thugs picked up the lipstick from the ground and handed it to my wife. She glanced at it and knew it wasn't hers. She placed it on the bar and said calmly, "This isn't mine. You've got the wrong person." Then, ignoring the leader, she took a sip from her glass, then looked at him again without a second glance. Seeing that she had drunk her drink, the leader stopped bothering her. He considered her his prey for the night, just waiting for the drug to take effect so he could make his move.

My wife sat at the bar for a while longer. Noticing the leader glancing at her intentionally or unintentionally, she started to feel scared. The cheap liquor in the bar was also making her dizzy, so she got up and tried to leave.

But as soon as she got off the bar stool, she started to lose control. She was extremely dizzy, everything in front of her was spinning, and she was unsteady on her feet, about to fall. Just as she swayed, a hand reached out and caught her. Who else could it be but the leader of the thugs?

"Beautiful lady, are you alright? Let me help you to a private room to rest. You can sober up before going back," the leader of the thugs said, feigning concern. Before my wife could agree, he forcibly helped her towards a private room. He knew the effects of his pink powder drug; it would first make the woman dizzy, then render her unable to resist, and finally turn her into a complete slut.

At this point, my wife certainly didn't want to go to a private room with the leader of the thugs, but as a woman, and with her limbs somewhat out of her control, she had absolutely no ability to resist as the leader of the thugs forcibly helped her towards the private room.

Dragging and pulling, my wife was led by the leader of the thugs to a private room in the bar. During this time, the leader pinched her breasts several times; the soft texture made his steps quicken.

Inside the room was a spacious sofa, large enough for one person to easily lie down. Upon entering, the leader threw my wife onto the sofa. His original plan was to wait for the aphrodisiac to take effect before having sex with her, but seeing her suit skirt and alluring black stockings, he couldn't wait that long. After

being thrown onto the sofa, my wife was completely powerless. Her legs were spread wide, her skirt flipped up, the black stockings tightly hugging her shapely thighs, making her exposed areas appear very alluring. She was fully aware of her condition; she wanted to pull her skirt down and stand up, but she had no strength to move. She could only weakly support herself on the sofa, looking extremely pitiful.

The leader of the thugs knelt between my wife's legs, shamelessly roaming his hands over her black stockings. The smooth stockings aroused him, moving from her calves to her thighs, then from her thighs back to her crotch, finally settling on her groin.

He gently pressed a few times, exclaiming, "So soft! Don't bother, beautiful. I've used this drug on countless women, and no one has ever escaped my grasp. You don't need to struggle anymore. Just cooperate obediently, and after I'm done, I'll let you go home tomorrow." At this moment, one of the henchmen next to him, drooling over my wife's body, quickly moved closer to the leader and said, "Brother, after you're done, let the brothers have a taste too. This kind of quality is rare; we haven't had any yet..." "You've been with such a beautiful woman before!" The leader of the thugs leered at my wife's crotch. He waved his hand impatiently and said, "You'll get your share. Tonight's the end of the day. Once I've opened all three of this woman's holes, the rest are yours. What's the rush? Go stand guard and don't spoil my fun." The henchmen didn't dare bother the leader anymore and wisely went to the door, but their eyes never left my wife's body, their eyes practically glued to her.

The leader rubbed my wife's vulva with his thumb for a long time. After he finished, he put his finger to his nose, smelled it, and chuckled lewdly. In his heart, he thought, "This is truly a divine artifact. If I could smell this slutty scent every day, I wouldn't need to eat. It's so enjoyable."

My wife is naturally very sensitive and gets wet very quickly. After someone pressed on her vulva, her body involuntarily twitched a few times, and her vagina had already started secreting fluids, although several layers of fabric were still blocking them from flowing out.

The leader of the thugs wasn't satisfied with just smelling the fingers; he plunged his head into my wife's crotch, first licking the stockings covering her thighs, leaving glistening saliva on her black stockings. Then, the leader aimed his mouth at my wife's vulva and licked it hard, his tongue almost reaching inside her vagina through the stockings and panties.

The ringleader was clearly dissatisfied with this half-hearted approach. Impatient, he grabbed my wife's thigh and forcefully tore a slit in her stockings, revealing her bright pink lace panties. Because of the stockings still on her legs, it was difficult for him to remove them. He simply pushed the panties aside, revealing my wife's slightly darkened labia.

The room fell silent. The ringleader and his henchmen all stared at my wife's labia minora, the sounds of them swallowing echoing throughout the room. Everyone's eyes began to gleam with lust. If it weren't for the ringleader's intimidating presence, the henchmen would likely have already been vying to penetrate my wife's vulva.

The leader of the thugs was closest, and he could clearly see that some fluid was seeping from my wife's vulva. He knew his aphrodisiac hadn't kicked in yet, but the woman in front of him was already aroused, which excited him greatly. He couldn't help but reach out and pinch my wife's labia minora with his fingers, calculating which position would be best for him to have sex with her later. He felt that such a beautiful vulva shouldn't be wasted.

Suddenly, a loud bang interrupted the leader of the thugs' thoughts. His fingers were still pinching my wife's vulva, but he turned around to look for the source of the loud bang. But when he turned around, he saw a large foot flying towards him. In the blink of an eye, the foot was right in front of him. The leader of the thugs couldn't react at all, not even to dodge, and was kicked directly in the face.

The leader of the thugs' heads lolled to the side, and he collapsed to the ground unconscious. The man who kicked him was a man in his thirties with a square face and thick eyebrows, looking quite dashing. After knocking the leader unconscious, he turned and glared angrily at the other henchmen in the private room, shouting, "Do you have no regard for the law? How dare you do this in public! I've already called the police. You'd better deal with it yourselves!" The henchmen stared at each other, too afraid to move. They had been so engrossed in watching my wife's vulva that they hadn't even had time to react when the man kicked the door open. Seeing that he had knocked their boss unconscious, they hesitated to approach. The man's domineering demeanor instilled fear in the henchmen.

The thug who tried to rape my wife earlier had a bit more guts. He threw away his cigarette butt and rushed over in a few strides, trying to kick the man just like the previous one. But as soon as he raised his foot, the man sidestepped and hooked the thug's supporting leg, causing him to fall straight to the ground. The man then kicked the thug in the neck, knocking him unconscious. Seeing this,

the remaining thugs didn't dare to go any further. Although they wanted to run, they didn't dare abandon their boss because he was still there. Just then, they heard the faint sound of police sirens in the distance. Remembering the man's words about calling the police, the thugs immediately panicked and scattered like birds, running frantically out of the private room.

Seeing the remaining people leave, the man finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had only noticed this place after seeing the leader of the thugs put drugs in my wife's drink. He listened for a while at the door of the private room but couldn't hear my wife's voice, so he knew something was wrong. Without thinking much, he broke down the door and went in.

Although he knew he could handle the remaining henchmen, he wasn't sure how many thugs were left in the bar, and he didn't know how to deal with them if they pulled out weapons. Even though he was a martial artist, a normal person couldn't fight off a group of people.

After the henchmen ran away, the man quickly straightened my wife's clothes, his gaze lingering on her crotch for only half a second before he dared not look again. He couldn't bring himself to take advantage of her, especially given the danger. He quickly helped my wife out of the bar.

Only after she was in his car did the man finally relax. He hadn't called the police; he was just trying to scare the thugs. Calling the police would cause too much trouble, and he knew he could handle it himself, so he didn't want to create that problem. After driving for a while, completely out of the bar area, the man parked the car on the side of the road, looked at my wife in the passenger seat, and asked, "Miss, where do you live? I'll take you home." My wife had seen everything that had happened. Now that the danger was over, the effects of the drug were starting to take hold, and her mind was becoming hazy. She leaned weakly against... Slumped back in her chair, she weakly asked, "Who are you? Why am I here?" The man sighed, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, and poured a mouthful into my wife's mouth before saying, "My name is Zhang Tianhai. I'm the one who rescued you from the bar. Where do you live? I'll take you home now!" My wife's consciousness was fading, her body burning with heat. She rubbed her legs together frantically, unable to answer Zhang Tianhai. She shook her head repeatedly, trying to clear her head, but all her efforts were in vain.

Zhang Tianhai saw her struggles as utterly helpless. Unable to find out where she lived and unable to stay on the street any longer, he restarted the car and drove to her apartment building. Before getting out, he checked on her again. By then, she was almost unconscious, unresponsive to any questions. Although her strength was returning, her mind was extremely clouded. She felt intensely hot and wanted to take off her clothes, but the car was too cramped.

Zhang Tianhai helped my wife into the elevator. My wife hugged Zhang Tianhai's back, feeling a strong masculine presence. She reached out her other hand and kneaded Zhang Tianhai's chest. Because she was standing, she was very unsteady, and every few movements she seemed about to fall. Fortunately, Zhang Tianhai was strong enough to steady her each time.

As soon as they entered the room, my wife started drooling. She was leaning on Zhang Tianhai's shoulder, and the drool dripped directly onto his neck, leaving Zhang Tianhai quite helpless. He had no choice but to put my wife on the sofa while he went to the bathroom to wash himself before settling her in.

After washing up, Zhang Tianhai came out of the bathroom and was stunned by what he saw. His wife had taken off her coat, revealing a thin knitted sweater that accentuated her full breasts. She had her legs spread wide on the sofa, forming an M-shape. The aphrodisiac had taken effect. His wife placed her delicate fingers on her vulva, her panties already pulled aside. Her fingers were constantly rubbing her clitoris, and a clear fluid was flowing from her vulva, forming a long, thin thread as it clung to her fingers. Her black stockings were also torn. His wife looked incredibly wanton.

The lewd scene strongly stimulated Zhang Tianhai's vision and nerves. His penis immediately became erect. Having been divorced from his wife for over half a year, he had been living alone and hadn't been with any woman for almost a year. This scene made his blood rush to his head. He told himself not to look, but he couldn't control his eyes, which remained fixed on his wife's vulva, unwilling to look away.

Zhang Tianhai, true to his martial arts background, possessed remarkable self-control. After a period of distraction, he forced himself to regain his composure. He resisted the urge to look at my wife's vulva, walked over to her, and picked up her discarded blazer, intending to cover her legs.

However, as he bent down to pick it up, my wife sensed someone beside her. Desperate for a man's satisfaction, she frantically reached for Zhang Tianhai, grabbing his neck. With a slight pull, she drew his head towards her, placing his mouth directly on her vulva.

A salty, fishy taste filled Zhang Tianhai's mouth, instantly numbing his senses. Having not tasted flesh for nearly a year, he was utterly captivated by this long-lost flavor. He involuntarily inhaled deeply, swallowing all of my wife's vaginal fluid. His mouth was sticky, a mixture of salty, fishy, and pungent flavors, making it impossible for him to look away.

"Ah...husband, suck harder, I'm giving myself to you." My wife cried out in a trembling voice. She was completely lost at this moment, no longer knowing where she was. Since losing her virginity, she had only experienced this sensation with me. Now that her lower body was being stimulated, she naturally mistook me for the person below her. She longed for her "husband" to work harder, to let her suppressed sexual desires be fully released.

When Zhang Tianhai heard my wife call him "husband," his body suddenly paused. He wanted to get away, but my wife had already aroused the desire deep within him. Having tasted my wife's fluids, he was like a hungry wolf that had tasted blood, and he couldn't let go of the meat that was right in front of him. He kept reassuring himself, anyway, this woman also regarded me as her husband. As long as I didn't say anything tomorrow, probably no one would know.

Thinking of this, Zhang Tianhai became reckless. After sucking several mouthfuls of my wife's vaginal fluid, he skillfully took her labia minora into his mouth, savoring every inch of skin with his tongue. His hot mouth almost melted her labia minora.

The aphrodisiac in my wife's body had already taken effect. She had no idea who was beneath her. Her two rounded thighs kept pulling inward, trying to arch her mons pubis outward to cooperate with the man's licking. After her labia minora were sucked into his mouth, my wife's body began to tremble involuntarily, bouncing up and down rhythmically several times. Then, the vaginal fluid in her vagina began to gush out, and she could feel how much fluid was flowing out.

Zhang Tianhai's chin was soaked with my wife's vaginal fluid, the viscous liquid dripping down his chin and onto the ground, leaving a long, thin trail. He parted her labia minora and immediately took her clitoris into his mouth. He used his lips to peel back the outer skin of her clitoris and then teased it with his nimble tongue, making my wife's body tremble even more, and the fluid flowing from her vulva increased even more.

"Husband, no! No, I can't take it anymore, hurry up and put your cock in, hurry up!" My wife couldn't bear the stimulation of her clitoris, she cried out incoherently, wanting the man below her to put his cock into her vulva. Seeing that the man below ignored her, my wife became extremely excited. She grabbed the man's head and pressed it hard against her vulva, if possible, she wanted to stuff the man's head into her vulva.

"Husband, please hurry up and put it in! I'll do whatever you want!" My wife was so desperate to fill her pussy that she didn't care about anything else. If I had been there, I would have been overjoyed. Even now, when I hear about it, I'm still incredibly excited.

But Zhang Tianhai didn't understand what my wife meant. He wasn't paying attention to her words. The delicious taste in his mouth was intoxicating. He unbuckled his belt with one hand and quickly pulled down his pants. His penis was already erect, but he didn't rush to insert it. Instead, he played with my wife's pussy even more vigorously.

Zhang Tianhai laid my wife down on the sofa. He turned to his side and was still between my wife's legs. One hand spread my wife's thighs to prevent her from closing them, while the other hand roamed over my wife's black stockings, gently pinching her thighs covered by the stockings. The smooth feel excited him so much that he wanted to put it in his mouth. But his mouth wasn't idle. He kept sucking on my wife's clitoris, tasting the lustful fluid flowing from her vulva.

Luckily, Zhang Tianhai's sofa was big enough. Kneeling on the floor was uncomfortable for him, so after laying my wife down, he lay on his side on the sofa, his hard penis aimed directly at her. My wife's hands were already groping around aimlessly, and now a hot penis was placed in front of her. She grasped it tightly, like a lifeline, unwilling to let go.

People often act subconsciously. After grabbing the hot penis, my wife first vigorously stroked it a few times. Just as Zhang Tianhai was giving her another intense stimulation of her clitoris, my wife, without thinking, took the penis into her mouth. After years of training, my wife's skill in sucking penis had improved dramatically; the penis moved left and right in her mouth, never touching her teeth.

My wife's tongue was incredibly nimble. After circling the coronal sulcus of the glans, her tongue tip directly touched the urethral opening. She gently touched it, then circled it around the opening until the entire glans was within her licking range. After a while, my wife still wasn't satisfied, so she sucked hard, almost creating a vacuum in her mouth, sucking her cheeks in. It was clear how hard she was sucking.

With Zhang Tianhai's penis in her mouth, my wife moved her head back and forth, wanting to take it all in. She held Zhang Tianhai's muscular thighs with both hands, trying to get as much of his penis as possible into her mouth. One of her soft hands slipped through the crook of his leg and touched his testicles, the heavy weight giving her immense satisfaction.

Zhang Tianhai was licking my wife's vulva very diligently, but lying on their sides like that was really uncomfortable. He gently flipped my wife's legs over, placing her hips on his head. My wife cooperated perfectly, obediently straddling Zhang Tianhai's head, and no matter how she moved, she didn't spit out his penis.

Zhang Tianhai spread my wife's buttocks with both hands, partly to open her vulva wider, and partly to pull my wife's panties to the side. Because he was too impatient, he hadn't taken her panties off yet, but this made it look even more stimulating; the panties being pulled to one side gave off a sense of forced penetration.

My wife's vagina was still dripping with vaginal fluid, which smeared all over Zhang Tianhai's face and nose. He didn't wipe it away, staring intently at her vulva. A small hole appeared inside her labia, dark and bottomless. With each tremor of my wife's body, that hole contracted and relaxed, the flesh quivering with each contraction. The vaginal fluid flowed from that hole, an endless stream of it, showing no sign of stopping. Zhang Tianhai couldn't resist taking her vagina into his mouth again.

Since their positions had changed, it was much easier for my wife to suck his penis this time. She licked it from the base, thoroughly cleaning it, before taking it into her mouth again. This time, she wasn't satisfied and thrust the penis deep into her mouth. But before it was fully inside, she jerked her head down, shoving the penis down her throat.

The first time she tried deepthroating, she felt like she was suffocating, but this suffocation excited her to the extreme. Various glands in her body began to secrete fluids, all rushing up her spine to her brain. This feeling was a pleasure she had never experienced before, making her unwilling to immediately spit out the penis. Her throat contracted violently, she only wanted to get the maximum pleasure. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, she suddenly spat out the penis, gasping for breath.

Zhang Tianhai's penis had never experienced this kind of pleasure before. He didn't know that the contraction of a woman's throat could be even more intense than the contraction of her vagina. His penis, which hadn't been used for so long, couldn't withstand this kind of stimulation. If my wife hadn't spat it out in time, he definitely would have ejaculated. After experiencing that pleasure, he licked my wife's vagina even more diligently, curling his tongue and inserting it directly into the tender flesh, mimicking the thrusting motion of a penis, beginning to play with my wife's vagina with his tongue.

After a brief respite, my wife was still not satisfied and took my penis into her mouth again. She savored the same pleasure as before, and without thinking, she swallowed it as deeply as possible. Her throat contracted again, gripping my penis tightly, refusing to let it leave, until she could no longer bear it and finally moved her head away.

But what my wife didn't expect was that the moment my penis left her throat, thick semen spurted from its head. She choked on it, but her movement didn't stop; semen continued to spray from its head, landing on her mouth, her face, and even her nostrils.

After spitting out the penis, my wife started coughing violently, one hand covering her throat, tears streaming down her face from the choking. But she wouldn't let go of the penis with her other hand, wanting to adjust herself before putting it back in her mouth. Seeing this, Zhang Tianhai felt sorry for my wife. He held her buttocks and gently pushed her forward, then sat up abruptly, patting her back lightly, saying, "Are you alright? I couldn't help myself, I'm so sorry." My wife was still unconscious at this point and had no idea who was behind her; she thought... I sat directly on Zhang Tianhai's lap from behind her, my head resting on his shoulder. After taking a few deep breaths, I finally calmed down. She replied sweetly, "Honey, I want more, let's do it again. My little sister wants you to have a few more bites." What men most want to hear from women is "I want," and what they fear most is "I want more." Zhang Tianhai, who had just ejaculated, shuddered when my wife said she wanted more. He wasn't a naive young man. Although my wife was very alluring, no matter how strong he was, he couldn't get hard immediately after ejaculating. He needed some time to recover.

Zhang Tianhai crawled out from under my wife's pants, stood up, and saw the woman still writhing on the sofa. He was very excited, but he still felt he had to maintain some gentlemanly manners. He picked my wife up from the sofa and carried her directly into the bathroom. He had already filled the bathtub with water, hoping that a soak would help her wake up.

At this moment, my wife was completely out of control; all her actions were subconscious. Even if she wanted to take a bath, she wouldn't undress herself. Zhang Tianhai put my wife down from his arms, looked her up and down, shook his head, and sighed. He began to remove each of my wife's clothes one by one, from top to bottom, from the outside in. When he got to her underwear, Zhang Tianhai felt a little excited. My wife's thighs were still covered by torn black stockings. He had to remove the stockings little by little before he could take off her underwear.

Zhang Tianhai's trembling hands began to pull down my wife's stockings. He felt a deep reluctance, but in order to let my wife take a bath, he had to take off the stockings. Her fair, jade-like thighs were presented before Zhang Tianhai. The round and elastic skin of her legs made him a little dizzy. He touched my wife's buttocks and thighs several times before reluctantly letting go. When it came to taking off my wife's underwear, Zhang Tianhai's eyes were fixed on the place where my wife's legs met. He removed her underwear very slowly, feeling that this was a visual pleasure.

When her underwear was completely off, my wife stood in front of him with her legs together. The pubic hair on the upper edge of her vulva was very sparse. My wife's pubic hair was very distinctive; although sparse, each hair was very long and didn't curl. Every time before having sex with my wife, I liked to gather her pubic hair into a bunch and gently stroke it forward with two fingers—it was simply a pleasure.

Zhang Tianhai seemed to have a special fondness for my wife's pubic hair as well. He didn't play with it like I did; instead, he used his fingers to comb through my wife's sparse pubic hair. The smooth pubic hair brushed against his fingers, tickling him and making him feel itchy. Looking at my wife's vulva, which resembled that of a young girl, he kept swallowing his saliva. Zhang Tianhai's self-control was still very strong. Even in this situation, he didn't take out his penis to fuck my wife. Instead, he helped my wife into the bathtub, and after watching her enter the water, he quickly escaped from the bathroom.

Sitting on the sofa, Zhang Tianhai tried his best to calm himself down. He felt that his penis was about to revive again, and he forcibly restrained himself from rushing into the bathroom. Just then, he heard his wife's phone ring. He looked at the content displayed on the phone with curiosity, and an uncontrollable lust burst forth.

At that moment, I was filled with remorse at home. Seeing that my wife hadn't come home, I was extremely worried. I frantically sent WeChat messages to her phone, asking where she was. In the past, when we argued, my wife would ignore my messages, but I would keep sending them, letting her know what I was thinking.

This time was no exception. At first, the messages were normal, but later, I decided to confide in my wife. I admitted that I had a cuckoldry complex, and that this addiction was quite strong. I promised not to say such things again, just hoping my wife would forgive me quickly that day.

However, at that time, I didn't know that Zhang Tianhai had seen everything I said to my wife and even took photos as evidence. I thought my wife had seen it but just didn't want to answer me, that she had just found a place to sulk, and that she would probably forgive me the next day.

After seeing my WeChat message, Zhang Tianhai was shocked. He couldn't believe there were people like this in the world. Instead of enjoying his wife at home, he was thinking of letting others have sex with her so he could get pleasure from it. Zhang Tianhai looked at the glass door of the bathroom, and through that door was my wife. My message completely shattered his psychological barrier. He told himself that even if he rushed into the bathroom and had sex with that woman, her husband wouldn't be angry; on the contrary, he would be very excited. He believed that what he was doing wasn't wrong, but rather that he was helping that woman's husband.

Thinking of this, Zhang Tianhai could no longer control himself. He jumped up from the sofa and strode towards the bathroom. After entering, he saw my wife still lying in the bathtub, writhing back and forth, her consciousness still hazy. Obviously, the effects of the aphrodisiac had not worn off in her body. Zhang Tianhai's blood was rushing through his body, all converging on the penis hanging from his crotch. He quickly stripped himself naked, squatted down next to the bathtub, and did not rush to pick up my wife and have sex with her. Although his penis was already pressing against her belly, he still gentlemanly caressed every inch of my wife's skin, focusing on her breasts and mons pubis.

My wife felt the external caress, and her cherry-like nipples, already engorged and erect, now stood even higher, ready to be sucked into the man's mouth. Her body writhed even more violently, splashing water onto Zhang Tianhai. My wife murmured, "Husband, hurry, hurry!" Zhang Tianhai pinched my wife's nipple with his fingers, chuckled wickedly, and whispered in my wife's ear, "What do you want your husband to do faster?" Hearing a response, my wife let out a long moan and then used her long, slender hand... She pressed her finger against her vulva, murmuring, "Husband, hurry up and put your rod inside me, I feel so empty here!" Zhang Tianhai felt a burning desire within him, but didn't make any big moves. Instead, he released one nipple and slid his hand down my wife's arm to where her finger was pressing. Without any hesitation, Zhang Tianhai inserted a finger into her vulva, but asked again, "You have to tell your husband clearly where you want your rod to go, only then can your husband satisfy you!" My wife cried out excitedly, but Zhang Tianhai's finger insertion was like scratching an itch through a boot—the more you tease, the more you feel irritated. The more it itched, the more excited she became, her mouth watering. Unable to control her desire, she gasped, "It's where your finger goes in, honey. Hurry up and put your dick in." Zhang Tianhai was still not satisfied with my wife's answer. He used his finger to dig hard into my wife's vulva a few times, fully stimulating her sensitive area, and asked again, "Where exactly is my finger inserted? Tell me clearly, otherwise what will I do if my dick can't find its way in?" "Ah...!" My wife let out a long sound, her brows furrowed, struggling to get the sound out of her mouth. She blurted out, "Hurry up, husband, hurry up and put your stick inside my pussy! I really can't take it anymore!" Hearing this, Zhang Tianhai also erupted. He pulled my wife out of the bathtub with one hand and kissed her on the lips. After a few kisses, he wasn't satisfied. He licked my wife's face, following the trail of saliva from her mouth, and finally kissed her lips again. Their tongues swirled in their mouths, their saliva mingling and dripping from the corners of their mouths.

Zhang Tianhai flipped my wife over, making her hold onto the toilet seat, raising her beautiful buttocks high. Her labia majora and minora were prominent as her buttocks were raised, creating a very alluring scene. Her slightly darker anus was fully open, and every beautiful hole in her back seemed to be welcoming the man's arrival.

Zhang Tianhai, oblivious to the beautiful scene, had already secreted a large amount of prostatic fluid, waiting for a vaginal opening to slip inside. He took his penis and rubbed the glans around my wife's vulva, allowing his prostatic fluid to mix fully with the vaginal fluid flowing from her. Then, he aimed the glans at my wife's vulva and slowly pushed it in.

Zhang Tianhai intended to insert his penis slowly, but my wife couldn't wait. Once the penis was slightly inside her, she thrust her large buttocks back sharply, swallowing the entire penis into her vulva. A wave of pleasure surged through her throat, causing her to let out a long moan. Before Zhang Tianhai could even begin thrusting, my wife started moving on her own.

Seeing that things had progressed this far, Zhang Tianhai stopped playing hard to get. He moved in sync with my wife's movements, pulling his penis out to its maximum extent with each thrust, then pushing it as deep as possible into her vagina. After ejaculating once, the sensitivity of his penis had decreased considerably, and each insertion was unrestrained. He forcefully spread my wife's plump buttocks with both hands, as if trying to pry her open and insert his entire body into her—a truly frenzied act.

The fleshy buttocks were no longer enough for Zhang Tianhai's sensitivities. He reached under my wife's waist and began stimulating her clitoris with his fingertips. As the stimulation intensified, my wife's moans became increasingly uncontrollable, almost screaming.

After having sex in the bathroom for a while, Zhang Tianhai felt uncomfortable. He continued thrusting, grabbed a towel, and roughly wiped the water off both of their bodies. Then he bent down, grabbed my wife's breasts, and lifted her upper body off the toilet seat. His penis was still inside her, and he controlled the direction, making her take a step forward with each thrust. My wife, with Zhang Tianhai's penis inside her, walked into the bedroom.

Zhang Tianhai pushed my wife onto the bed, grabbed her ankles, and lifted her to the edge of the bed. He placed her legs on his shoulders, and with her legs supported, he thrust his penis back into her, pumping violently like a pile driver. The sound of his penis slapping echoed in the bedroom; if I had been in that room, my eardrums would have been pounded.

Zhang Tianhai's hands weren't idle either. His penis moved in and out of my wife's slit, while his hands kneaded my wife's breasts into various shapes to further stimulate his senses. Her nipples were already erect, and the texture in his hands was incredibly satisfying. Coupled with my wife's moans, no man could resist such a scene.

My wife's slit became increasingly wet and slippery, and with each thrust of his penis, a large amount of vaginal fluid was drawn out. Zhang Tianhai's penis was already covered in a layer of white foam. After a while, with a loud cry from my wife, her body trembled violently, and a large amount of clear fluid gushed out from her slit, soaking the area around Zhang Tianhai's penis.

Zhang Tianhai felt his penis enveloped in liquid; the warmth made him lose control and ejaculate, thick streams of semen shooting into my wife's vagina. He pulled his penis out, his semen flowing out with a sound like ordinary farting—air being forced into her vagina by the piston-like motion. Zhang Tianhai looked at my wife's vulva with satisfaction; this lewd masterpiece was all his doing.

[The End]

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