Ordinary World

My wife's name is Ye Wanqing. We met in junior high school; she was in the same class as me. We didn't interact much. She wasn't
particularly outstanding, just pretty with regular features and average grades. So was I; we were just
classmates from the next class.

Back then, gangsters were still popular, and puppy love was common on campus, with schools
seemingly indifferent to it. I was in love with the girl in her class. I wrote her love letters and even staged chance encounters, but
she neither accepted nor firmly rejected me—much like a modern-day "green tea bitch." Fortunately, a student like me could
only give so much. In high school, I figured things out. Giving up my obsession with her opened up
new avenues .

My girlfriend and I seemed destined for each other; strangely, we couldn't be separated. During the
time , it felt like every molecule in the air was vibrant! We had endless things to talk about, and whenever we had free
time, we'd be together, discussing everything.

Of course, we talked about sex too, but we were both quite shy and traditional. Intimate gestures were possible, but limited to
hugging and kissing. Touching each other's private parts happened only two or three times, always done in moments of passion and stopping just in time. We went to university
in the same city. Back then, smartphones weren't common, and personal computers weren't widespread; texting was the norm on campus.
We bought a 500-message package, but still exceeded the limit.

To send more text, we would write every message fully before sending it. We met almost every week,
then rode our bikes around. My girlfriend on the back was innocent and happy, and I, holding the handlebars, felt as if
I held our shared happiness in my hands. Naturally, we had our first time during that period.

Carefree student days always pass quickly. My girlfriend graduated and, almost without hesitation, chose
to stay in the city. I found a place near campus, moved her belongings there, and we lived together
. She started her first job, earning a meager salary. We were content with our life together, unaware
that a crisis was lurking beneath the surface.

My girlfriend's parents disapproved of her choice, a fact she hadn't told me. One night,
after we made love, she told me her father had asked her uncle to
find her a job in G city, a tourist city in a neighboring province, and he insisted she go.

She asked me, "If I go, will it be the end for us?" I rationally analyzed
the potential consequences of distance, and then she cried. We hugged tightly, and I cried too. A few days later,
I took her luggage and saw her off at the train station. As for me, I was about to graduate, juggling job hunting and postgraduate entrance exams.
I had no time for sadness and plunged into the intense graduation process.

By March 2009, the postgraduate entrance exam results were released—I hadn't passed. Fortunately, my job search
results were fairly clear. I had basically secured a job through an interview at a telecommunications company not far from my university.

With my future settled, before starting work, I finally bought a ticket to G city for the first time. I bought the cheapest green train ticket,
an 8-hour journey, arriving at 5 a.m., then took a motorcycle taxi to my girlfriend's place. In the cold wind, she was waiting
for me at the entrance of the complex in her pajamas. The moment I saw her, a feeling of happiness welled up inside me.

After finishing the pork rib soup she had made, I hurriedly took a shower, while she was already waiting for me in bed. I lifted the covers,
her familiar scent filling my nostrils. I pressed myself against her, expertly kissing her lips, exploring her
fragrant tongue. My girlfriend cooperated, extending her tongue, and we intertwined.

My fingers explored my girlfriend's private parts; she was already incredibly wet. I joked, "
So wet already?" My girlfriend didn't answer, but hugged me, her small hands reaching for my penis. Of course, I was already fully
erect! I thrust in all the way, my girlfriend's insides were incredibly hot and wet, she had already begun to writhe passionately. It had been so long since our bodies had been
so intertwined, hot and intense.

I spent five days in G City, and in those five days, I felt like I unleashed all the pent-up energy I'd accumulated over the past year.
Every day, I'd cook dinner, wait for my wife to come home, eat, take a shower, and then go at it. The next morning, it
was always the same.

My company is a state-owned enterprise in the telecommunications industry, considered a large company within the sector. After
working overtime to finish a major project, the company gave us a month-long vacation. I spent that entire month in G City, and it was
during this month that my life and my girlfriend's life changed.

G City is a tourist destination, renowned for its beautiful scenery. While my girlfriend was at work, I'd buy groceries, and the rest of the time
I'd just relax and have fun. I explored every place in G City that was worth visiting, but eventually returned to my computer. Finally, as my
friends guessed, I came across cuckoldry novels.

Before that, I'd watched countless pornographic films, but I was practically immune to them; even the most beautiful
actresses couldn't arouse my interest. It was cuckoldry novels, on the other hand, that made my penis stand erect and incredibly aroused. Back then
, I read all sorts of cuckoldry novels, all kinds. I unconsciously fantasized about the female protagonists as my girlfriend,
often unable to distinguish whether the beautiful woman being violated by a migrant worker/pervert/classmate was my own girlfriend or someone else.

Seeking stimulation, I would masturbate and fantasize about my girlfriend having sex with a muscular man, just like in those novels.
My favorite fantasy was a man with a huge penis lying on his back, while my girlfriend
sat naked on top of him, his large penis inside her vagina.

My girlfriend would be touching her breasts, her hips twisting wildly. Every time I fantasized about this, I'd
ejaculate within two minutes. Afterwards, there was an endless emptiness…

Day after day, I felt increasingly trapped. When I had sex with my girlfriend, I started
fantasizing . I even said things like wanting others to join in. Sometimes she would cooperate, sometimes she would remain silent. My friends
often use the word "training," but it doesn't quite fit my girlfriend and me.

Shortly after discovering this fetish, after a late-night intimate encounter, I
told my girlfriend about it with deep sincerity.

I said, "I have something to tell you, don't be afraid."

My girlfriend said, "What is it? Don't scare me."

I said, "You won't be able to accept it, but you must believe me, I will never hurt you. I
'm telling you this because I feel I can't bear this pressure alone anymore."

My girlfriend said, "Go ahead."

I said, "I want you to have sex with someone else." I paused, and my girlfriend didn't speak. I continued, "Maybe..."
"It's because I read too much porn. I especially like to fantasize about you having sex with other people, and it excites me. And now I truly
feel it; I really want you to have sex with other people. I want to see someone else's penis inside your vagina. I want to see
you reach orgasm under another man's thrusting. I love you so much, and the more I love you, the stronger this strange thought becomes."

I remember we talked until very late that night, but I was mostly the one doing the talking. I can't remember
exactly . Finally, my girlfriend said, "Don't worry, and don't feel pressured. Try to read less of those porn stories
." I knew it was impossible to convince her in a short time.
For , it's weird and immoral.

In the days that followed, we remained as loving as ever, and we both avoided mentioning this topic. After a while
, I started saying things like "Let's find a stud to fuck you together" during our lovemaking to stimulate her,
and my girlfriend slowly began to respond, sometimes even tacitly cooperating. From her body, I could clearly
feel the effects of these catalysts.

Clearly, she was producing more vaginal lubrication, and her hip movements became more frantic. Sometimes, she would
ask me, "What kind of person are you going to find to fuck me?" I would tell her, "What kind do you like?" "I like handsome guys
, a little chubby." I would say, "Okay, then let's find a handsome guy, his penis is really big,
much bigger than mine. Let's both put our penises into your vagina at the same time!" My girlfriend would innocently say, "How can we put two in
at the same time !"

From then on, we had a new way of flirting during sex. Its effect was obvious, making both my
girlfriend excited and stimulated. But after I ejaculated, I felt a sense of weariness, and even
a little disgusted by the thought of cuckolding. I instinctively avoided thinking about it anymore, which was actually a subconscious escape.
When my girlfriend was sober, she never mentioned cuckolding.

It can be said that the fantasies during sex did not actually advance the cuckolding process. At most, it only allowed
my girlfriend to imagine this scenario and experience the stimulation of this method.
The two huge hurdles my girlfriend had to
overcome to finally agree to play this adult game with me were safety and love. Safety mainly stemmed from concerns about public criticism of such outrageous behavior; if exposed, it would certainly ruin her reputation and be extremely shameful.
Another aspect of safety was the potential danger posed by our chosen partner, including his health problems and the risks of a bad
character .

Love was my girlfriend's deepest concern. She was constantly troubled by why her boyfriend was so obsessed
with her sleeping with other men. Before she could be sure of me, she suspected I no longer loved her and
was scheming against her? Or, most likely, that I was using her as a bargaining chip to
sleep with other women.

I began to subtly and gradually lower her guard through a slow, deliberate persuasion. I
read a lot of erotic articles on specialized websites, including analyses of the psychology of cuckolds, some of which
were quite insightful; I also searched for articles on sexual psychology, which were very helpful.

I mostly watched Korean erotic films, full of taboos and temptations to cheat. My girlfriend would often get aroused while watching
, and we'd have sex right afterward. Then, I'd inevitably use scenes from the movies to "brainwash" her. I sincerely
revealed my innermost thoughts to her, telling her my most direct ideas without reservation.

At that time, it was a huge risk. For those who didn't understand, this could lead to
a loss of dignity. Fortunately, my girlfriend understood me. Our relationship was great. We almost
never doubted each other's loyalty. I made great progress in persuading her. She went from initial
resistance and doubt to gradually discussing the topic with me calmly, which was important—it meant we
were discussing it rationally.

But later, I realized I didn't truly understand her heart, or rather, I didn't truly
understand women. Looking back, I suspect that some time ago, my girlfriend had already
mentally agreed to this kind of thing, but out of self-protection or caution, she hid it
very well , never showing it. So when she suddenly suggested having sex with someone else for the first time, I
was completely stunned!

Later, naturally, we got married. That night, after a day of ceremonies and toasts, I was exhausted.
Lying on the wedding bed, I was too tired to move.

However, my wife slipped her hand inside my pants and started masturbating.

I teased, "My little bride's getting aroused."

My wife said, "They say it's a wedding night, and although we've made love countless times, it's
a once-in-a-lifetime event, and I don't want to miss it."

While grabbing my wife's soft breasts, I said, "But I'm too tired to move. How about I call the best man to fuck you?"

My wife said, "Hey, you want to let someone else fuck your girlfriend on your wedding night? You're such a coward! Come on, if you dare to call,
I dare to let him fuck you."

I jolted, and my penis stood erect and hard as iron. My wife knew my erogenous zones. Although she was showing signs of
fatigue from long-term use, whenever I fantasized about the moment it happened, the image of my thick, hard penis penetrating my wife's tender vagina,
I couldn't control myself.

The skyrocketing housing prices put me under unprecedented pressure. Two years ago, I gritted my teeth and made a down payment, becoming
a mortgage slave. After someone took over, the company's business declined, resulting in
a decrease . Moreover, I was busier than before, mainly due to various meaningless training sessions.

Under the pressure of life, I was so busy that I couldn't even take care of myself; this wasn't the life I should be living. After accumulating some
experience and connections, I chose to start my own company.

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