My wife is being slept with by another man, yet I feel a surge of excitement.

This article is based on my wife's personal account and contains no obscene content.

This incident actually happened quite a while ago, and I've always wanted to record it, but I either lacked the mood, the atmosphere, or the time.

Now that spring has arrived, and everything is reviving, many long-forgotten memories are unexpectedly swept away and flash into my mind.

Having withstood the test of time, they haven't yellowed or faded like old film; instead, they remain fresh and new, as if they happened just yesterday.

Among these memories, the one that most easily evokes my passion is my wife's personal account of an affair.

Whenever I think of this, a strange excitement surges within me, making me even more loving towards my wife.

This was my wife's first affair after marriage. Before marriage, she had never been with a man, and after marriage, she adhered to the principles of womanhood. It was I who began to be influenced by the idea of cuckolding, and it became an uncontrollable urge. I always fantasized about seeing my wife having sex with other men, imagining her serene face flushed with excitement, imagining her panting softly as another man thrust into her, and my own genitals would feel incredibly shameless. From then on, the female lead in every Japanese adult film I watched would automatically be replaced with my wife's image, and I would silently enjoy that unique feeling.

I must mention my wife here; she is the absolute leading lady of this story. She is 160cm tall, weighs less than 100 pounds, has a slender waist, firm breasts, a flat stomach, and skin as smooth and white as a pearl. Even after so many years of marriage, her figure remains unchanged.

However, that's not all. It's no exaggeration to say that with her seemingly innocent appearance, rosy and sexy lips, gentle and lively eyes, and long, slender, and toned legs, she could easily win over any man.

During that time, I was away for six months of business training, and my wife and I lived apart. We chatted quite a bit on QQ.

I often send my wife lewd online articles to tease her. After reading them, she gets aroused but can't seem to resolve the situation. I often secretly laugh, smugly pleased with my despicable behavior.

Once, after reading one of the erotic articles I sent her, my wife said, "I want to try having an affair too. Look how well those online articles about having affairs are written, how wonderful that feeling is."

Hearing that she wanted to have an affair, I involuntarily got an erection.

Sorry, I've digressed a bit. Now, let's get back to the point.

This guy is my wife's college classmate. They didn't interact much in daily life, only occasionally chatting on QQ after graduation.

Father Time surely hasn't forgotten that during my wife's college days, she secretly liked this guy. I've seen his picture; he's about 175 cm tall, with a well-proportioned figure, and he works out regularly—the sunny, healthy type. Coupled with his handsome appearance, refined manners, and unconventional personality, he was quite popular with girls.

This was a stark contrast to the honest, unsophisticated, even sleazy men one often encounters in life. Unfortunately, this guy already had a girlfriend during college, so his wife could only keep her feelings hidden.

After graduation, they went to different cities, their only contact being occasional casual chats on QQ, and things remained peaceful.

Until one day, the guy messaged me saying he was feeling down because his wife had cheated on him, they were divorced, and he would have custody of their twin children. During that period, he was emotionally empty and under a lot of pressure, so he naturally started chatting online more. That's how his relationship with my wife began.

They started chatting, and since I wasn't home at the time, their conversations became more frequent. However, my wife kept this a secret and never revealed a word to me. However, I later discovered some clues. My wife had bought that man a Zippo lighter with three wolves on it, and by some twist of fate, it ended up in my hands. I was quite angry about my wife's concealment.

Then, things develop according to their natural laws. If things are going smoothly, or everything is ready except for the final push, then no matter how much you try to prevent it or how much you hesitate, the final push will eventually come.

As their feelings deepened, they met. Although the two cities were far apart, their boiling hormones drove their passionate journey, making even the phrase "the ends of the earth" seem insignificant.

Their first meeting was in the parking lot below my wife's office building. He hadn't told her beforehand; it was a surprise appearance.

He came out to greet her as she came out of the office lobby after work, startling her quite a bit. Fortunately, there weren't many busybodies around, and my wife got into his car. They drove around the suburbs for a while, stopped by the roadside, and chatted for a bit. I imagine the atmosphere in the car was quite ambiguous.

Nothing happened this time, but the man subtly took my wife's hand. My wife later told me that the man tried to kiss her that time, but she politely refused. However, she later told me that the moment the man grabbed her hand, she felt like she'd been electrocuted.

That was the end of their first meeting; I have no way of knowing the details. However, the truly exciting thing happened in the following two weeks.

After their first meeting, the man seemed confident he could win my wife over. Soon, they met again.

He arrived at dusk, during the late autumn when farmers were burning straw. Thick smoke billowed from the roads, visibility was extremely poor, and he didn't maintain a safe following distance in his SUV, rear-ending a small truck. His front bumper was smashed. He called 110 to determine liability and contacted his insurance company. By the time everything was settled, it was already past 10 pm. He

then contacted my wife, saying he had arrived, checked into a hotel, and wanted to see her.

It was so late, and his wife hadn't planned to go out, but after hearing about his miserable experience, she felt a pang of pity and took a taxi to his hotel.

The hotel was right next to the station and looked quite unremarkable from the outside. According to his wife, her classmate had booked the best business room; the room was large and had a luxurious feel, with soft, warm lighting that seemed especially comforting in the late autumn chill.

The man, dressed in a suit and thin shirt, welcomed his wife in, and the two sat on the sofa, chatting idly about trivial matters. The

real turning point came when the man asked his wife if she was cold. She said she was fine, and the man said, "Come to me, I want to hug you."

His wife stood up and walked over to him.

The air in the room began to thicken, and the distance between them closed. The man was tall and strong, a stark contrast to his wife's petite and delicate figure. The man had his wife stand on his toes, then gently embraced her from behind, silently inhaling the fragrance of her hair.

His wife weighed less than 100 pounds, and standing on his feet didn't put any pressure on him; on the contrary, it ignited his desire. He lifted her step by step, carrying her towards the bed, while she, already lost in passion, knew what was about to happen.

As they walked, the man's restless hands caressed her breasts.

She had a standard B-cup, not too big, not too small, just right to be grasped in one hand.

The man rubbed her already erect nipples through her clothes, like plucking the strings of a pipa.

Her breasts were her most sensitive part, and with the cozy room, the man she once loved, and the atmosphere filled with ambiguity, how could she resist?

The scene unfolded like a movie. The man pushed his wife onto the bed. She tried to undress herself, but he wouldn't let her, stripping her clothes off piece by piece until she was naked. Then he took off his own clothes and pressed himself firmly against her.

Somewhat disappointingly, he didn't lick her genitals; instead, he used all his skill to fondle her smooth, alabaster breasts, sucking on one nipple while playing with the other. Sometimes he would suddenly suck half of her breast high with his mouth, then release it with a "pop," letting her breast bounce back quickly. He repeated this, until his wife's cheeks flushed and she gasped for breath.

Meanwhile, his hands weren't idle either. One hand caressed her breasts, while the other roamed over her genitals. Under his continuous teasing, she was already completely aroused and utterly exhausted.

There was a little incident here. When the wife was aroused by his teasing, she took the initiative to give him oral sex. After a couple of blows, she realized he wasn't clean enough, so she made him go to the bathroom to wash again.

After he washed, the wife vigorously gave him oral sex, making him groan "ouch!" repeatedly.

Clearly, the man was quite satisfied with his wife's oral skills, because he asked her, "Who taught you all this? I didn't realize you looked so innocent, but you're so good in bed!" The wife smiled without answering and continued to stroke his penis.

What happened next, I think you can guess. However, the man's first time was very short; he ejaculated quickly, without a condom, directly inside his wife's vagina.

After their first time, they went to the bathroom to wash up, wrapped themselves in towels, and lay down on the bed.

Seeing that it was still early, the man hugged her from behind to rest, his hands tightly holding her breasts.

Because my wife was still in the throes of excitement from what had just happened, her breasts were swollen and unusually firm, making it difficult to cover them with one hand.

After resting for more than an hour, at the man's teasing, she made love to him a second time.

This time was much better than the first; the man was more erect, lasted longer, and my wife felt a more intense pleasure.

Their battleground moved from the bed to the sofa, and then to the desk. They tried several positions, including the missionary position that my wife liked, and the doggy style that she couldn't handle.

Later, my wife told me that her college classmate was taller than me, but his penis wasn't as long or thick, and it wasn't as hard. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that he was a relatively unfamiliar man, so making love with him felt particularly exciting. With each thrust, she felt a strong, tingling sensation in her vagina.

The usually virtuous wife had transformed into a complete slut. She pushed the man onto the bed, leering as she climbed on top of him. With one hand, she lifted his erect penis and thrust it into her vagina. When his entire penis was swallowed by her vagina, even his testicles were covered by her pubic hair, she let out a satisfied moan. Her hips writhed wildly against his. The man, seemingly stimulated, braced himself against her armpits, lifting her above him. Then, with a sudden upward thrust, his penis plunged perfectly into her honeypot. He released her, letting her body fall naturally under gravity, allowing his penis to penetrate even deeper, pressing firmly against her clitoris.

After a few more thrusts, the wife felt a pulsating sensation deep within her vagina, like a gushing spring. With each intense vaginal contraction, she was close to orgasm!

My wife probably didn't want it to end so quickly. She quickly got off the man, brushed the hair off her mouth, and completely ignored the fact that the penis that had been repeatedly thrusting in and out of her was covered in her vaginal fluid. She swallowed the penis whole and began to frantically stroke it up and down… My wife told me that what she found most unforgettable was that just before the man was about to ejaculate, he dragged her to the edge of the bed, his strong wrists gripping her ankles tightly, spreading her legs wide open. Her dazed eyes, snow-white breasts, and full pubic hair were all exposed to him.

The man's penis then viciously and deeply penetrated her overflowing vagina, then suddenly pulled out, then viciously thrust in again, repeating this repeatedly. My wife's pleasure grew stronger with each wave. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were glazed, her breathing was rapid, and her head was constantly shaking from side to side. The man, also affected by the intense visual impact of the scene before him, increased his thrusting speed. My wife said that the man's thrusting speed was incredibly fast, an unimaginable and indescribable speed.

The man's body slammed against his wife's mons pubis with crisp "slap" sounds, accompanied by her dazed, almost whimpering cries, and the creaking of the mattress, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of the debauched inner palace of ancient Rome.

Tears streamed down the wife's face as she moaned loudly, but the man tightly covered her mouth, stifling her sounds, and increased the speed of his thrusts.

Suddenly, the wife's eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, her hips twisting violently, her arms tightly wrapped around the man's waist. With her mouth covered, she let out a long, muffled moan—she had orgasmed!

Seeing this, the man thrust wildly a few more times, then pressed himself firmly against his wife, sweating profusely and breathing heavily. Hot semen filled my wife's once tight little hole. She later recalled that afterward, she found her buttocks and certain corners of the sheets were wet, and the area around her hole was a mess of vaginal fluid and semen.

Later, my wife still went home, even though it was late and I wasn't home. She said she still wasn't used to spending the night with another man.

Later, the man went to work in a more distant city, and may have started a new family; they lost contact.

This is what my wife told me herself during sex, after much teasing; all the details were dictated by her.

Hearing her story of infidelity, I felt incredibly excited. That night, I was particularly hard, and we made love for over an hour, with my wife constantly wet.

Because of this, my wife enjoys the feeling of having an affair alone. Although this isn't good for our relationship, since my wife likes it, why not give her more trust? What's the point of investigating who's right and wrong when we're old and in our coffins?

So, let's trust each other more, and just be happy!

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