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Dear Mr. Cuckold, perhaps using the word "darling" between two grown men seems a bit too cheesy, but I must use these two words to express my respect and gratitude to you. As for what I'm grateful for, I think you can guess. With immense pleasure and trepidation, I sent you this email. If you feel this is premature, please forgive and gladly accept my audacity. Because I know that although my actions have caused you some difficulty and trouble, you are undoubtedly enjoying it, which is why I dare to so boldly inform you: you've been cuckolded. As for the reason for

informing you, I haven't thought of a good one yet. Logically speaking, I could just secretly enjoy my affair with your wife, even though I know you're aware of our relationship. But, as the saying goes, human desires are never truly satisfied. When one desire is fulfilled, it becomes a stepping stone to another. Once a desire is fulfilled, it ceases to be a desire and becomes a taken-for-granted condition. A wish is like a sturdy steel wall, unbreakable by Sima Guang's stone, and unfillable by the waters of the Three Rivers and Five Lakes. It remains unmoved by wind, rain, thunder, lightning, or the solitude of ancient temples and lamps.

Humans have wishes, and I am a human, so I have wishes. Therefore, mere private boasting is no longer enough to satisfy my desire. Even with beauty in my heart, I can enjoy it quietly in the shadows, but it's still not enough. I want you to know openly and honestly that I have no reason to take away your most precious thing and then ravage it before you, to fully enjoy your expression of pleasure. That is my current wish. Humans have wishes, and you are a human too, and you have wishes as well. I don't know if I have adequately satisfied your at least basic wishes before, that is, whether my sexual intercourse with your wife satisfied you. But I know that your next wish is to be able to openly expose yourself before me, to make me even beg you to have sex with your wife. Oh, I can't use such a sacred word as "sexual intercourse." To you, it's fucking, it's being fucked hard. I think you've figured me out completely by now, even finding out how often I change my underwear. Oh, and if you still don't know, let me tell you, I change it every three days. I'm getting tired of rambling on and on. So, let's reminisce about my first time with your dear wife. I have to say, "dear" is the perfect word for her: It was your first day on a business trip. Don't rush me, even though we know the time, place, environment, and people involved, we still need to keep reading, right? It was your first day on a business trip—or maybe it was to meet your lover. Okay, okay, I won't say anymore, keep reading. I sneaked into your house. I have to say, your villa is huge, three stories high! I didn't know where to go for a moment.

It was the sound of your wife showering that attracted me, leading to all this. Rich people's houses are so big! The bathroom alone is as big as my bedroom, and the bathtub is like a bed. Through the half-open sliding door, I could clearly see her graceful figure, or perhaps it was indistinct, the steam from the bathroom adding a hazy, alluring beauty. Right, you probably only know that I fucked your wife that day, but not the specific details, right? Well then, let me give you a detailed, lewd description. I only wanted to peep, to see her delicate, smooth hands caress her body. I'd never seen such an elegant beauty. Cherry lips, willow waist, cheeks tinged with pale apricot, complexion like a deep peach. The fragrance of cardamom pales in comparison, the delicate beauty of pear blossoms cannot be described, she seems even more beautiful than a peony. Such an elegant beauty is like a fairy, inspiring approachability without any lewd thoughts. But guess what this bitch did? She masturbated! Such a dignified woman masturbating? That's unbearable. Perhaps you find this incomprehensible, but for me, it's intolerable. Blame it on her masturbation. I couldn't take it anymore, so I drugged her with the aphrodisiac I'd prepared.

I don't have the video of me fucking your wife that day, but I recorded it in case I called the police later, even though I didn't need it. If you want it, I won't give it to you, haha. She needed to be unconscious for a while before the aphrodisiac took effect. I carried her to bed, and I vividly remember my reason and my penis battling.

My reason said: Don't do this, this is rape, home invasion rape, it could even turn into rape and murder.

Put her down and run, the farther the better, you're not obsessed with this city anyway. Think about what your friends will think of you, you're a rapist, a murderer. What about your parents? They raised you, your grandfather is still in the countryside, proud of his grandson who became a college student, put her down... My penis said: I want to have some fun.

So I fucked her, shoving my cock—my cock that hadn't been washed for days and smelled pungent—into her hole. Because she'd been masturbating, it was very slippery and wet, sliding in smoothly all the way. For the first time in my life, I felt that temperature and sensation; it was warm, even a little hot. Excitement made me unable to move. When I regained some control, I moved slightly, and sure enough, I only writhed a few times on top of her before ejaculating.

I don't know if you should be happy or sad, but I imagine you're not sad that a twenty-year-old virgin's semen shot deep into your wife's womb.

As I lay panting on top of your wife, she woke up. There was no trace of a virtuous woman's restraint; her eyes were languid, a complete image of a wanton, seductive harlot. No amount of lewd words could adequately describe her expression. I think you've seen this kind of expression many times in spy videos, so I won't describe it to you. I must say, your wife's kissing skills are truly fiery. She hooked her arms around my neck and kissed me with her red lips, her little tongue scraping back and forth in my mouth, as if trying to suck up all my saliva. When my rough tongue reached out to hers, your wife immediately sucked it in, enveloping it in her mouth—it was so warm and soft. Besides the tongue above, my lower "tongue" was also wrapped up in her lower opening, becoming an erect penis. Only then did I truly experience what a vagina felt like—incredibly pleasurable. Just imagine how your wife used to wrap around you, and you'll know how pleasurable it was when your wife wrapped around me. And according to her, my penis is much bigger than yours; how could the pleasure of your little penis compare to the pleasure of me enjoying this kind of vagina? Your wife's vagina tightly gripped my penis, desperately pulling inwards. Trying to pull out only resulted in feeling the vaginal walls' pull, clinging tightly. Each thrust gave me a greater elasticity, propelling me forward, slapping against your wife's buttocks with a loud slapping sound.

My hands climbed onto her breasts—smooth, tender, soft, big, and wonderful—that was my assessment of your wife's breasts. By the way, when you're having sex with your wife, no, when you're having intercourse with her, aren't you very protective? Afraid of hurting or crushing her. But when I use her—yes, when I use your wife—it's all about pleasure. As long as my big cock is satisfied, I don't care how your wife is ravaged, how much pain she suffers. I only treat her as a tool for venting my desires. Haha, you must like that title.

So I show no mercy when using your wife's breasts. My hands can freely knead them, changing their shape in various ways, and I even have a few thoughts of squeezing them to burst. Yes, I squeezed them, but unfortunately, your wife's breasts were just too smooth and tender. Every time I rubbed them, it felt like I was sinking in, and then her breasts slipped out between my fingers. Ha, your wife, your darling! Her breasts felt so good.

Without further ado, I went for it. How could I be polite with my wife? The stimulation made me speechless, unable to utter any seductive words. All I knew was to rub my lower body with both hands, thrusting and thrusting and thrusting and thrusting... slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap... Perhaps it was the effect of the aphrodisiac, her face flushed, covered in fragrant sweat, moaning wantonly: "Ah—ah—ah—ah ... Not content with my violent thrusting, she also desperately tried to please me with her ass, the crisp sounds of flesh colliding echoing in the empty house, making it all the more lewd.

Her vagina suddenly tightened, with a spiraling suction force. Now I realize she had orgasmed. I thrust even faster; the tightness made it even more pleasurable. Your wife is having such a great time. We both orgasmed, and the pent-up semen found its outlet again, shooting into her vagina—no, into her uterus. I clearly felt my penis piercing through her vagina and shooting into a scalding hot world. Hahaha, la la la, your wife, your sweetheart, I've insided her!

She's unconscious again; I've had my fun. Suddenly, a sense of guilt arose. Honestly, if I had a knife, I would have stabbed her in the stomach without hesitation. Should I kill her? Should I kill her? What should I do? I was wrong, I was wrong. I shouldn't have done this, I shouldn't have done this. I should run, I should run, run wherever I want, I don't know, I don't know, anywhere is fine, anywhere is fine. My reason and my penis spoke together. I froze, I couldn't move. I had raped someone, I had raped her!

She woke up, and I froze, staring blankly at her, then collapsed to the ground, which was wet—I had urinated on it. Yes, I'm that kind of coward, I don't know what to do. She stared at me and cried out, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I beg you, don't kill me!" I froze again. Yes, I'm a robber now, a home invasion rapist. I'm fearless, I'm capable of anything. I'm a little afraid of her, but she's a little afraid of me. "Ah, I beg you, don't kill me! Do you want money? I have some, I have some at home, some cash, or I can give you my phone, jewelry, and bags, please don't kill me! Rape me, please don't kill me!" As she spoke, she started crying.

"Waaah, rape me, rape me! I haven't felt this good in so long! Rape me now! I won't call the police, just rape me! He hasn't had sex with me in ages, he's busy, he doesn't have time, he's away on a business trip and won't be back tomorrow, and even when we do have sex, he's not really interested, he's so small, you, you just rape me now, it feels so good, just rape me now!" Oh ho, a lonely, lonely slut. But my mind was completely blank at the time; I just stared at her, wide-eyed, listening to her talk about loneliness.

"Enough!" I yelled. "Bitch, bitch! Enough! All women are like this, every single one of you is a bitch! She's the same. I chased her for three years! Three years, damn it! Three years and I still couldn't see her true colors. I caught her in a hotel room with someone, I'm a loser, I'm not going to be a backup plan. Damn it, I was going to rape her today anyway. I'm not afraid of dying. I followed you because you're pretty, and I accidentally ended up in your room. You fucking call the police and have me arrested, stop pretending to be a bitch here!" I was still slumped on the floor, my anger making my neck bulge with veins, feeling utterly miserable.

She sobbed as she got off the bed. I thought she was going to call the police. If your wife had called the police then, I would have been finished. She didn't, and I didn't expect her to be so shameless. She got off the bed and knelt in front of me. Her face was absolutely beautiful, especially after crying with tears streaming down her face, she looked even more alluring. A delicate face, bright eyes, a refined and graceful nose, and slightly parted lips—only then could I take a closer look. We stared at each other for a few seconds, but it felt like three years. Suddenly, she pounced on me. I wasn't expecting it, and when I pushed her away and tried to stand up, she lunged forward again, clinging tightly to my left leg.

You couldn't guess your wife's next move even if you had a thousand and one chances. She lowered her delicate face, pressed her tongue to the ground, and started licking my urine! Haha! How shameless! "How shameless!" I cursed her, kicking her face away with my stinky foot. She came closer again, and so it went, with me pushing her away with one foot while she desperately licked my urine… You can imagine how ridiculous it was. I was tired and lay on the ground, letting your wife lick my genitals… I don't remember much about that debauched night.

The reason I dared to write you this letter is that I've gradually come to understand the true nature of your adulterous wife. I know you've installed many cameras in your house, secretly filming our lewd acts, while I pretend not to know and indulge in having sex with your wife. To create opportunities for us, you often pretend to be on business trips or have other business to do. I remember one time I thought you were on a business trip and came to your house. After my wife and I made love, you thought we were asleep, so you came out of the closet and started licking my stinky feet. Don't think I didn't know; you not only licked my feet but also gave me oral sex. I would feel disgusted even if a man sucked my penis, but you seemed to enjoy it so much. You truly deserve the title of cuckold. Did you really think I was still asleep after ejaculating in your mouth? Of course, you might also know that I created your fetish. Anyway, from the moment you received this letter, this matter is out in the open. I don't care what your attitude is; you can pretend not to know, or you can both keep it from your wife—that way, it'll be even more fun.

Okay, I'll stop here. Your wife is still waiting for me at your house.

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