The emotional journey from being cheated on to becoming a cuckold's wife.

I've always wanted to write something, but I didn't know where to begin. Like many others, I went from being cheated on to having my wife cuckolded. More than ten years have passed, so I can no longer recall the feelings and details of that time. In 2010, my wife and I worked together in a shoe factory in Baiyun District, Guangzhou. We weren't in the same workshop, but we rented a place. The rent was very poor; it was just a large building divided into many single rooms. Of course, there was also a lot of fun. Almost every night, I could hear moaning and groaning. Even in the middle of the night, it was very exciting. Hearing the sounds of the bed rocking and moaning next to us would moan and groan, and we'd have sex too. We could hear each other, like a competition. In 2011, my brother-in-law was pursuing my sister relentlessly, winning over almost everyone in our family. When he learned that his future brother-in-law worked in a factory, he suggested that I go back home to learn to drive, and that the government would help me find a driving job, which would be much better than working outside. So I went back to my hometown alone, while my wife stayed at the factory for the time being. The story that followed happened when I returned to my hometown while my wife stayed at the factory. Like most young couples, our story inevitably unfolded.
After I returned home, my brother-in-law enrolled me in driving school. I went to driving school every day as usual, and in my spare time, I chatted with my wife on the phone and QQ. As time went on, I found that we talked less and less, and some messy thoughts started to creep into my mind (whether she was having an affair, whether she was cheating on me, etc.). I tried every means to find out about my wife's situation at the factory. Later, I found online that QQ members could check roaming records. Since I knew my wife's QQ password, I went to an internet cafe and bought her a membership. Whenever I saw my wife's QQ account was offline, I would quickly log into her QQ account and check her roaming information history to find all her chat logs. I found several messages with ambiguous messages between them. When I saw these messages, my blood rushed to my head, and I felt very excited. I was particularly eager to find out what would happen next. Finally, after more than a month, I found chat logs that were different from those of her workshop supervisor. He called my wife "wife" or "darling" on QQ, and my wife obviously did not show any aversion or objection. One of the chat logs was roughly as follows:
Supervisor: "What time do you leave work? I'll wait for you."
Wife: "I don't know, it might be after 11 o'clock."
Supervisor: "Can you come out at 9:30? I'll wait for you."
Wife: "I don't know. We're very busy with the orders right now, and XXX won't let me leave early."
Supervisor: "Go tell him I'll wait for you until 9:30, do you hear me?"
Wife: "I don't have as much freedom as you. It's always like this. I have time, but you don't. When I'm busy, you're always nagging me." (Later I found out that after I stopped working at the factory, her former supervisor also changed jobs.) When I saw the last sentence, my blood rushed to my head, and my heart felt like it was being scratched by cat claws. I just wanted to know the real meaning of that last sentence, both expectant and afraid. I'm not entirely clear about how I felt then. Then came the messages after almost 1 a.m.: Supervisor: "Wife, are you happy?" Supervisor: "Wife, what are you doing?" Supervisor: "Wife, why aren't you replying to my messages?" Wife: "I was just taking a shower." Supervisor: "Wife, were you happy tonight?" Wife: Yes. ...When I saw those chat messages, I was consumed by endless fantasies. For a while, I was in a daze. From the conversations and how he addressed my wife, I was pretty sure they had slept together, but I didn't have concrete written evidence. When it wasn't confirmed they had sex, just flirting, I found it exciting. But after confirming they had, I felt angry, scared, and helpless—a complex mix of emotions. Later, I frequently logged into my wife's QQ account to check her browsing history. My wife noticed I was logging into his QQ, so when she chatted with that man, she told him not to talk nonsense on QQ. Sometimes her husband would log into her QQ. Through more chat messages, I became even more certain that my wife had been slept with that man. But because we lived far apart, I couldn't talk to my wife face-to-face. We argued on the phone, and I was afraid of pushing her into someone else's arms and leaving me forever. So it all bottled up inside. When my wife came home for Chinese New Year, I often saw him chatting on QQ with other people on his phone, even when we were sitting around the fire at her parents' house. I knew it was most likely him chatting with that man. One night, after we made love, I finally couldn't hold back and asked him if he had slept with his former supervisor. My wife covered her head with the blanket and wouldn't say a word. I was furious and questioned him angrily. He had his back to me, still covered his head, and remained silent. I angrily turned her around and lifted her head with my hand. When my hand touched her face, I realized it was wet. In the dim light from outside, I saw that she was crying. At that moment, I understood—everything was understood without words! Seeing her tears, my angry heart softened. (The writing isn't good, and it's been a long time; just get the gist of the plot.)

经过这次老婆出轨行为虽然让我偶尔想起来很刺激，但是还是被我不能所接受的，但是为了家庭的稳定，过去就过去了。广州是去不成了，经朋友介绍她到县城通往乡下的大巴车上卖票，根据大巴车发车班次和时间的不同晚上会住在乡镇上和家里。如早班车从乡镇发出来，头天晚上就住在乡镇。早班车从县城发到乡镇，晚上就住到家里，同时在县城车站附近也有司机和售票员的宿舍，但是由于我家里住在县城，所以当车停靠县城时老婆一般都是回来住。而我拿到驾驶证后给我姐夫开了一段时间的车，也没有在县城其他单位上找到合适的事，就到我们县工业园区的一个工厂里面上班，就这样一日子有一搭没一搭的过着。但是作为一对年轻的夫妇，都拿着最微薄的工资作者不是特别体面的工作也是没有前途和希望的，恰好在我到工厂上班4个月后，我老家的一个在重庆做生意的老乡回来时找到我父亲，说回来找一个信得过的人过去帮他，同时呢也有意把我带出来。虽然当时说的工资很低，但是我本着发展的出发点就跟他到了重庆的酉阳县，就这样，我又跟老婆过上了分居两地的生活。由于原来分居两地时我老婆给我带了绿帽子，所以心里面就有了阴影，我还是会时不时查他的qq漫游记录（后面虽然我老婆改了qq密码，但是我有几个号跟他是好友，所以通过好友验证又重新设立了原来的qq密码了，不知道是他自己迷糊了还是怎么？后来没有在qq上防备我）。查到他的漫游记录，都是一些正常的聊天记录，其中有几个男女比较聊的多的就是同路线的售票员和司机，聊的都是一些跟工作有关的事情。其中一个男的聊的闲话比较多一点，被我重点关注了。因为他们聊的都是问一些你在哪个车？明天几点发车？今晚歇哪里？吃早饭了没有？这样一些话题，所以我也就没有太在意。但是到后来一段qq聊天记录让我确定我老婆又旧病复发了。大意是，男人问他今晚是否住镇上，我老婆回答住县城，男人让他调一下班住镇上，我老婆说不行，给女儿买的裤子要拿回去。后来就没有记录了，因为我猜测可能是通过电话联系的。这时候的我又懵逼了，因为没有确凿的证据证明他再一次出轨所以心情没办法用语言去形容，难受，愤怒，好奇。可是再一次qq聊天记录实锤了出轨事实，内容大概是：老婆说帮你把微信申请好了加你的好友了你通过一下。男人回他，我还有点不会搞，还要和你睡一晚上了才学的会，之类的话。再后来我通过他们的蛛丝马迹猜测到晚上要开房时，我就会在晚上不定时的给我老婆打电话，要么就是不接电话，要么就是响了很久或者打了几次过后才接电话，接通过后感觉声音在颤抖并且很小。我100%的确定她跟那男人在一起。挂断电话过后，我有闷着头一个人在被子里哭过，哭完了过后，脑袋里不由自主的浮现老婆跟另外的男人这会儿在做什么？想着想着鸡巴不自觉的就硬了起来，一直就处于这种愤怒和刺激相互交替的矛盾当中。在后来的电话当中，我有有意无意的问道一些敏感的问题，这时我老婆也察觉到我对他出轨的事情已经知道了，当我在电话里面质问他时，他哭哭啼啼的坦白了一切，原来那个男人不是跟车的司机，而是一个做工地的小包工头比她大了20岁，因为那人长期坐他们的车，一来二去的就熟悉了，俗话说不怕贼偷，就怕贼惦记，我老婆终于被他惦记上了。当然，我也在电话里面说了一些狠话，伤心的话，但是分居两地，跟上一次一样的情况。后来因为我爸的病重了，我回到了家里，那段时间我天天守在父亲身边，没有闲心来料理关于我老婆的事儿。直到我父亲去世，料理完后事过后。我跟老婆睡在床上质问关于她和那男人的事儿，她又是哭不开口，我边掐着她的脖子边狠狠的干他（只是为了表达愤怒没有使劲掐），她就一个劲儿的流眼泪，当我发泄完了射精后，感觉没那么愤怒了。就边擦着她的眼泪，边柔情细语给他讲做都做了，现在只要你跟我坦诚布公的聊一聊，表示你还愿意维护这个家庭，只要以后不再犯，为了家庭，我可以原谅。当她的情绪逐渐稳定过后，也知道我说的是真话时，才逐渐的跟我袒露心声。我问那男人是谁？他说叫某某某是做工地的，我问是怎么认识的？他说是在车上认识。我问他为什么要跟他搞，老婆说你又不关心我，他经常跟我聊，对我很关心。我问她第一次是怎么开始的，老婆交代跑车回到县城后，那男人请她和另外一个女售票员一起吃饭，吃完饭后，大家就各自回家，等我老婆回家一会儿，那男人就打电话，告诉他在某某宾馆开了房，要不要出来玩一会儿？我老婆就答应去了。这时我插嘴问道，那你明知道他开着房喊你出去，你没想过是想搞你吗？我老婆说想过，我说那你为什么还要去？我老婆非常不好意思的说她自己也想。我说那你去了过后是怎么开始的，我老婆说一敲开门后两个人就直接抱在一起亲了，然后就开始脱衣服直接干仗。在询问的这个过程当中，我刚射了的鸡巴又硬如钢铁，再一次的翻身上，马把这个骚货狠狠的干了起来。（末完待续）

在经历两次被老婆戴绿帽子后，当伤心愤怒绝望的所有情绪发泄过后，当坦然接受现实过后。我的内心也逐渐发生了微妙的变化，每次做爱之前和做爱当中都会不由自主的想象别的男人操我老婆的场景，此时的心境非常的玄妙，更多的是刺激，但是每当激情过后又感觉索然无味。但是每次欲望来临又不由自主的想起，如此循环，逐渐光凭想象已经不能满足我的欲望，所以每当在我爱前抚摸我老婆的时候就会让她讲述跟别的男人上床的经历，（在前面有网友评论说我老婆骚，不安分，实际上就算是现在我也还是认为我老婆是一个非常传统的人，两次偷人，都只是在特定的环境，特定的时期和自身的生理需求等多种因素而造成的）。但是我老婆就说自己不会讲，问他怎么日的？他就说就是这样日的。没办法，指望他像小说里面描述的那样去讲述过程是不可能的啦，所以我就只有去引导和提问。我问她在广东跟她原来的主管是怎么开始的？在以挤牙膏的方式一问一答中还原当时的场景，即便是在这个过程中也让我兴奋不已。

Anyone who's worked in a factory in Guangdong knows the habit of gathering in groups of three or five for late-night snacks after overtime. One day after get off work, on the way out of the factory gate, my supervisor offered to treat me to a late-night snack. Since late-night snacks are usually just something like fried noodles, and it's common for people to treat each other, my wife didn't refuse. While we were eating, my supervisor opened two bottles of beer, and in the relaxed atmosphere, he persuaded my wife, who doesn't drink at all, to have a few. After dinner, my supervisor suggested we go out for a while before going back. Perhaps because he'd accepted my kindness, I somehow ended up being taken to a temporary rental room, similar to a short-term rental hotel. I asked, "What did you do inside?" My wife said, "Nothing, just sat and watched TV." I asked, "So how did it start?" My wife said, "How do you want me to explain how it started? We just did it like that, you know that, right?" I was incredibly frustrated at that moment. To understand the details and visualize the scene in my mind, I patiently continued, "After you two went in, who touched whom first?" My wife said, "He touched me first." I asked, "How did he touch you?" She answered, "He touched me with his hands." I asked, "Where did he touch you?" She answered, "My breasts." I asked, "Did he touch you from the front or from behind while hugging you?" She answered, "From behind while hugging me." As I asked this, an image immediately flashed into my mind: a man in a small hotel room, hugging my wife from behind, his hands grabbing and kneading her breasts. My blood boiled. Excitedly, I continued, "So you just let him touch you like that?" She said, "No, I couldn't pry his hands off, and he was holding me so I couldn't walk." I asked her, "Were you scared?" She said, "No." I asked, "Why weren't you scared?" My wife countered, "Why should I be scared?" I was speechless, and jokingly said, "You were about to be raped, shouldn't you be scared, resist, and scream?" At this point, my wife relaxed and told me, "It's not like I've never done it before, what's there to be afraid of?" I asked, "Did you want to do it yourself?" She shyly told me, "Yes." Because my conversation with her was entirely question-and-answer, I was too lazy to type it out. Then, her supervisor was rubbing her breasts and kissing her neck. My wife's nipples hardened, she was wet, and she was panting. Her supervisor seemed to be an experienced man; seeing that the time was right, he started to take off my wife's pants. Although my wife was wearing jeans, making it difficult to remove them, she feigned resistance and cooperated, and her underwear was pulled down to her calves. Then he made my wife turn around, put her hands on the bed, and stick her butt out. Her supervisor loosened his belt, took off his pants, wrapped his arms around my wife's waist, and started having sex with her from behind, rubbing her breasts as he did so… I asked my wife, "Is it good?" My wife said, "Yes." I said, "Does it feel better when he does it or when I do it?" She replied, "Both." I said, "If you really want to compare, who makes you feel better?" My wife hugged me tightly and said that it felt good when her husband did it. At this point, I would close my eyes, imagining my wife's supervisor having sex with her, while thrusting wildly. [This section consists of questions I asked her while we were having sex, presented in a question-and-answer format, and in a piecemeal fashion. Therefore, there isn't much description of my wife's inner feelings or physical sensations. This is because I'm narrating, not writing erotica. Please refrain from negative comments.] (To be continued)

Ever since I learned about my wife's two extramarital affairs and she openly discussed them with me, our sex life has taken a turn for the worse. It's also led me to develop a habit I don't know if it's good or bad: every time we have sex, I involuntarily imagine other men touching and penetrating her. I get incredibly excited during these moments; it seems to be the only thing that stimulates me in our sex life. Besides repeatedly asking her about the details of the two men having sex with her, I also make her compare whose penis was bigger, who lasted longer, who felt better, and who had sex more often. With each question and conversation, my wife gradually opened up and talked about these topics openly. But after a while, these two men, who were already a couple, no longer particularly aroused my interest. So, I started guiding her to fantasize about our male friends having sex with her. My wife cooperated fully, fantasizing about almost every male friend we knew, discussing how each of them would have sex with her during sex. It even progressed to the point where I started fantasizing about my brother-in-law, or his brother...
While fantasizing about these scenarios, I also told her that sex and love can be separate. I hoped she could enjoy more sex, which was also a way for me to express my love for her. She agreed with me, but for some reason, when I actually asked her to openly face reality, she became unwilling. Now we live apart. Every time I go home, I ask her if she's cheated on me, and she always readily agrees, telling me who she's cheated with. This only happens during sex. After the passion subsides, when I actually discuss this topic with her, she jokingly tells me that even if she wanted to, she wouldn't have the opportunity or time. She has two children every day, taking the younger one to and from school, cooking for them, leaving only an hour or two in between. She doesn't have a social circle to meet more men, and even if she did, it wouldn't be possible to just start a relationship. I've thought about it, and these kinds of things only happen in special circumstances, in special environments, and under special circumstances!

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