Ruguo Love (Return Side Story) (01)

Returning to Side Story 1:

Isolation Plan 1 After seeing my wife have sex with other men so often, the decrease in stimulation was inevitable.
In my wife's interactions with J and G, I always played the role of the one enjoying the cuckolding thrill, but this stimulation was no longer enough to further improve my cuckolding level (refer to my cuckolding level test), so some changes were necessary.

This change was suggested by a seasoned strategist.

Actually, he's an online friend I've been chatting with for a long time, and his skills in training are quite profound.

When he first made this suggestion, I was against it.

However, after much thought and several discussions with him, I decided to give it a try.

His method shifted from "sexual pleasure" to "sadism."

The method was to limit the frequency and manner of my wife's sex, further lowering the bar for her having sex with other men.

Specifically, the strategist suggested that I abstain from sex with my wife for two weeks, while Ru could freely have sex with J, G, or other men.

If I really couldn't endure it, I could request my wife to perform oral sex or breast sex to relieve my pent-up desire.

I secretly carried out this plan behind my wife's back. Two weeks wasn't too long, but it wasn't short either, for someone like me who's a hardcore cuckold. I managed to hold on after resisting the urge to masturbate several times.
My wife seemed to care about my feelings, and only had sex with J and G once during those two weeks.

However, the second round was when the real torture began.

After her period lasted four days, my wife's libido skyrocketed, and because of our agreement, I couldn't satisfy her. So, starting with a casual flirtation, my wife had sex with a man she felt a connection with. The day after that, she dressed up and went to a hotel with this single man, whom

I'll call Zhi.

When she came home late at night, my wife passionately told me about Zhi's prowess, saying that she could have sex three times in a row, something not every man could do easily.

That night, I was almost alone, imagining my wife swaying wildly under Zhi's crotch, while my engorged penis couldn't even touch her. The vivid image of her climaxing surged through my brain with my semen.

Because I hadn't had any release for three weeks, I felt like my semen was about to burst forth at any moment.
Unfortunately, I had a wet dream in the middle of the night.

The feeling afterward was great, but my advisor warned me that this "release" was basically a wasted effort, so the timing needed to be recalculated! My wife complained incessantly when she heard the news. We

were supposed to complete our initial plan in less than a week, and then have a passionate three-hundred-round battle, but...

My wife felt sorry for me and asked if I wanted to do it once more, since I'm her husband, her main course, and she was still looking forward to making love with me, the legitimate wife.

But for some reason, I was like I was under a spell, actually looking forward to this "restrained" pleasure, unable to extricate myself.

I resolutely rejected my wife's advances.

I decided to strictly enforce a one-month isolation plan starting that day.

My wife, somewhat helpless, had no choice but to relent.

Quarantine Plan 2: In the initial stage, my wife only contacted J and Zhi once a week for casual sex, maybe 2-3 times a week. But for me, those times when my wife went out on dates or tried on makeup and clothes at home were the most unbearable yet most enjoyable moments.

The weather in September was incredibly comfortable; anything could be worn.

Every time my wife tried on clothes and socks, she would cheerfully ask for my advice. For me, my wife's only standard for dressing was to emulate hostesses.

Of course, this was just wishful thinking on my part; my wife's taste in clothing was actually quite good—sexy without being vulgar was her standard.

I still vividly remember one night when my wife went out to dinner with Zhi, dressed very stylishly: a beige fitted dress, thong pants, nude patterned pantyhose, and beige high heels.

She looked both sexy and sophisticated.

My wife asked for my opinion on what to wear underneath, and without hesitation, I handed her the fitted lace corset I had just bought at the sex shop.

This corset not only perfectly accentuated her waistline, but also made her enormous breasts almost burst out of their hemispheres under its constriction and compression.

Thankfully, her little dress covered most of it, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to wear it out.

Throughout this process, all I could picture was Zhi taking off the dress and burying his face in my wife's breasts, thrusting wildly. Every time I help my wife choose clothes, I get as hard as a rock.

Filled with anticipation, I personally took my wife to the restaurant. Obviously, I wouldn't let Zhi know I was there, nor would I reveal my fetishes.

He just needed to satisfy my wife during quarantine! Haha, and so, the days when my wife went out for sex each week became my happiest and most anticipated time. When the month was almost up, my strategist congratulated me on successfully completing my quarantine mission—I was out of quarantine! On the day the ban was lifted, my wife and I were incredibly excited. I ejaculated three times in a row for the first time. Although the first round only lasted a mere 10 minutes, the second and third rounds were remarkably quick. My wife and I shared our thoughts and feelings from the past month, while fantasizing about incredibly exciting topics. Our harmony reached an unprecedented level! After the three rounds, accompanied by my wife's soft snoring, I tossed and turned.

I contacted my strategist on QQ and shared my feelings and mindset.

Unexpectedly, he had already guessed my reaction and had already planned a third round of isolation for me!
Isolation Plan 3: The next day, my strategist and I spent the entire day discussing how to continue and amplify this feeling, how to further deepen our cuckoldry.

At his suggestion, we agreed on a new "isolation plan."

This time, the isolation plan would last for two months.

Some might say, "Two months without touching your wife? I don't believe it." Don't

worry, let me explain.

The specific plan is as follows: 1. Within two months, my wife and I cannot have intercourse more than twice, and we must use condoms.

If this happens more than twice, the quarantine period will automatically extend by one week for each additional instance.

If the husband uses his hands, mouth, or breasts during sex to make the wife ejaculate, the quarantine period will be extended by 3 days, and this can be accumulated indefinitely.

2. The wife can freely choose lovers or casual sex partners for casual sex. Lovers cannot use condoms.

Casual sex partners will be discussed on a case-by-case basis.

3. The wife must choose one man to live alone with for one week within one month, for a total of 2 weeks over two months.

4. The wife's title must be changed during the quarantine period. If she chooses J as her temporary husband for one week, she must call him "Mrs. J" or a similar title during that month.

5. The wife can reduce her husband's quarantine period within two months in the following ways:

Successfully hooking up with a new single man reduces the quarantine period by one day; completing a group sex session with a single man (new or old friends are both acceptable) reduces the quarantine period by the number of days equal to the number of single men participating in the group sex session (if it's internal ejaculation, the reduction is doubled).

Single men can be chosen by the wife herself or introduced by me.

After discussing the general framework, my strategist and I meticulously planned the details. To escalate the "wife-cuckolding" aspect and to give me more excitement, he suggested meeting me during my wife's period to ensure I had no chance to see her. He even deliberately scheduled the hookup around the time of her period, when hormone levels were at their peak. He even calculated her fertile and safe periods based on her menstrual cycle.

After two days of discussion and fantasies, my strategist and I finalized a seclusion plan, with him supervising my adherence.
Two months is a long time, almost a quarter. At an opportune moment, I showed my wife the printed plan.

Her first reaction was silence, her second was surprise, asking if I was joking—what man would give his wife away to someone else! My heart was pounding. Worried my wife would completely deny it, I gave a sheepish laugh and replied sheepishly, "Really, honey, I get really excited just thinking about what's in there. Besides, we're not just any ordinary couple, right? You and I have both experienced that feeling, so I think you can understand."

"Two months is too long! I won't do it! Only twice a year with my husband? I won't do it!"
My wife was getting a little temperamental. Seeing the situation was getting out of hand, I quickly poured her a glass of water and, while watching her drink, tried to negotiate with her.

"Honey, look, the agreement has ways to shorten the time, right?"

"I've looked at those, and they're all unreliable. Where are there so many good men for me to play with? Besides, I still have to work, don't I?"

True, good single men aren't many. How about we shorten the time to one month? That night, I found a strategist online to discuss it with. Unexpectedly, the strategist patiently persuaded me, telling me to stick to not touching my wife and to find an opportunity to go on a business trip or something, delaying until about a month before gradually making progress.

I hesitated, feeling a mix of trepidation and worry. But the thought of the incredibly twisted terms in the agreement overwhelmed me with a racing heart, and I agreed.

My wife and I didn't mention the agreement again, continuing our normal lives. Three weeks passed, and aside from her usual casual hookups with her lover, my wife didn't seem to change much. However, almost every time she wanted to have sex with me, I would refuse, citing being too tired or feeling unwell. In the

last week of the month, my wife got her period as scheduled. My attentive care was essential; taking her to work and picking her up after work were mandatory. The day after her period ended, I couldn't resist anymore and finally found an opportunity to have sex with her. However, due to the long period without release, I ejaculated quickly.

Although I really wanted to do it again, I restrained myself for the sake of my plan, leaving my wife, who had only had a taste and was extremely unsatisfied, tossing and turning in bed. The second month of the agreement had officially begun.

At my urging, my wife went on a date with a single man. Actually, I had already arranged for him to chat with her, knowing what she liked and disliked, so he easily won her over. Naturally, they met, went to a hotel, and had sex. Afterwards, my wife was very satisfied. Why? The man was physically excellent, technically superb, and incredibly stamina. My wife, already sexually frustrated, was like a fish in water, overjoyed.

That week, she didn't bother me anymore, just saying hello after work before going to see her lover .

It wasn't always sex; sometimes it was just dinner and a chat.

After all, men have limited energy.

That week, my wife felt reborn, and she was exceptionally gentle with me. One weekend morning, while I was still sleeping, she took me...

I never expected this. Half-asleep, I felt a seductive beauty sitting on my lower abdomen. By the time I realized what was happening, she was almost at orgasm, and I couldn't resist either. I ejaculated...? Now that things have come to this, I've already used up my two opportunities to be intimate with my wife. Although I felt good after venting once, I still have some worries about my plan.

This single man is from out of town, but he works locally and rents a nice 50-square-meter, fully furnished room outside the second ring road.

The following week, he'll be going on a business trip to Hangzhou for a meeting, which will last about four or five days.

My wife, watching her lover go on his business trip, asked me for a hug. However, I'm a very self-disciplined person; the agreement still has three weeks left, and I can't break the rules.

One night, I finished showering at 9 pm, intending to go online to report to my advisor and maybe read a novel to my liking. Less than half an hour later, my wife came out of the bathroom, wearing a towel, and ran to my side.

"Honey, I masturbated while showering, it felt so good, but I'm not done yet. I want to have some fun with you, okay?"

"Honey, I have to write some reports today, and I have to give them tomorrow, otherwise my boss will scold me~"
I lied firmly.

"I don't care, just make me feel good before you write, honey!!!"

The long, drawn-out slur made me lose my senses.

I was resolute, shaking my finger to express my refusal, and immediately turned my face back to the screen, otherwise my wife's huge breasts would make me lose control again.

"Hmph, you can do it, just you wait, you'll regret it,"

my wife huffed and stormed off.

I smiled smugly, hehe, I was just afraid you wouldn't be in a hurry! I focused on chatting with my strategist, who kept praising me! Just as I was engrossed in reading the novel, the door clicked open. I turned around in shock, and oh my god! In less than 10 seconds, my manhood was already in battle mode. My

wife changed into my favorite sexy lingerie set, and even wore high heels, and walked gracefully towards me.

As she got closer, I heard a buzzing vibration. I looked down—a vibrating egg! This girl still has a vibrator in her mouth~ Her deep cleavage and wanton moans left my mind blank. She walked up to me, gently pulled open her 36F bra, and presented her white breasts and nipples to me! Everyone, although I'm usually very patient, and although my plan has been going smoothly, at this moment, I succumbed. With my wife

's huge breasts in my mouth, I wrapped my arms around her knees, pushed her onto the single sofa next to me, spread her white stockinged legs, and ripped off the vibrator, frantically sucking on her labia and her juices.

A little while later, my wife pushed my head away, gave me a seductive glance, rolled over, and lay face down on the sofa. I had lost control, pulled out my big brother, and thrust straight in…
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