My wife made me wear a green hat

Life is like a play—don't think this is pretentious. Life really is like a play, and you are both the actor and the director. There's no such thing as dramatic; life is inherently dramatic. It's not that it won't happen, it's just that you haven't

noticed it yet. Often, these scenes of human drama are exactly what you hope to see. Guo Na and I are both from Luzhou. My parents are both doctors, working at a hospital in Luzhou. My life was very uneventful. I wasn't particularly enthusiastic about anything, but I didn't dislike anything either. I just drifted through each day until I met Guo Na. She was from a county town under Luzhou, the daughter of a county government official. To give her a better learning environment, her family sent her to the school I attended, and she became my classmate.

At that time, I didn't know that after meeting her, my uneventful life would end.

All the boys in our class liked her, but I guess they couldn't explain why they liked her. She had red lips and white teeth, naturally alluring—the kind of look that young people couldn't see as seductive, but experienced people could. Just because you can't see her slutty doesn't mean you can't feel it. Almost all the male classmates were attracted to her, including me, though not to a very strong degree. She would always sit there quietly studying, occasionally looking up and seeing someone secretly watching her. She would immediately smile, look down, and then quickly peek again to see if anyone was still watching her.

I didn't notice any of this at first; I only discovered this secret later. Because at first, my attention was focused on erotic novels. I read them in class and after class. I had just started high school and hadn't felt too much pressure yet. As I grew older, I often had textbooks on my desk and reading books spread out under it.

Once, during self-study, I read a very comical scene. After a gangster died, his wife and the protagonist of the novel were having sex on the stone coffin. The description of the sounds was "squelching." The gangster's wife said, "Husband, you're fucking me." The protagonist asked, "Are you really calling him or me?" The gangster's wife replied, "I'm calling you both!" I was fantasizing about the erotic scenery of that tomb, and then I laughed. I looked up and saw Guo Na looking at me. My lewd smile hadn't faded yet. Our eyes met, and she nervously lowered her head, then stole another glance at me. I don't know why, but my mouth suddenly went dry.

After school that afternoon, I suggested we go to the cafeteria for lunch, and she didn't refuse. And so, somehow, we started dating. After that, we broke up and got back together several times. The first time we broke up, a boy in our class was pursuing her. He asked her out during evening self-study, forcibly kissed her on the playground, and even touched her breasts through her clothes. Immediately afterwards, he made an excuse to beat up a classmate, and the two got back together. The second time we broke up, I liked a very innocent girl two years younger than me, with a sweet, childlike voice—very interesting. Then Guo Na started dating the class monitor.

The class monitor was a very fake guy; he was fake as a child, and now he's all hypocritical and despicable—very annoying! The main reason for saying this was probably resentment. The reason was that Guo Na lost her virginity to the class monitor when they graduated high school, and what was most frustrating was that Guo Na had offered herself up. Even though he told her his girlfriend was someone else, she still slept with him.

(Foreshadowing)

I didn't pass the entrance exam the first year, but Guo Na did, studying clinical medicine at a military medical university in Xi'an. I retook the exam the following year and also got into university, studying road and bridge engineering at Southwest Jiaotong University. To sum up university life in four words: boring and lewd! I was full of energy and had to exercise every day, otherwise I didn't know how to sleep! However, apart from some minor psychological changes, university life was unremarkable, perhaps because the female classmates weren't attractive! The main reason, however, was because of Guo Na; none of my classmates could compare to her.

Speaking of Guo Na, let's continue. During my first summer vacation, I heard that Guo Na hadn't gone home and was staying at school. I called her to find out, then went to Xi'an for a trip. Guo Na said she'd rented a place off-campus for convenience during the holidays. Without thinking too much, I went to stay with her. Looking back, even for convenience, it wouldn't have been necessary to rent a place and leave it there, especially since it wasn't close to school. Youth is like that! Sometimes experience is more important than intelligence. Without experience, even with intelligence, you still can't analyze the problems you should be able to solve.

When I moved in, it became inconvenient for her to stay. After dinner, Guo Na went back to school, and I immediately turned on my computer to go online, reading novels and watching videos. I was masturbating when someone knocked on the door. When I opened it, she was back, saying she wanted to stay a little longer, having come all this way. I was in a plateau phase of masturbation, my face flushed, feeling uncomfortable all over, and really wanted her to leave, but I was so tight I couldn't move. So, I had no choice but to sit down and chat. I sat on the bed, and she sat in front of the computer, chatting and browsing the internet. As she browsed, she opened her browsing history, and there were countless pornographic novels and pictures.

Guo Na blushed and scolded, "What are you looking at on my computer?! If people see this, they'll think I'm the one who's looking at it!"

My face turned even redder, and I quickly explained, "I don't look at it often. A classmate just told me, I was just curious! Deleting the history will solve the problem!"

I said, going to deal with it, when Guo Na said, "Let me see, I haven't seen it yet!" "

Why are you looking at these?!" "No!" I quickly said.

"No, why are you looking at them?" I was speechless. "

It's okay, I'm an adult!" Guo Na smiled and said, then turned back to look.

Hearing her say that, I leaned closer and said, "Then I'll look at them with you!

Do you really like looking at them?" One after another, the blood-pumping pictures were opened, and Guo Na dragged the screen, staring intently at the monitor, pretending to be calm as she asked me.

"No, a classmate just told me, I was just curious!"

Hearing me say that, Guo Na turned around, staring into my eyes and asked, "Really?"

My face immediately flushed red again. I realized I couldn't argue anymore. Firstly, I wasn't good at it, and secondly, it seemed pointless. I grinned and replied, "Sometimes I do like looking at them, but not often."

Guo Na laughed too. I countered, "Do you like them?" "

I don't!" Guo Na turned her head away and continued looking at the picture. The picture was of a beautiful woman with short, perfectly blonde hair, dressed neatly, but her face was covered in semen. I remember it clearly; I never saw that picture again! It was very likely photoshopped, but I didn't know what photoshopping was back then. "

Guo Na!" I called her. She turned around, and I hugged her and kissed her. Her lips were so soft. She tried to push me away, but couldn't. With a little effort, I lifted her onto the bed. Then I penetrated her. It went smoothly because she was already very wet. She cried out, not in pain, and there was no blood. I didn't think about anything except thrusting, because it was my first time. Looking back now, the first time was very uncomfortable. I felt an urge to urinate, and she was very tight, which hurt a little. I almost went soft several times during intercourse. Finally, I ejaculated, but it felt uncomfortable, not as good as masturbation, like being pinched.

But I had a second time quickly. Then a third. Then I fell asleep. The next day I woke up and jokingly asked why there was no blood. Guo Na said she'd broken it while masturbating. I said, "You're pretty open-minded," and stopped thinking about it.

After that, sex became our greatest pleasure! Not a day went by that I didn't think about it. It was a holiday, and it felt like: plenty of time to fuck! Our daily routine was basically: wake up, go to the toilet, shower, have sex, sleep, eat, have sex, sleep, eat, have sex, shower, sleep, over and over again. Guo Na even had trouble walking, but she never complained—what a good comrade! This daily cycle definitely counted as a relationship.

When school started, we couldn't be together anymore, but on days apart, we'd call each other and say lewd things, then masturbate into the phone. If we met, there was only one thing we did: have sex. Sophomore year, junior year, winter break, summer break—truly passionate years! Although I studied in Chengdu, I was very familiar with Xi'an! Their relationship was no less intimate than my understanding of Chengdu.

During that time, they met each other's parents discreetly. Because of her immaturity, she had an abortion, and they sometimes argued over trivial matters. At the time, I thought that if nothing had happened, a year later, society might have had another ordinary young couple.

(New Green)

During the second semester of my junior year, I was obsessed with novels, often borrowing several at a time and finishing them in a single day. One time, I was reading *The Legend of the Great Swordsman* (don't laugh, I'd spent most of my time reading erotica before, and hadn't really explored martial arts or fantasy, only later discovering its captivating nature). I was reading until late at night, and couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to go back to my dorm to sleep. On my way back, I passed a lecture hall and suddenly felt a strong urge to masturbate inside. I quietly pushed open the door, went in, and started stroking my penis on the lectern.

Just as I was getting into it, I heard the sound of keys scratching on the concrete floor at the back of the classroom. I quietly walked over, wearing sneakers and intentionally minimizing my footsteps, following the sound, thinking about the adventures in the novel. Then I suddenly switched on my flashlight, and haha, what I saw was a man's buttocks and a woman's legs. A classic pose! My immediate thought was: white! Extremely white! Extremely, extremely white! Extremely, extremely, extremely white! I'm talking about the woman's legs. The man's buttocks weren't very attractive; I could vaguely see the hair around his anus.

At the time, I thought that if I apologized, they would take advantage of the situation, and I would be at a disadvantage. Scaring them wasn't what I wanted. So I chuckled, turned off my flashlight, and left. I reacted too quickly, so much so that I didn't see their faces clearly, and I was dazed for a long time afterward! Even now! Otherwise, searching for two faces on campus would have been such an interesting thing. For a long time afterward, whenever I saw a girl with white legs, I thought it was that girl. So white!

Now, looking back, I've actually stumbled upon many instances of infidelity, although I was almost always passive. So damn passive! And the one who caught me was always the one I could rightfully have sex with. Eventually, I got used to it! Used to stumbling upon them, used to stumbling upon them, and used to the fact that I'd stumbled upon them. Was this fate? To be honest, the buttocks and thighs I saw, and all the other things I didn't see, aroused me to no end.

One piece of evidence is that less than two minutes after I left, I found another classroom and finished masturbating! I ejaculated onto another lectern. And afterwards, there was absolutely no relief, no sense of satisfaction! Having sex in the classroom was so exciting! So incredibly exciting! I went back, showered, lay on the bed, and used my saliva as lubrication again for another big masturbation. I grabbed a classmate's towel to wipe myself clean—another bad habit, like being caught in the act.

In the days that followed, I would often use textiles stained with other men's semen—towels, bath towels, pajamas, pillows, and sheets. Karma!

Nothing that happened the next day helped me recover from this experience. I understood: I had to go to Xi'an, to find Guo Na. Only she could help me. I wanted to do everything I wanted to do, everything I had fantasized about, everything I had read about in novels! For example, having sex in a corner of the campus or in a classroom, humiliating her, exposing her, letting her family have sex with her, traveling back to ancient times with her, finding her a dog, letting many, many people have sex with her, and of course, having sex with her as I pleased. Only in this way could I feel at ease. Otherwise, I couldn't do anything!

Masturbation didn't solve the problem at all, and watching videos or reading novels only added fuel to the fire! At that moment, I was driven by lust, both for myself and for others. Unexpectedly, something even more dramatic began from then on. We often see in novels that countless affairs are exposed in a surprise attack. If you don't want to discover anything, communication in a dangerous situation is very important, including the time, place, and people involved. Otherwise, you will definitely see what you want to see, or what you don't want to see.

That's what I was like at the time. I arranged things at school and prepared my exam partners. Then, with my almost spent money, I boarded the train to Xi'an. Chengdu to Xi'an is very close, and there are many trains. I arrived in Xi'an on a somewhat stuffy noon.

It was a Saturday noon. I went straight to Guo Na's rented apartment, went up to the second floor, knocked on the door, and heard that voice I'd been waiting for ask: "Who is it?" I replied: "The National Security Bureau!" A little impulsive, the door opened, and later Guo Na said she misheard, thinking it was the Public Security Bureau. But instead of the expected surprise, there was only unexpected astonishment. I hugged her and kissed her passionately. She started to resist, fiercely, hesitantly, and weakly. When I put her on the bed and started undressing her, I noticed she was very nervous. Then I saw wads of toilet paper on the floor. My childishness, or rather, my carelessness, was on full display once again.

Maybe I was just driven by lust! But my unusual impulse startled Guo Na. She thought I knew, and first hugged and kissed me passionately, almost ingratiatingly, then asked: "Honey, you won't leave me, will you?"

I immediately understood what the toilet paper on the floor was, but I didn't think about anything else, only about having sex. My penis was rock hard, purplish-red, incredibly hard, almost numbly hard. I could feel its enormous size even holding it in my hand! At that moment, I only wanted one thing: to quickly find a place for it, a warm, moist place—the woman's vagina beneath me. At that moment, I truly didn't care what was wrapped in the toilet paper! And everything I decided to do at that moment would have far-reaching consequences. I leaned down and hugged Guo Na from behind, kissed her, and said, "No, how could that be! Wife, I don't care!" Then I lowered my head to kiss her again.

Guo Na dodged me and said, "Really?"

I said, "Really!" Then I kissed her again.

A little while later, Guo Na asked again, "Honey, I was just fucked by someone else!" This statement shows her strength; she's a college student! Who else could be so calm? Her composure at that moment must have influenced me, showing me her ability, her powerful spirit.

Without thinking too much, I immediately replied, "Wife, as long as you're happy, I really don't care, as long as you only have me in your heart!"

At this moment, Guo Na pushed me away and looked at me, saying, "Honey, I've been fucked by someone else! There's still semen inside me, aren't you disgusted? Someone else's semen, do you know that?! If you put it in, you'd touch it!"

She spoke slowly and steadily—not calmly, not peacefully, but with remarkable composure. I still admire her composure immensely! I dare say that anyone who can do that has immense talent; it can't be cultivated later in life, especially at that age. Meeting her, it was only natural that she had me completely under her thumb. I've always regretted that she only became a doctor.

After she finished speaking, she stared at me intently. I don't remember her expression at the time, but I'm sure there was no backing down, no shame, none of the attitude she should have shown. Then it was my turn to speak.

I simply said, "Whatever makes you happy, I don't care!" Then I smiled and impatiently touched her.

Haha, that might be the most self-deceiving thing in the world. Guo Na's last clear words were: "Honey, you're so good to me! I love you!" I remember these things clearly, but I didn't pay any attention to them at the time. I don't know how these words got into my head; maybe I made them up to deceive myself later. Later, when I was learning negotiation skills at the company, I realized that this was a very sophisticated negotiation, the kind that never loses. After saying that, she hugged me and asked me questions frantically, like raindrops. But I didn't respond enthusiastically; all I wanted was to penetrate her, to penetrate her as quickly as possible. What

I clearly remember is that I immediately spread her legs, aimed, and thrust in all the way! After that, I became obsessed with thrusting my penis all the way into her vagina, starting from that time! Guo Na's vagina was very slippery, with a lot of fluid. I knew what that was—it was another man's semen, the fluid of a male animal to possess and perpetuate its genes. If another man, that is, me, were to touch it at that moment, I know it would be extremely shameful without even thinking about social ethics. But I felt very comfortable! Physiologically speaking, I like that liquid; it makes women slippery and warm, and it makes my thrusting exceptionally smooth. My penis is hard and itchy, with waves of electric shock-like throbbing. I feel incredibly good! Psychologically speaking, I'm not thinking about anything.

I was thinking that this woman would give me everything I wanted! The physical pleasure was so intense that I didn't last long before I ejaculated profusely. She was also enjoying it. Although I didn't last as long as she usually did, she reached orgasm quickly that day. I'm sure I was very vigorous and intense at the time, but that rapid orgasm must have had a lewd power, a joy at her not minding me, and a confident, unrestrained longing for the future! In today's terms, it was a very powerful sexual encounter. I ejaculated deeply inside her; I felt like I ejaculated a lot! It felt like even my testicles came out. I no longer felt like I couldn't release anything, and I no longer had that desire to penetrate everything. In short, I was perfect!

What happened next is something everyone can imagine or has experienced. When a man controlled by sex hormones and his lower body is liberated, although it's brief, like a breath of fresh air, and he'll soon be enslaved again, the man's innate wisdom still begins to briefly exert its great power. Because I was incredibly frustrated! Frustrated that I had readily accepted another male's semen, frustrated that I had almost begged to accept a woman who had just been fucked and had ejaculated inside me—an incredibly lewd woman—and frustrated that I would soon continue to readily accept all of this. I couldn't help it; the pleasure was too intense! I couldn't resist.

I looked at the toilet paper scattered on the floor, frustrated as I savored the wetness that had just brought me boundless pleasure, frustrated by my indifference from just ten minutes ago. Frustrated that I had uttered three words: "I don't care." At this moment, Guo Na was in high spirits; she kissed me passionately, radiating irresistible charm! She gave me oral sex, my penis sticky, but she didn't care, as if it were a delicious treat presented to her when she was starving. She blew with gusto, her voice loud.

But I didn't know if she truly didn't care. Something embarrassing and frustrating happened: I got hard again. Countless scenes from novels flashed through my mind—girlfriends, married women… I told myself I was a progressive person, I was magnanimous, I didn't care about these things! I loved her, and I had a responsibility to make her happy, even if it meant having sex with someone else. I wanted to penetrate her again!

Guo Na still keenly sensed my emotional change; perhaps all women have this ability. She told me she was just being playful, just curious, and promised she wouldn't do it again, definitely not! At that moment, guess what I said? Haha, I "magnanimously" said it was nothing, just playfulness and curiosity. If she liked it, she could continue! I also told her about my feelings just now; I had betrayed myself in the face of desire and that extreme pleasure, betrayed my brief moment of clarity.

Then I asked who the man was. Guo Na believed me; perhaps she felt she had everything under control. I believe not, after all, she was so young. She told me it was the man who took her virginity. Our class monitor came all the way from another city, just to sleep with her once, and she couldn't refuse.

I also came all the way from another city, also to sleep with her, but I was half a day late, only half a day late. People say time is money, time is efficiency, time is life. What I want to say is, time is whether you can or can't be a cuckold! Let me share a detail: at that moment, Guo Na said something that has influenced me to this day, containing two very powerful words: "Honey, you've become a cuckold!" I've discovered you like being a cuckold :) At the time, I thought I probably didn't like it, right? Who cares! After all, it's so comfortable, and no one will know.

Also, I want to ask my female friends, when you were in college, did you know what a cuckold was? I'm curious, where did my lovely Guo Na learn this word? Where did she learn what it meant? In what circumstances did she hear or see this word, and how did she understand the complex social relationships and rich connotations it represented? I still don't have the answer.

I also want to say that no one is completely unaware of everything. For example, I later found out that I wasn't the only one who cheated on my boyfriend; our dear class monitor also did. At first, he didn't know I existed and thought he was the only one who liked this girl. He found out about me that same time, also because of that one sentence: "Honey, you're cheating on me!"

The difference is, he slapped Guo Na once, not hard, because he's a coward, and then stormed off. He still thinks I stole her away, but he's always intimidated by my presence among classmates, so he swallows his anger and talks a lot of bad things about me behind my back. I'm innocent, but I don't want to explain at all. And this guy actually thinks he cheated on me! Every time he sees me, his eyes gleam with a certain light, and his lips curl into a bitter, mocking smile. Haha, you idiot! An idiot like you ended up marrying an ugly woman—what a sin!

Tianlv

Finally, graduation came. Perhaps it was because I chose to accept it rather than slap myself in the face, and at least it seemed I accepted those two words, which are very damaging to men, quite happily. So, in the end, I was the one discussing work and future life with Guo Na. Sometimes I wondered, what if I had only seen everything and heard those two words after ejaculating, or what if I had switched places with the class monitor? Would everything have been different? However, reality doesn't allow for hypotheticals, and in the end, I was the one who stayed.

We returned to Chengdu together. Guo Na's family helped her get a job as a doctor at the provincial hospital, while I worked as an engineering supervisor at a branch of what was supposedly the largest real estate company in the country. Six months after graduation, we got married.

For Guo Na, we rented a one-bedroom apartment in "Contemporary City" near the provincial hospital. We decorated it warmly, sexyly, and conveniently. The bathroom was excellent, with high-end fixtures. I don't know if the people who lived here before were promiscuous, but they certainly knew how to enjoy life. In the bedroom, a red round bed took up almost the entire space, and there were various sex toys on the headboard.

There was a large mirror on the wall opposite the bed. Everyone says that a bed facing a large mirror is bad feng shui and easily attracts evil spirits. So, I often hallucinated when we were having sex. Sometimes, when I looked back, I would see someone else on top of Guo Na, having sex with her, and someone else's penis going in and out of her vagina, someone else's penis making her foam at the mouth, and there was a man watching nearby—that man was me.

I'm still glad I married her. If I hadn't, I believe I would never have enjoyed such an extreme sex life. Speaking of her, everything sounds like cliché: great figure, great skin, exquisite features, alluring… But my assessment is actually just one thing: experienced people can tell at a glance that she has a very lewd appearance! Although those who don't know any better might find her beautiful. She's incredibly wet, without exception. A man's semen inside is just the icing on the cake. Even when she doesn't want to have sex! Maybe she never doesn't want to; occasionally she doesn't, but she'll quickly want to again.

Guo Na is incredibly open about sex; her passion for erotic culture and works is in no way inferior to mine. She loves videos and various adult QQ groups. She knows more about erotic content than I do. She's also incredibly sensual, a complete expert in bed. She knows how to drive me wild; she knows where to touch me, when to touch me, how to look at me, how to resist me, how to seduce me. Most importantly, she knows when and what to say that will make me completely lose control, that I will unleash all my energy in the most intense way, blasting her to dust!

I would give up everything to penetrate her, including dignity, including many things I should have upheld and protected. You'll never know until you meet a woman like this. With her, chastity, loyalty, face—all are meaningless! Being able to have sex with her every day is the most important thing. Maybe I'm just weak, or maybe you're just unlucky.

As a newly employed engineer, the construction site is practically your home. I once saw a post online called "The Top Ten Professions Most Likely to Get Cuckolded," which included actors, soldiers, tour guides, drivers, and construction workers. Engineers on construction sites are no different from construction workers, at least in terms of time. So, from this perspective, engineers in companies should also be included in this category of professions prone to infidelity. I'm a living example. My profession may not be the decisive factor in everything, but it's certainly a significant one.

Whenever I have time, I go home and have sex, have sex like crazy, until I think I've completely satisfied my wife, until I think she won't miss me if I don't touch a man for a year. But everyone knows that's impossible. Work on the construction site is very busy; I can't go home every day, and going home on time is even more unrealistic. I haven't even finished the things I need to do today; if I go home on time, it's clearly a sign I don't want to work. Real estate is a truly deceptive industry. It not only creates countless cases of infidelity during the process of buying a house, but it also creates countless cases of infidelity during construction, or even during the planning stages, like the one on my head.

You might be wondering about the story behind my hat. No problem, I'll tell you. But first, let me say this: some say history repeats itself, and I think that's true. Guo Na and I are a perfect example.

A month before the earthquake, one day I finished a lot of work, ate something at a street stall outside the company, and went home—a place I hadn't planned on going back that day. I opened the door; the house was warm, and there was a smell—I didn't think about what it was, but I felt I liked it.

I vaguely saw Guo Na sleeping in bed. I took a shower; she didn't wake up. I noticed the bathroom was a bit messy, and I chuckled to myself, thinking she was terrible at housework. I dried myself and found the towel had been used; I chuckled again, thinking she was too careless. I pulled back the covers and got in. She woke up, didn't hug me, but stared at me strangely. I turned on the bedside lamp and saw used toilet paper on the floor. I froze, but she came over and hugged me. "

A colleague," Guo Na whispered in my ear, kissing me. "

Honey, are you tired? Let me give you a massage!" Guo Na quickly changed the subject, talking as she helped me lie down. I lay down mechanically, without thinking. She gave me a quick squeeze, then straddled me. Something was dripping from her wet crotch onto my legs. She bent down and took my penis into her mouth.

My penis got hard, hard, or rather, hard, very quickly! Guo Na kissed me again, the fluid from her vagina dripping onto my stomach. Her mouth had just blew on my penis, and before that, on another penis. I believe she hadn't brushed her teeth or rinsed her mouth, but I didn't refuse; instead, I greedily returned the kiss. After a while, Guo Na said, "Honey, there should still be something inside. Do you want it?" "

I want it!" I wanted to cry, but I said it desperately, my penis rock hard again. Guo Na inserted her fingers into her vagina, then showed them to me, then held my penis and used her wet, sensual vagina, which I so desperately wanted and adored, to put it on! Wet and warm, I thrust it all the way in!

Guo Na grabbed my shoulders, the smell of her hands filling my nostrils—the smell of semen, the smell of a man I'd never seen before! I didn't know what he looked like, how tall, how heavy, or how much hair he had. I didn't know what he did for a living, how he got involved with my wife, or even what shape that penis that had been inside my wife's vagina and filled with semen was.

I reached out and lifted Guo Na's buttocks, giving her a little space, then violently thrust my hips, pumping my penis quickly and fiercely into her. Her moans were deafening, high-pitched, trembling with each thrust—incredibly beautiful! I forgot all about the day's exhaustion, working with all my might, and Guo Na quickly climaxed. The man from before must have played a part.

After resting for a moment, I inexplicably struggled to reach for a wad of toilet paper on the floor. Guo Na got it for me, watched me open it, and held the wet part to me. By the light, I could see the thin strands of liquid. Guo Na put the tissue to my mouth; I smelled it, licked it—salty. Guo Na threw away the tissue, her eyes flashing with a wild, seductive light. She cupped my face and looked into my eyes: "Husband, you bastard husband, you really are a bastard husband! I love you!" Then she kissed me passionately.

I kissed her back frantically, lifting her buttocks again, thrusting myself with all my might, moving through her slickness until I ejaculated inside her.

Guo Na lay on top of me, twitching slightly, savoring the feeling of her orgasm. I asked her in her ear: "Wife, is his big?"

"Not big." "Not as big as yours!

" "Oh!" "Did

he ejaculate a lot?"

"I don't know, it felt like quite a lot!" "

How long has he been gone?" "

I don't know, maybe an hour and a half?"

"Oh, didn't he leave half an hour before I came back?" "

Maybe :) Husband?

What's wrong?

You're being a bastard again!"

I'm hard again! And waves of electric-like pleasure

wash over me! Honey, say it again!

What?

Just that!

Okay, you cuckold husband! I just got fucked by another man! You're a cuckold now! I knew you wanted to be one! Today I specially saved some of that other man's semen for you (nobody believes I specially saved it, I'm a cuckold)! Guo Na knew I didn't want her to repeat herself, but rather a provocative statement, so she "repeated" it like this. Then, dragging my tired body, my hard cock erect, I rolled over and pinned her down. I surrendered! Surrendered to Guo Na, surrendered to my own desires, and I received the reward: a bunch of green brains, and the ultimate, perverse pleasure of being cuckolded.

After that, every time I went home, I would call ahead. I've lost count of how many times I've found wads of toilet paper at home. At first, Guo Na would be embarrassed and clean up after me when I came home. Once, I thought she had just finished having sex and was probably enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm, so I cleaned up for her. After that, it became one of my chores when I got home. I liked this job because after it was done, there would be a slippery, hot vagina and a beautiful wife waiting for me, waiting for me to penetrate her, waiting for me to be satisfied. Guo Na was very accommodating about this; it wasn't bad for her.

On a side note, those men who provided lubricant went to their hospitals for checkups, contributing profits to the hospitals while providing us with their semen. It seems that every profession always brings some benefits, besides a salary. Guo Na got a safe man, and I got clean semen with excellent lubrication from her profession. As for my own job, I got an apartment—or more accurately, I used my employee status to get a lower price.

In 2008, the house I bought through my company was delivered. We couldn't wait to renovate it and move in. It was a house that perfectly reflected our design intentions; it was more cozy, more sexy, and more convenient.

I don't know how many men have penetrated Guo Na's vagina, nor do I know why, but I've never encountered two people in bed together. This is related to our always-perfect communication. I've never asked to watch or record to satisfy my voyeuristic desires. I once thought it was my subconscious resistance to my wife's infidelity influencing me, but that wasn't it.

Because if the frequency of needing toilet paper decreased, I would ask her if she was tired or in a bad mood lately. At first, she would ask me why I asked that. When she found out that I had noticed the man's visits were less frequent, Guo Na would smile—very charming! So charming that I would immediately get aroused and immediately rush in. Later, whenever I asked, Guo Na would just smile and no longer ask questions. It's said that this is the legendary telepathy.

I once fantasized about Guo Na collecting her semen, freezing it, and then using it to make a dish on New Year's Eve. Perhaps fantasizing about eating it was a subconscious resistance, just like how never having met a man and made love to her might also be due to a subconscious resistance. Maybe what wasn't seen never happened. Who can say otherwise?

Nothing lasts forever; what you like, you don't like, and what's meant to happen will happen. In March 2009, things changed. Guo Na suddenly said she was going back to Xi'an, and she went. As for me, my project had temporarily stopped due to some issues, and my work schedule finally returned to normal.

Bored at home at night, I liked to call her, a habit I had from university. But this time, with Guo Na back in Xi'an, I felt our calls were very abnormal. Sometimes she wouldn't answer, and sometimes her attitude was strange. The melodramatic plots in novels actually existed in reality. Whenever there was a problem with the call, it was always a man having sex with a woman, and that woman was my wife, Guo Na.

On the third day in Xi'an, during a phone call, she suddenly said to me: "Last night when I answered your call, I was doing what you like!"

I said: "What was it?" I swear to God, I wasn't pretending to be confused, although I didn't know what it was; it was a ridiculous thing. :) Guo Na said: "A man was fucking me! He's cheating on you, making you a cuckold! Have you seen that guy?"

I immediately pulled out my penis and asked: "Who is he?" "

My homeroom teacher. We've eaten together several times, remember?"

"Is his big?" I didn't answer whether I remembered or not. I was concerned about something else. "

Big, bigger than yours! Much bigger!

Right! Are you comfortable?" "

Very comfortable! I'll have him come back later, okay?" "

Okay!

Are you comfortable?

Why are you asking me?

You must be masturbating :) Right! Why don't you do it later? When he comes, I'll let you hear."

"That's not good! What if he finds out?"

"It's okay, he won't! Just say you want to hear it!" Guo Na asked nonchalantly, though with a hint of impatience. "

I want to hear!" I hesitated for a moment, then answered with just two words.

"I'll hang up now, I'll call you back later!" "Honey, don't masturbate, or you won't feel comfortable later." Guo Na reminded me before hanging up. The phone call ended, and my hand stopped. Then I turned on my computer, went online, logged into a porn site, and quickly clicked on "Married Women Girlfriends." The wait was incredibly long, not just because of anticipation, but for almost two hours. The phone rang. "

Honey, what are you doing?"

"I'm online.

" "Oh, he's taking a shower."

"Oh, why didn't you call when he came in?" "

I didn't have time!" "

Oh."

"Honey, are you hard? " "Yes

."

"Do you miss me?

" "Yes.

" "Honey, you'll hear it soon, he'll last a while, don't worry :) Okay.

" "Honey, I love you!"

"I love you too!"

"Honey, um?

It's nothing, I'm going to shower too!"

I heard her leave, but my ears never left the receiver. The shower lasted a very long time, far longer than a normal shower. I know why. I ejaculated quickly, before they even finished. I ejaculated into the computer screen; my testicles felt like they were constantly electrified, and then I ejaculated, shooting a long way. When the sound came from the other end again, I was hard again. Believe it or not, whether you think I'm exaggerating or not, I'm definitely strong in this area; I've never experienced war-weariness or resistance. Maybe it's because I'm young. At

first, there was no language on the other end of the phone, only the sounds of kissing and panting, and the soft rustling of bedding.

Then came the woman's classic "Ah!" followed by the "slap slap" of flesh hitting flesh—the sound of a man's waist slapping against a woman's inner thighs, the sound of a man's testicles hitting a woman's perineum.

And then, most beautifully, my wife Guo Na's moans! For me, there was no sound more moving than that; the second most moving was the man's panting. Everything else was insignificant.

Guo Na, perhaps so I could hear her clearly, her moans had become a kind of unrestrained chanting. Unrestrainedness is her characteristic, and I think it's also a virtue. I love this unrestrainedness!

I was about to ejaculate again, but I dared not make a sound, yet even the phone stopped making the sounds I liked; Guo Na's phone was out of credit. Damn it, this is definitely the most frustrating thing in my life! I cursed the mobile company's management a thousand times!

I was going crazy. Luckily, there was "Sex and Zen," and luckily there was "Quasi-Couple Sex," and I ejaculated quite freely again, but I wasn't satisfied.

The next day, Guo Na came back. She told me that since graduation, no man with a bigger penis than her homeroom teacher had ever fucked her, so she really wanted to, and that's why she took leave to go. I asked her when her homeroom teacher had fucked her, and she said it was during her fifth year of university. Her homeroom teacher often took her sightseeing, and at the same time, he played with her breasts and the water between her legs. Moreover, I had also come into contact with her homeroom teacher's semen. University! What a fucking idiot! Teachers! Damn it! Women! Women are right :) I believe many people, like me, enjoy this extreme sexual pleasure, and I'm not prepared to accept criticism for that.

No one needs to say I'm not a man, I'm a pervert, or that I have no dignity. I don't think you're right, I don't think you're better than me, and I don't think your attitudes towards your wives, life, or sex are better than mine.

But I still want to share a feeling with everyone, and I don't know why. This feeling is a vague unhappiness, a vague lack of ambition. I don't know why, I don't know if this feeling has anything to do with a promiscuous wife, a cuckold's horns, or the label of "bastard." I thought it did at times, then I thought it didn't at others, then I thought it did at others.

This feeling persisted until December 2009, when Guo Na suddenly demanded a divorce. Divorce is a big deal, and besides, we had no reason to divorce. I never felt I had done anything wrong, and maybe he always thought so too. I earn money, support the family, treat her well, never stray, and I'm very strong, always able to bring her great pleasure. Aside from her homeroom teacher, no one is stronger than me.

Guo Na has always been good to me, caring for me and looking after me, and has never expressed any dissatisfaction. In other people's eyes, we are a model couple. I really don't understand why she wants a divorce.

Divorce is a big deal, but not a huge deal either; property and children won't bother us. Let her divorce. I know that when she decided to divorce, my opposition was useless. I am a man, she is a woman, but she is far stronger than me, mentally stronger. Besides, nothing is permanent—love, happiness, what belongs to you can belong to someone else, and vice versa.

Moreover, marriage is inherently unstable; I understand that! I also know that the most important thing in life is happiness, being true to yourself without hurting others. Guo Na is also someone who can let go easily, so the entire divorce process went very smoothly. After the divorce, I was temporarily homeless and had some belongings, so I stayed at her place. I would greet her when I came and went. Other than that, there was nothing ambiguous between us.

I traveled alone to Southeast Asia for about half a month. When I returned, there was a man in Guo Na's house. I remember opening the door, she introduced him generously: "This is my ex-husband. He's temporarily staying here because he has nowhere else to go." The man also shook my hand generously. After exchanging pleasantries, I went back inside. I put my things down, turned on the computer, and went online for a while. Then I vaguely heard Guo Na's moans.

It had been so long since I'd had sex! I really wanted it. Actually, I didn't want to hear those sounds because the owner of those sounds no longer belonged to me. But I couldn't control myself. I quietly left my room and quietly went to theirs. Guo Na's moans were very loud! So everything was so clear.

My appearance must have greatly aroused that man, because he was making a very strong effort, a kind of effort I was very familiar with. I had made that effort before when I felt something in someone else. Now, it was someone else making that effort. I was rock hard again. I reached out, pulled out my penis, and started masturbating while listening to the sounds coming from the door. This had happened before; when Guo Na didn't want to, she would whisper in my ear, saying things I liked to hear, things that would excite me. About a minute later, I ejaculated, shooting onto the door of the room where a man and a woman were locked, feeling incredibly satisfied. Then I tiptoed back into my room and went to sleep.

The next day, Guo Na woke me up. She laughed and said, "You masturbated outside my room yesterday!"

I said yes.

"Was it good?

" "No!"

Guo Na was surprised and asked why. Then she told me that the reason she agreed to let me stay was because she knew I liked hearing her having sex with other men. Calling men over to have sex was also to satisfy me. I asked her if her divorce was also to satisfy me. She hesitated for a moment. I said I was moving out. Guo Na said you don't need to move out, really, you don't need to. I said I had already found a place. She didn't say anything, and the next day, I moved out.

Then, I bought my own house.

Dark Green

For the next six months, I lived a very simple life. I bought my own house, a secondhand apartment of about 60 square meters. The furniture was secondhand, but of good quality, very new, and in my preferred style. I bought my own car, a secondhand Passat, in excellent condition, well-broken in, and very comfortable to drive. It seems like everything I like is secondhand! Used by others, but perfectly usable for me.

I occasionally had one-night stands, but the partners were always other men's women. More often, I relied on pornography, reading adult novels, thinking about someone, and then masturbating to relieve my desires. I spent a lot of time on construction sites, living and eating with the workers. I became a project manager, and then I switched to a new project, busy but fulfilling. I went on several blind dates; the women were satisfied with me, but I felt something was missing. I missed Guo Na terribly, but I never called her, yet I never changed my phone number. I always felt she would contact me. That feeling was incredibly complex; I was both worried she would contact me and longed for it.

My intuition was right. In May of 2010, Guo Na came to see me, saying she wanted to see my new home, and I agreed.

When I returned home, Guo Na was already waiting at the door. She was still so beautiful, especially, still so captivating! In my eyes, she was even more captivating. I desperately wanted to hug her immediately, but I didn't. I calmly invited her in.

After entering, Guo Na put down what she was carrying, opened the refrigerator, found some beer, took one can for herself, handed me one, and without saying a word, finished it and took a shower. I seemed unmoved, pretending to be calm as I sat on the sofa. After a while, she came out wrapped in my towel. She sat on the sofa and looked at me, but I remained unmoved.

Just then, she said, "Don't you want him to be a cuckold?" I immediately mounted her and fucked her hard. The moment I penetrated her, I said, "I'm a cuckold too! I want to be a cuckold too!" "

Okay!" Guo Na looked at me and smiled! That "good" was like a battle cry, nothing could stop the charge. I slaughtered her, leaving her utterly defeated, and I ejaculated in a torrent. After I shot inside, I bent down to kiss Guo Na's vagina. My semen flowed out, and I told myself it wasn't mine. I sucked it into my mouth, and as I was about to swallow, Guo Na said, "Give it to me." I fed it to her, and she fed it back to me, asking, "Husband, do you like the semen I'm carrying?" The past seemed to return in an instant, and I nodded heavily. I shoved my half-erect penis into her vagina and asked her, "Is his big?" "

About the same size as yours!"

"Do you like it?" "

I like it, I like it this big!" "Great! Just right :) You slut!

One isn't enough for me!

I don't believe you won't go out and find someone else!" "Does he agree to let you go out and find someone else?" "

You're still so great! You bastard! You bastard husband! You're still so great!

" I got hard again, hard inside her. There was no choice; I started the battle once more.

As before, and as with many things, once it started, it was unstoppable. From then on, Guo Na and I had sex frequently, sometimes at my place, sometimes at hers. Sometimes I wondered if her husband would interfere, but I wasn't worried; I believed she could handle him. However, one of her behaviors made me think more deeply. Many times she came with other men's semen, and often, if she finished having sex, she wouldn't clean herself up and would immediately put on her clothes and go home. If she cleaned herself up, she would stay with me for a long time. I had countless speculations about this, including my imagination about her new husband and her new married life, but I never asked, and she never mentioned it.

Just yesterday, we had sex again in my house, still wild, still violent, still using foul language, still filled with green fantasies. But this time, after we finished, Guo Na suddenly said to me: "Do you want to know why I insist on getting a divorce?"

I said no.

You don't not want to, you just don't ask. I know you desperately want to know, I know you've been angry with me, I know you're heartbroken, and I know even more that your child can't live without me. :) I looked at her and smiled: Really? You understand me that well?

Of course! We've known each other for over ten years, spent half our lives together since childhood. What don't I understand about you? Seeing that I was still stubborn, Guo Na teased me and then pressed her face against my chest. After a while, Guo Na looked up at me and said: Husband, he's just as infatuated with me as you are. I want him. I thought I wouldn't lose you, so I'm divorcing you. I thought we had a great understanding, that you would understand. But since the divorce, you've changed. I've tried so hard, even provoking him to have sex with me hard next door, but I still couldn't make you change. I'm so heartbroken! So, so heartbroken! I love you! I can't live without you, and I've never thought of leaving you! I feel it's all my fault that you've become like that! I'm afraid to do anything anymore, and I've lost my confidence. I thought I could never influence you again. Until a few days ago, I missed you so much that I came to see you. I thought, do whatever you want—scold me, hit me, humiliate me, even kick me out! I'd give up. But my husband, you're back to normal! I'm so happy!

Can I ask you a question? Hearing this, I finally couldn't resist asking the truth behind the question that had been nagging at me.

Tell me!

Does your husband know we're together?

He didn't know at first, but he does now.

Isn't he angry? I asked, a little surprised.

Guo Na didn't answer me directly. She told me: "Honey, I've put in so much effort to be with you! You know, I finally made him just like you :) Now he really enjoys me having sex with other people. Including you! You could say he prefers me letting you have sex with him. I divorced my wife so I could have both of you! And satisfy both of you! Now I've succeeded! Darling, do you know how much I've sacrificed?"

I don't know how my life will go on, how our story will end. I don't know how I can deal with the green hat that's been passed around between me and others, except to accept and enjoy it. But this story is over. I think there will be more and more men like me! This is both a prophecy and a blessing!

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