How does a cuckolded husband become?

Knock, knock, knock! I gently knocked on the door, and it opened. It was his mother.
"Auntie!" "It's Lele! Come in quickly. Xiao Fei is acting strangely. He locked himself in his room as soon as he got home this morning. Xiao Fei! Xiao Fei! Lele's here! Come out!" His mother called out to him.
He rushed out the door and pulled me along. "This child, Lele just arrived. Where are you taking her?" His mother's voice came from behind...
My husband leaned against a tree, lit a cigarette, and whispered, "What are you doing here?" "I...I...Husband, I was wrong. Please forgive me. You can do anything, as long as you forgive me." I didn't dare look at him and said guiltily.
"Why? Why did you betray me? Didn't you promise me I wouldn't see him again? Why are you with him?" My husband kicked the tree violently and shouted.
"Honey... I don't know... I don't know why I went out with him. I couldn't control myself. Trust me, I love you." I pleaded, trying to explain. "Do you love him? Do you like him?" My husband glared at me.
"I... I... a little, but that's because without you, without you by my side, after seeing you, no one else matters. I just want you to be with me. I only love you!" I kept cursing myself in my heart.
"You still love me? You really love me?" my husband pressed.
"I love you, I only love you, no one can replace you, really, husband! Otherwise, I wouldn't have come looking for you.
Trust me, the moment you appeared, I knew I was wrong, husband, please, come with me. Being separated like this is so painful for me." I could only use this reason to convince myself. I rushed forward and hugged my husband, pleading, "No matter what, Lele has always only loved you. Please, forgive me. Lele wants to be with you every day, wants to hold you, and never want to be apart. Life without you is too unbearable, I can't take it anymore. Please forgive Lele." I burst into tears.
My husband stroked my hair and gently said, "I love you too, I can't live without you, but you make me so sad. I don't know what to do. I can't bear to part with you, I can't live without you. Lele, come back to me, come and stay with me." My husband spoke softly.
"But...but...that's a job my mom worked so hard to find. I...I'll quit...my mom will be furious!" It wasn't that I didn't want to quit, but it was a civil service job that many people dreamed of. Such positions were extremely difficult to obtain, and my mom had to ask countless people for help to find one for me.
We fell silent, hugging each other in silence, thinking...Thinking about being with my husband, thinking about not wanting him to be hurt again, I made up my mind and said decisively, "Honey, I promise you. I'll quit. After a while, the company will have a competitive job posting system, and I'll voluntarily give up my position. That way, if I'm replaced, my mom won't be so angry. Give me some more time." "Really? Lele, you're really willing to lose your job just to be with me?" My husband exclaimed excitedly.
I answered him firmly, "Yes, really, I've decided. I want to be with you, I want your forgiveness, I want you to be happy." My husband hugged me tightly: "Okay, Lele, we can finally be together, we don't have to be apart anymore. I will definitely make you happy every day, and stop your suffering." "Husband, have you forgiven me? You're not angry with me anymore, right?" I asked my husband foolishly. "Silly girl, I never blamed you, how could I forgive you? I only hate myself, hate myself for not taking good care of you. But, you have to explain to me how you two ended up together." "Husband, please don't ask anymore, okay? I don't want to think about it. If I tell you those things, you'll suffer again, and I don't want you to suffer." I looked at him pleadingly.
"No, I need to know. I need to know where the problem lies, making you keep making mistakes. I want you to analyze and summarize the problem with me." My husband said earnestly, "Last time I asked you if you had done it, and you said no. Now you must have, right?" Hearing my husband ask me these questions, I felt particularly miserable and bitter. How should I answer? He will definitely be very angry and think I'm promiscuous. Will he stop loving me? What should I do? Should I not tell him? He saw that person that day, with pantyhose stuffed down there, looking so abnormal. I was so embarrassed. "I... um... I was forced..." How could I have squeezed out such a sentence?
"He forced you? How many times?" my husband asked anxiously. "Every time in your house? How could he force you if you didn't open the door?" "I...I...please don't ask anymore, I really don't want to think about him, please don't pressure me," I pleaded.
I showed my husband the letter he had written: "Buddy, hello! I'm sure you know who I am. What I want to tell you is that I also love happiness, and I love her too. Lele hasn't married you yet. Every man who loves her has the right to pursue her. Lele has the right to choose who to be with. If you love her, you should respect her and give her the freedom to choose. If you're a man, you should compete with me fairly, haha. But I think you don't dare. You must be afraid that I'll take Lele away from you. You're afraid of me, haha. If you're really afraid..." "Fine, just admit you're a coward, then I'll pity you and won't fight you for Lele." My husband clutched the letter, his hands trembling with anger. He was furious, rushing to where Chen Tao was lying at noon to reply to him, without thinking about how to get Chen Tao to see his reply... But the next day at noon, Chen Tao came again. He told me he was there to read the letter, and I had no choice but to let him in.
After that, the direct conversation between the two men made me feel much more relaxed. My husband stopped troubling me, stopped asking me all sorts of questions about details, and spent his days arguing with Chen Tao. He also stopped having sex with me much. When he came home from work, he would read the letter, get angry, and reply. Then Chen Tao would come over every day at noon to read the letter, play with her, and then reply, repeating this day after day.
"How did you play with him? Did you use your mouth? What positions did you use? Did you take the initiative during sex?
Or is it always you taking the initiative while he takes the initiative?" My husband fired off like a machine gun.
I said urgently, "Honey, how am I supposed to answer these questions?" I thought to myself, if I answered them all, wouldn't I sound like I was telling a dirty story? How angry would you be then, honey? I just wanted to tell you, honey, stop asking. Everything you've thought of, and everything you haven't thought of, Lele has already been played by someone else. Asking won't change anything, so why bother asking? Isn't it just asking for trouble? But I didn't dare to say it.
"If you say that, then you've had sex with both of them! Why did you take the initiative? Weren't you forced? Don't you only love me? Is it what you want? Is it what you need a man for?" My husband's spiking started again.
"You've gone too far! How could you say that to me? Are you saying I'm shameless?" I snapped. "Anyway, I don't know, and I don't even want to think about it. Don't ask anymore." "What did I say to you? Wasn't what I said true? Tell me, tell me where I went wrong?" My husband was equally furious.
So, we stormed back to his house. After that, whenever he had the chance, or whenever we were alone together, he would come and ask me, day and night. Sometimes I would answer, but most of the time I would pretend I didn't know and didn't want to talk about it. His questions became increasingly detailed, about every conversation I had with that man, about our actions, about every thought I had at the time. He wanted to know, desperately wanted to know.
Once, he pressed me so hard, got annoyed and angry, that I finally said, "If you don't want me, then forget it. I don't know why I went to that man, why I did those things with him. Let's break up. I'm the one who wronged you." "I'm sorry." He quickly added, "I won't ask anymore, I won't ask anymore, okay?" Later, he really stopped asking, but his illness worsened because he couldn't get the answer from me. He started fantasizing, fantasizing about me and Chen Tao making love, fantasizing about being humiliated by Chen Tao, fantasizing about all sorts of unrestrained and provocative behavior... He kept describing it to me, and I could only reply with "No," "Impossible," "How could I be like that?" "Don't be delusional," "I'm not that abnormal," "You're disgusting, I'll get angry if you say that again." But deep down, I knew it was really like that. Husband, why did you guess it all correctly...?
Because the two days after I took leave were the National Day holiday, I stayed at my husband's house for a long time. We had a great time and made up for the pain of missing each other. My husband's wounds were slowly healed, but without the pain, the sorrow, and the bitterness, what remained?
His fantasies, all sorts of fantasies. My husband seemed to have a new understanding of me. He seemed to believe that I had a strong sexual desire, and he was no longer as secretive about it as before, discussing it with me more and more directly, mixed with his fantasies. But I absolutely did not want to leave the impression of being a slut in my husband's mind, so I could only stop him from talking about it or pretend to be silent, pretending to be the innocent and clueless Lele, telling him that none of his fantasies ever happened, telling him that Lele could not do such things.
I did this only to love you, to protect you, husband, Lele is sorry... These days, my husband's sexual needs have also undergone a dramatic change, unlike before when it was always a normal ending, and what we had was more about love. Now, he's become lecherous. His conversations about love are inseparable from sex; he's always wanting more, and he'll play with me repeatedly, in every place, in every position, and in every possible location. He's gone completely mad,
regardless of place, time, or occasion.
To make up for it, I had no choice but to give in. After all, I had wronged him, and I had no reason to refuse. But my obedience also answered the unanswered questions in his heart. He became even more unrestrained, making increasingly outrageous demands, as if trying to make up for all the joy he'd lost. But he doesn't know the extent of the depravity between Lele and that man; he'll never know.
He ripped my shirt off, pulled out my breasts, and started sucking them greedily. "Let me go! Let me go!" I screamed desperately as he pinned me down.
"Yes, it's such a waste for you to quit your job, but what should I do? What should I do?" My husband works in a city much larger than mine, and he'd rather work in a smaller city. After experiencing
the licentiousness of Liao Pan Lele, my husband has become even more inseparable from me, loves me even more, and needs me even more. The National Day holiday is about to end, and my husband has made an unexpected decision. Because he works for a private boss, he's decided to quit his job and come with me to my city to find temporary work. Once I quit my job, we'll come back together. Surprisingly, his parents didn't object.
This decision made us both incredibly happy; the joy was indescribable. I was truly overjoyed and didn't think at all about what would happen to Chen Tao and me. I was determined to break up with Wei Weishu because of him; I just hadn't succeeded in doing so before.
My husband and I happily returned to my city. As soon as we entered the dormitory, I became his devoted wife, not only refusing to let him do any housework, but also personally taking care of his own duties. I poured him water, cooked for him, undressed him, washed his feet, and even stayed by his side while he played on the computer, feeding him water and helping him with his chores. He was so captivated by my pampering that I also thoroughly enjoyed this sweetness of serving my lover. We were completely one; his happiness was my happiness, his comfort was my comfort. When he slept, I…I…I couldn't sleep; I had to massage his penis. I had rescued our love, which was now tightly enveloped in sweetness, blossoming into a deep happiness!
*********************************************************************************** VI. Two Husbands Battle It Out
In our small county town, there are no job fairs, no newspapers, but my husband is truly capable. The next day, as soon as I got home from work, he told me he had found a job. I didn't want him to go to work; I just wanted him to stay home and be my devoted husband, letting me serve him. From then on, we wanted to live like a married couple in my dorm room.
Every morning, my husband and I would leave together. He was always late, so I would bring him lunch, which his colleagues laughed at. He told me not to bring him lunch anymore, and that he could just eat something near his workplace for lunch.
Less than a day later, Chen Tao showed up at my door again. I told him my husband was there and to stop looking for me, and then I ignored him and went back to my office. When I got home at noon, he was waiting at my door, saying he wanted to see my husband. I rationally let him in and sat down to talk to him properly, clearly telling him it was impossible and to stop bothering me. He remained calm and didn't try anything. He said he wanted to write a letter to my husband and started writing it on my desk.
When my husband came home from work that evening, I told him Chen Tao had come, that I had withstood the test, hadn't fooled him, and had persuaded him to leave. My husband remained calm and truly trusted me because I hadn't hidden anything.
"Heh, you scumbag: you're nothing but a lowlife, a pathetic little bastard. You dare to talk about having fun? You even have a girlfriend? How are you going to support your woman? Trying to steal her from me? What a joke! There are all sorts of people, you're not even on the same level as me. You're just a beggar. You need to be able to support yourself first before you spout this nonsense. Go find a prostitute, even prostitutes..." I can't be bothered with you. Don't put on an act for your grandpa; I don't even want to look at you. You're just a bunch of charlatans, aren't you? ... "Ugh~ Ugh! Spread me off!" I yelled. "You thug! Spread me off!" I struggled desperately.
"I'm a scoundrel, a lowlife. No matter how pretty you are, you're still a civil servant. You'll still get fucked by me, won't you?" He said as he tore off my shirt.
"Let me go, I beg you, I just want to be with my husband, please, don't ruin us anymore," I pleaded, crying.
He watched my plea and laughed, "Ruin you? Let you go? When you begged me to fuck you, why didn't you say I was ruining you? If you hadn't guided me, would I have ruined you?" He grabbed my wrists tightly with one large hand, lifted me up, and forced me to kneel before him.
My wrists were firmly held by his handcuffs, and his other hand pressed my head against his massive penis. I kept my mouth shut, preventing his cock from entering, causing it to rub against my face. It was
so big, seemingly longer than my face, hard, and even a little painful against my skin. My heart trembled.
Without resistance, he fucked me for a while, then lifted me up again and threw me onto the bed. "Bitch, lie down, let me fuck you!" he commanded. V. The Metamorphosis of Love
I couldn't resist, just like a dog can't resist its owner's command. I cowered and lay down, raising my buttocks and actively lifting my short skirt.
He forcefully thrust into my opening, penetrating me. My cunt was at his mercy, I could only lie there waiting, waiting for his long pleasure, sometimes even letting out lewd moans, but after the moans, I was filled with self-reproach and hatred.
The hand holding my head loosened, but my mouth was strangely pried open, and his thick penis shoved in, stretching my small mouth to its limit, my throat being repeatedly pounded. His extremely thick cock made my heart ripple, gradually exhausting me, and I went limp.
He thrust and thrust, then suddenly pulled out his penis and shoved it into my anus. I screamed "Ah~ Ah~," following his movements, screaming in rhythm, one thrust after another. Then a stream of hot semen engulfed my intestines, and I convulsed with pleasure, trembling all over.
He pulled out his penis, and I collapsed onto the bed, staring at him like a dead man. He then sat naked at his desk and started writing a letter… “Hehe, I’m so happy to see your reply. Looks like I’m going to drive you crazy, haha, you’re right, I’m a mess, a lousy person, but no matter how lousy I am, Lele loves me, loves being with me. You can’t do anything about it, she can’t resist the fact that she loves me. You’ve got her body, but her heart is with me, haha! You should be careful and go back to your city.” *Swish! Swish! Swish!* My husband tore the letter to shreds.
“Did he sleep with you at noon?” my husband asked fiercely.
“No…no, I didn’t want to, he wouldn’t force me. Husband, you trust me!” I answered quickly.
“Hmm! I trust you! I’m fine, I’ll reply to him…” It seemed they were really into it.

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