The wife's other man

For a time (and still now), I only browsed cuckoldry articles online, fantasizing about my wife being fucked to death by other men, especially those with particularly thick and long penises, veins bulging, glistening black, thrusting in and out of my wife's wet, juicy vagina, scraping the tender flesh inside. It really made me lustful and hard as iron. I remember bringing up that person again was my initiative. It was during a routine sex session when
I thrust my entire penis into my wife's vagina, trembling with excitement at the question I was about to ask. My wife sensed my emotions and arched her body, responding eagerly.
"Is it good?" I asked her breathlessly, thrusting quickly and violently. I didn't want to ask her this question when she was fully conscious, to avoid embarrassment and to prevent getting angry.
"Good...it's so good...ah...oh...fuck me to death." My wife was a little incoherent, her expression somewhat confused.
"It feels good...right?...Is it better than him?" I clearly heard a gurgling sound in my throat as I struggled to utter those words, while my thrusting speed noticeably increased.
"It feels better than him...ah..." my wife answered excitedly, without any hesitation or shame, so straightforward that it hurt me a little. Moreover, I felt her vaginal walls tighten and tremble.
"Have you compared me to that wild man of yours many times already?...I'll fuck you to death, you slut..." I excitedly thrust into her twice with a vengeful heart. Damn it, I hadn't even mentioned who he was, and she was already thinking of him, her pussy was reacting so strongly, she probably thought it was someone else's dick inside her cunt right now.
My wife, oblivious to my change, moaned lasciviously, "So good... Husband, you're the best now... Fuck me to death... Mmm... Fuck me faster..."
"Isn't he enjoying it?" I hoisted my wife's legs onto my shoulders, and thrust my penis in three times in quick succession, plunging it all the way into her overflowing vagina. The thrusting and shoving created a spray of fluid, accompanied by a series of moans. My
wife struggled to speak, her mouth agape, "Not good... Ah... Good... Good... I'm dying..."
"Does he enjoy it this much too?" I withdrew my penis from her warm passage once more, then, like a pile driver on a construction site, slammed it back in.
My wife let out a comfortable "oh," moaning, "He didn't fuck me well... not at all... Husband... you fuck me well... Husband... I can't live without you... Ah..." She struggled to lift her head, stretching out her arms to hug me, but I didn't let go of her legs. Finally, she cried out helplessly, "Oh oh," her hands squeezing her two plump white breasts tightly together from both sides.
"He didn't fuck you well, yet you let him fuck you so many times?... Ah, you slut, are you that horny?"
"..." I pressed my wife's legs against her chest, her buttocks raised high, her body in a U-shape. Under my rapid thrusts, she was already out of breath: "...Oh... my... slut... is... fucked to pieces... fucked to pieces... ah... fucked to death..."
I was running out of steam, my mind blank as if I were lacking oxygen. I haven't done much physical exercise in the past two years, and my body isn't what it used to be. It's been at least 45 minutes since penetration, and this intense piston-like movement is exhausting.
My wife slowly recovered from the earlier frenzy and started to feel sorry for me: "Honey, take a break... take a break before we continue..." She writhed around me like a snake aroused by lust.
I was indeed a bit tired, so I lay on top of her without moving. My wife immediately wrapped her legs around my buttocks like an octopus, her arms tightly wrapped around me, as if afraid my penis would slip out of her vagina. Her vaginal walls pulsed, sometimes tight, sometimes loose, biting at my shaft.
I rubbed my cheek against her earlobe: "Have you two fucked a hundred times?" I was surprised at how open-minded and generous I had become. I remembered the first time I found out she had spent the night at that man's place, I went to his door with a kitchen knife in my pocket. But now, apart from my voice being a little distorted with excitement, I didn't hold any resentment towards him.
"Hmm, you're so annoying..." My wife slapped my buttocks and started to act coy.
"Did you?" I started moving my hips.
"No..." My wife hugged me tighter.
"Then how many times?"
"..." My wife seemed to hesitate.
"Wife, tell me, I won't be angry." As she spoke, she increased the speed of her thrusts.
"4-5 times... ah," under the pressure of my penis, my wife got into the mood again.
"Really... no more than 5 times... ah... so good... hurry up and fuck me... husband..."
"I don't believe you." I stopped moving: "If you don't tell the truth, I'm not doing it anymore."
"Really, husband, just 5 times... please, fuck me, fuck me, husband... I can't take it anymore." My wife gritted her teeth and endured, her whole body was burning hot.
"Was it your own choice or did he force you?" Of course I knew that she had entered his house and slept with him, but I still hoped to hear her say something else.
"Yes..." She quickly used both hands to hug my buttocks.
Before she finished speaking, I thrust in suddenly: "You filthy bitch, you actually spread your cunt and let someone fuck you... I'm going to fuck you to death today... fuck... I'm going to fuck your stinking cunt raw... Do you still dare to let other men fuck you?... Hmm?" I thrust wildly.
"I won't dare, husband... I'll never dare... let other men fuck me again... You alone almost fucked me to death... It feels so good... Ahh... My cunt is all fucked raw." My wife arched her body, her head moving constantly.
I couldn't hold back anymore, an intense pleasure was surging uncontrollably into my brain, I held her moving head firmly with both hands, and slammed my buttocks down on her with all my might.
One thrust, two thrusts, three thrusts, and finally, a deep penetration: "I'm shooting...shooting...ooh...ooh..." I trembled, my mind blank again, losing consciousness. One thrust, two thrusts, three thrusts, with each powerful thud of my penis, streams of semen erupted like a volcano, sizzling against the walls of her vagina.
My wife's mouth was open but she couldn't make a sound, only swallowing repeatedly, gurgling sounds coming from her throat.
The intense orgasm lasted for nearly a minute before I collapsed weakly onto my wife, panting. My wife clung to me like an octopus, moaning "husband, husband" while frantically licking my face.
We hadn't made love so wildly in so long.
Looking at my wife's curvaceous, smooth waist as she lay on her side, my heart was filled with love. I rolled over and embraced her, my wife lowered her head, and my left arm reached under her neck to grasp one of her large breasts.
What must be faced must be faced eventually. I turned my wife's face towards me: "Was it comfortable?"
My wife closed her eyes and swayed: "Comfortable..."
I kissed her lips. She struggled a few times but then accepted, and even more passionately sucked on my saliva and tongue. After finally
breaking free, my wife's seductive eyes were full of tenderness as she blinked and looked at me: "Honey, I feel so good, how about you?"
"Me too." I slowly stroked her and said, "...Tell me how he did it, okay?"
"What's there to say?" My wife said shyly, burying her head in my chest, "It's all the same, what's there to say?"
"Tell me, it's okay." I encouraged her, "It's been so long, I've long since let it go."
"Really come to terms with it? You don't hate me at all anymore?" My wife asked me, tilting her head up.
"Really, I've figured it out. Just think of it as my bicycle being stolen, ridden around, and then found again," I joked.
"You're the broken bicycle..." my wife playfully poked my waist, retorting.
The atmosphere livened up, and we were both excited during the conversation. I had my wife turn her back to me, and then I thrust into her again.
She said they'd only done it five or six times, not the hundreds I'd imagined.
Listening to my wife describe her lover's impressive size, imagining that thick, black penis thrusting in and out of her willingly open vagina without restraint, jealousy and lust alternated, burning my penis hard and swollen. I thrust and pounded inside her vagina with all my might.
Finally, my wife reached her third orgasm under my frenzied thrusting, and I ejaculated, exhausted. Afterwards, my wife said tenderly, "I still love yours. It's just the right size for me, it made me feel so good."
My wife is more rational than me. She didn't take any risks because of greed. Our son is so lovely, and our family is so wonderful. Why would we want to destroy it?

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