Deep Green Memories, Parts Two and Three

Time has slowly passed, and I've become indifferent to many things. For example, there was a period when I didn't come back to the courtyard house because I divorced my ex-wife. Yes, the one I used to sleep with foreigners. It's been several years since the divorce, probably after I started indulging in nightly obsessions with the large penises of people from different races. It wasn't that I didn't love her; it was my own psychological problem. I was under a lot of pressure during that time, and my ex-wife went to pubs every night, sleeping with men from different countries. There wasn't anything wrong with that in itself. For me, a deeply cuckolded person, it was a good thing. Later, I discovered that my ex-wife had gradually fallen in love with a young British man. That young man from Sheffield was so charming. The first time my ex-wife saw him in the bar, she whispered in my ear, "I want to sleep with him."

I'm a very stubborn person. At that time, I firmly believed that sex could be excessive, but love should not be promiscuous. When I brought up divorce, my ex-wife knelt down in tears, but I couldn't soften my heart. Actually, looking back now, I realize I didn't have to be so stubborn about getting a divorce. Ultimately, we separated a few years ago.

Fortunately, we both found happiness again. My ex-wife later married a white man. You might be wondering which cute British guy he was? No. They broke up not long after they got together. Later, my ex-wife had several foreign boyfriends before finally marrying a white man again.

I feel like I'm getting off-topic. Let's get back to myself. I can tell you more about my ex-wife and some other stories later, as well as the last girlfriend before my marriage, whom I stopped updating because I couldn't let go.

After divorcing my ex-wife, I resumed my playboy lifestyle. That year, I flirted with many women and was flirted with by many women. My assistant at work counted that in the two months after the divorce, I was dating five "girlfriends" at the same time. Days passed by like this. I poured all my energy into my work. Until the end of that year, I met the woman I have loved most deeply so far. Why do I say the woman I have loved most deeply so far? Because what I was willing to give for her far exceeded that of any of my previous relationships. I'm willing to make many changes for her that I never even dared to imagine before. It's probably only true love that makes me this way.

After all this talk, without any explicit content, I wonder if you're all falling asleep, haha.

This time, I won't write a rambling narrative. I'll pick some snippets to slowly recall and write about things in our lives. It's not in chronological order; it could be things that happened at the beginning or things that happened recently.

When my current wife first met me, she was also single, just like me, and was dating several men at the same time. There were men from Beijing, Shanghai, the US (of Chinese descent), Shenzhen, and several others. Moreover, she met me through a friend's introduction of some business contacts, so naturally, she knew some of my friends' friends before she met me. Later, I could confirm that at least two of my friends had slept with her. For me, being a cuckold, this was naturally very exciting. However, at that time, she didn't know I had a cuckold fetish, so she naturally avoided and denied these things.

Oops, why am I starting to give a straightforward background account again? Okay, okay, let's not talk about that anymore. Let me tell you a bit of smut. This is something my wife told me after she found out about my cuckoldry fetish and when I discovered her WeChat chat history with other people.

Every Spring Festival, I would accompany my wife back to her hometown and stay at her house. After a few days of holiday, I would leave early because I needed to work. She would stay at her parents' house for another two weeks before returning to my city. That was the first time I went to her house for the Spring Festival in 2016. It happened to be very close to Valentine's Day. On

February 14th, we went out to celebrate Valentine's Day. We had a good time drinking at a bar in her hometown, and I even dragged her to the bar's restroom and had a quickie with her. We went home around 1 a.m. because I was flying back to my city the next day and was a little reluctant to leave. So, lying in bed, I started touching her breasts again, and soon she was wet again. Because her parents were still at home, and their bedroom door faced ours, we had to keep our voices down during sex. Her vagina was narrow, but very wet, and she had a lot of thick, bushy hair. We made love intensely for about ten minutes, keeping our voices down, when she suddenly let out a cry like a seagull. I quickly covered her mouth with my hand. Anyway, that night was incredibly satisfying. Later, she told me that her parents heard her. The next day, after I left, her mother complained to her, telling her that girls shouldn't scream so loudly, as it would make men think she was too promiscuous. Hahaha, I thought to myself, Mom, do you have no idea how promiscuous your daughter is?

On February 15th, I flew back to my city to start work as planned, and she didn't return until March 1st. It wouldn't have been a big deal, but my curiosity got the better of me, and I checked her mobile phone. I saw a conversation on WeChat and found out that she had gone out and had sex in a car on the night of February 16th. I should mention here that we shared all our passwords, including our mobile phone passwords, bank card passwords, and financial account passwords. We knew each other's passwords. I think that's basic mutual trust. Of course, the fact that I secretly checked her cell phone wasn't exactly something to be proud of.

Anyway, after discovering this, I tried various subtle ways to probe her. Finally, it seemed she realized I had probably seen her cell phone chat history. So she admitted to me what happened that day. And under my questioning, she described the details. You know, when I heard her tell it from her own mouth, I was incredibly excited, and my lower body was definitely rock hard. I pressed her head down to my lower body, and she described what happened that day while licking my penis and glans with her nimble tongue.

On the evening of February 16th, a guy she had been chatting with on WeChat asked her out for drinks. She and this guy had always had a somewhat ambiguous relationship, but they had never met in person. She was initially reluctant to go, but a little devil inside her was constantly stirring. So she gave the guy her home address, and he said he would drive over to pick her up. A little after 10 pm, the guy said he was at her apartment parking lot. My wife told him to wait for her. Actually, she was talking to me on the phone at that time. After a while, there was no sound from my wife's end. I thought she had fallen asleep, so I hung up. After all, I often used to lull her to sleep on the phone. After I hung up, my wife got up and got dressed. I didn't really think anything would happen, so she just wore ordinary jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket. But my wife has such a great figure that no matter what she wears, I always feel like she'll tempt me to commit a crime. I think other men would think the same way when they see her

. Around 10:40, my wife finished changing, told her mother that she was going out to meet an old classmate, and went downstairs to the guy's car. It was their first time meeting, after all. My wife said her first impression of the guy was that he was fairly fair-skinned and refined, not a bad first impression. I think the guy must have been aroused when he first saw my wife, otherwise why would the agreed-upon drinking trip turn into a drive-around? The guy didn't drive to the bar district, but started driving around. My wife asked him where they were going, and he asked if she wanted to visit the university he graduated from. My wife didn't care, so she agreed.

The guy had just graduated a year ago; his university was in the northern suburbs of the city. They drove to the university, and he parked by the sports field, saying, "Let's just stop here and chat, then we'll go for drinks later." My wife is a very naive person, and she didn't suspect a thing. As they chatted, the guy steered the conversation from university life to university sex. It's a common tactic, everyone knows it. Before my wife could even react, the guy had already taken her hand and placed it on his crotch, rubbing it.

My wife told me that when her hand touched his crotch, she was completely flustered. She hadn't expected it to be so direct. While my wife was still dazed, the guy had already slipped his hand under her t-shirt, pulled up her bra, and started gently kneading her nipples.

My wife's nipples are one of her most sensitive spots; usually at home, I only need to gently hold her and tease her nipples for a few seconds to make her incredibly wet. And this was happening in an unfamiliar place, being touched by a complete stranger. My wife said she could feel streams of fluid leaving her vagina, soaking her underwear.

The man took the opportunity to start undressing her, and his wife cooperated. Soon, she was completely naked in the passenger seat. He folded down the passenger seat, moving it all the way back to create as much space as possible, and turned the car's air conditioning to its warmest setting. Then he climbed into the passenger seat and pressed himself against his wife. Seeing how alluring his wife was, the man was probably eager; he didn't even take off his pants at first, just unzipped his pants, pulled out his large penis, and thrust in. His wife cooperated by raising her legs. The man's glans was quite large, and her vagina was narrow, so it hurt a little at first. Fortunately, she was very wet, and after the glans entered her vagina, she said the satisfaction from the large glans was indeed very pleasurable.

I asked, "Where's the condom?" My wife looked up from under my crotch, rolled her eyes at me, and said, "Who cares about condoms back then?" I thought to myself, "You're really bold. A complete stranger, we just met, I don't know anything about her, her health, or any medical conditions, and you just let him have sex without a condom."

Because the car was small, they couldn't do anything more elaborate. Besides, my wife is such a beautiful woman; I reckon that guy's mind was only on thrusting. He was thrusting vigorously into her. My wife said she felt ashamed and humiliated hearing the sounds of their bodies colliding, after all, her husband had only been gone a day, and she was being penetrated by a complete stranger. But the pleasure of his penis moving in and out of her vagina surged through her brain, turning her into a wanton slut.

Even though my wife moaned and repeatedly warned, "Don't ejaculate inside?" the guy still thrust with all his might in the last stroke, leaving streams of semen deep inside her vagina.

I asked my wife, "Did you orgasm?" She didn't answer, just nodded with my penis in her mouth. At this point, I couldn't hold back any longer. I rolled over and went behind my kneeling wife, thrusting into her already wet vagina in one go. He thrust forcefully, slapping her buttocks while spewing nonsensical rants: "Fuck you to death, you slut! You'll sleep with other men if you leave me! You whore! Your cunt still has other men's semen in it!" His wife screamed wildly, "I'm a whore! I was wrong! I shouldn't have slept with other men!"

That night, we were both exhausted. I held her on the bed, gently stroking her back, listening to her recount what happened afterward.

After having sex in the car, my wife didn't go drinking. The man drove her home as she requested. At 1:30, my wife returned to bed after showering and saw a WeChat message from the man. She replied, "I'm home and all cleaned up." The man sent a lewd emoji. My wife asked, "Still not satisfied?" The man said, "The car is too small; it didn't meet my requirements in many ways." My wife said, "Who told you to be in such a hurry? A car this small is more suitable for the woman on top." The man sent another awkward emoji. My wife said again, "Actually, it's more comfortable to have sex, the car is too small. I haven't done it in a long time (this is really shameless, hahaha, woman), but thank you anyway." The guy said, "My bad, I'll arrange it better next time." My wife, like a little girl, said sweetly, "We're practically lovers, don't make me feel like we're going to have sex as soon as we meet." ?? The rest is omitted, like two young people who have just tasted the forbidden fruit.

Later, this guy never appeared in our lives again. After all, my wife and I only go back to her hometown once a year. Although over the years, every time I leave first during the Spring Festival, she always causes new trouble. But there's no need to cling to a penis that's not really familiar, right? It's not like we're dating.

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