Where did your earliest ideas about cuckoldry or threesomes come from?

I read a erotic novel called "Wife Gives Itself to the Bank Manager" after I got married. Does anyone know if this story is true or not? My stories are all true. After reading this article, I didn't feel any shame, but I did feel that the protagonist's wife was very excited when she was with other men.

The following is a repost:

Because I lack social connections, I've been working as a regular teller at a small savings branch of a bank. I'm almost 38, and my work isn't going well. My wife is 34 and works as a clerk in a small private company; her salary isn't very high either.
Recently, there were some personnel changes at my workplace, and a section chief position became vacant. I was eager to seize this opportunity; if I missed it this time, I didn't know when the next chance would come. So, I went home and discussed it with my wife, hoping to get the position.
My wife said, "Then let's try to find some leaders in the bank, give them some gifts, and see if there's any hope." Actually, I know myself that these days, without connections, ability alone is useless.
I know that Zhang Zilong—the branch manager—can help me. He's a veteran in the bank, having held a leadership position for many years and amassed a considerable fortune. All my gifts and money to him have been rejected. Moreover, Branch Manager Zhang has been unusually concerned about me, repeatedly talking to me and saying I have a good chance. Every time we get to the crucial points, he always steers the conversation towards my wife. I vaguely know what he's up to and what's going to happen.
My wife met this bank manager, Mr. Zhang, once. She came to my workplace when I wasn't there, and he asked her to wait for me in his office. It was probably then that he developed feelings for my wife, attracted by her quiet, virtuous, and graceful appearance. My wife later said that her impression of him was that he was a bit older and very kind, but that wasn't her main impression.
Last night, Mr. Zhang invited me to dinner. After a few drinks, perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, he kept steering the conversation towards my wife, praising her beauty and elegance, saying she was far superior to his wife, and that he wished he had a woman like her. He said, "If you let me sleep with your wife even once, this section chief position will be yours." I was furious, but dared not show it, because I still needed this older man—my boss!
Back home, under the influence of alcohol, I tearfully told my wife, "Mr. Zhang likes you. If I want to become this section chief, you'll have to give me your body..." She remained silent.
Seeing my evasive gaze, my wife vaguely understood my meaning. She knew that it was helpless and painful for an ordinary man like me, without social connections, to resort to such a desperate measure for the sake of his career. And as a wife, what could she do?
The next morning, as I was leaving for work, she said to me just as I was about to leave, "Then let's invite him over for dinner in a few days!"
In the following days, I was immersed in humiliation and confusion. I hated my incompetence, hated that I had to force my beloved wife to accept another man. These past few days, my wife had refused my sexual advances due to her fear and aversion to sex, which could be seen as her expression of resentment and dissatisfaction towards me.
It was the weekend, and my wife got up late; it seemed she hadn't slept well for the past few days. After she got up, I urged her to go buy some groceries, saying that Bank Manager Zhang was coming over for dinner and I wanted her to show off her cooking skills. I could tell she went out to buy groceries very reluctantly. The moment she left, my heart broke; my heart bled. Endless humiliation left me feeling utterly lost and exhausted. I kept asking myself: What am I doing?
During dinner, my wife and I drank with Bank Manager Zhang. He kept his eyes fixed on my wife, chatting and laughing with her, while she looked at me. I kept my head down, avoiding her gaze.
My wife quickly ate some food with our four-year-old daughter and went back to our room to put her to bed. As our daughter returned to her room, she suddenly asked, "Mommy, why is that fat uncle staring at you?" My wife stared blankly at her daughter's innocent, concerned face, too embarrassed to answer. Yes, Bank Manager Zhang was over fifty; he could be our daughter's grandfather.
It was almost 10 pm after dinner. Bank Manager Zhang had drunk quite a bit, so I suggested he stay and rest. He also felt he had drunk quite a bit and readily agreed. I asked my wife to tidy up our room so he could rest in our bedroom.
While Director Zhang wasn't looking, I handed two condoms to my wife. She took them, her eyes turning away in despair. She knew in her heart that she couldn't possibly keep her virginity for another man tonight; in a little while, her body would no longer belong to just me.
I said, "Director Zhang, go back to your room and rest. I'll have her make you a strong cup of tea to sober you up." Director Zhang, smiling, swayed his obese body into our bedroom. At that moment, my heart ached as if stabbed by needles; my heart was bleeding. Director
Zhang went into our guest room. My wife hesitated in the bathroom, washing herself. I couldn't bear it, so I hugged her, closed the door, and kissed her. When I touched her breasts, my wife pushed my hand away and told me, "I should go." She comforted me, telling me not to worry too much, that maybe nothing would happen. In truth, we both knew what was about to happen.
My wife went into our daughter's bedroom and said to her, "Mommy and Uncle have something to talk about. Can Daddy keep you company and tell you a story?" Our daughter nodded obediently.
As my wife passed through our living room, she hesitated, stopped, and turned back to see me standing there, looking at her with a blank and disappointed expression. She took a few steps towards me, but then suddenly stopped. I knew she was probably having second thoughts; she was probably asking herself over and over: Should I really accept this situation? I really didn't know what my wife was thinking. Perhaps she was thinking: Her husband had worked at his company for so many years without a promotion, watching everyone around him climb the ladder through connections—it must be incredibly painful for him. Seeing my disappointed and pained expression, wasn't that humiliation too? For my sake, she couldn't let this opportunity slip away. My wife lowered her head helplessly, unable to meet my eyes. She knew my inner conflict; wasn't her heart also bleeding?
My wife turned around and sighed softly, so softly that only she could hear it. Filled with resentment, she walked towards the room that would bring us shame—our love nest, but now…
At the door, she knocked lightly, looking at her reflection. She was wearing light-colored capri pants and a light-colored short-sleeved shirt, her bra faintly visible beneath. This outfit made her skin appear even whiter. The
door opened, and Manager Zhang let my wife in. She hesitated, but went in anyway. The moment the door closed, she turned back, her eyes meeting mine. I stared at her, mesmerized. Her mind went blank; she felt a frantic, numb panic.
The door that would bring us shame was closed, followed by the click of the lock. I stood there, closing my eyes in despair, tears streaming down my face.
Entering the room, the wife felt even more nervous. Although this was her home, she was now facing another man. Just moments before, at the door, she had been wondering how to handle this awkward situation. Although she was a woman in her thirties, a wife and mother, and no longer shy about sex, how could she possibly cope with this situation? Manager
Zhang noticed her nervousness, but being an experienced man, he said, "Sister-in-law, sit down for a while!" He pulled her hand and sat her down on a chair. She felt his hand was icy cold. Manager Zhang
sat down close beside her. "Sister-in-law, don't worry," he said, "I'll definitely help with this matter. It's just a matter of a word from me, so don't worry!"
"Thank you so much, Manager Zhang." "
Don't mention it," he said. "Your husband is so lucky to have such a beautiful wife! Sister-in-law, you are so beautiful!"
"Is that so?" the wife replied softly, glancing uncomfortably at Bank Manager Zhang.
He placed his hand on her leg, causing her to tremble slightly in fear. Neither of them spoke. Bank Manager Zhang's fingers traced her leg through her thin capri pants, the fabric allowing him to feel the elasticity of her thigh and sending shivers down her spine.
When they first entered the room, the wife had been very nervous, unsure of what kind of perverse sexual acts Bank Manager Zhang would commit against her, or whether she could bear the humiliation. But now, it didn't seem as terrifying as she had imagined. Bank Manager Zhang simply had her sit beside him, casually stroking her thigh, without taking any further action. The wife's heart began to calm, silently allowing Bank Manager Zhang to caress her. Perhaps they were both lost in their own thoughts, needing this tranquility.
After a long while, Bank Manager Zhang's hand stopped, leaving her thigh. The wife's heart tightened; she knew this wasn't the end of it.
"I want you! I want to possess your body..." Bank Manager Zhang's breathing suddenly became heavy. Then, he pulled his wife close, placing a large hand on her breast and kneading it forcefully through her clothes. His wife bit her lip, panting, and instinctively pressed her hand against his, trying to stop him from touching her. She
had never let a man other than her husband touch her body before. Today, in her own home, in her own bedroom, an older man her husband had invited was rubbing and kneading her private parts. She couldn't imagine what he would do next...
Bank Manager Zhang looked at his wife's flushed face and asked with displeasure, "Don't you want to?"
His wife explained against her will, "No, it's just that I'm not used to it, it feels so strange."
"It's okay," Bank Manager Zhang said, while continuing to rub her forcefully. His wife knew that stopping him was pointless and might only upset him, especially since he had already touched her. So, she slowly released her hands, closed her eyes in despair, and leaned back in her chair.
Bank Manager Zhang's actions became increasingly rough. His wife felt her breasts being squeezed painfully. He then laid her down on the chair, her head sinking into the cushions, feeling her breasts being forcefully squeezed.
"Your breasts are so big, much fuller than my wife's," Zhang muttered to himself as he unbuttoned his wife's clothes, pushing up her bra to expose her two white, tender breasts completely to the old man. Immediately, Zhang's hands began to tremble. His wife mentally resisted her swollen, shameful nipples, turning her head away in embarrassment, unable to look at Zhang's face.
Zhang grew increasingly excited, his actions becoming even rougher. Soon, his wife's bra was ripped off. He lifted her legs, removed her socks, then unbuckled her belt, pulled down her pants, and casually pulled down her underwear. The wife, humiliated, raised her hips in cooperation. She knew things had come to this point; refusal was pointless, only submission remained—her husband would rely on this old man from now on, and tonight she belonged to him.
The wife was completely naked before Zhang, his eyes drawn to her fair body. He was surprised to discover that she was hairless.
The wife glanced at Zhang, who was undressing. The middle-aged Zhang had a large belly, and the wife saw that his body was covered in dark hair. He scooped her up and placed her on the bed, forcefully spreading her long, white legs. He hurriedly tried to put a condom on his penis, but the wife whispered, "Don't put it on. I want to give you the ultimate reward." "You can ejaculate inside later. My husband always wears a condom when we have sex!"
He looked surprised, but still smiled gratefully at his wife and said, "Thank you, sister-in-law." His wife said, "It's nothing. As long as you can help us this time, you can do whatever you want." Bank Manager Zhang said, "Don't worry, sister-in-law, I'll take care of it." His
wife closed her eyes. She felt his penis pressing against her labia, so hot, as if it were eroding her genitals. She knew what it would mean if it parted her labia and entered her body, but she was powerless to stop it. She knew she wouldn't refuse it. She
felt the fluid secreted in her vagina had already betrayed her. Her vulva was being pressed against by his penis, and she felt her labia being gradually opened. Due to excessive tension, she felt her vagina contracting intermittently. Bank Manager Zhang tried several times but his penis couldn't enter her vagina. He stopped, tried a few more times, but still couldn't. He stopped and looked at his wife. His wife was at a loss after all the actions just now, staring blankly at Bank Manager Zhang. The two of them were frozen in place, neither of them moving.
Finally, the wife took the initiative. She moistened her finger with saliva, smeared it on her vulva for lubrication, then lifted her hips, pressing her vulva close to Zhang's penis, hooking her right leg around his hip, and placing her left foot on his shoulder. Actually, after his earlier ministrations, her labia were secretly anticipating his penetration.
"Oh..." he let out a long sigh, feeling the warm, slippery comfort of her vagina as he entered her. His wife also let out a soft moan, gripping the sheets tightly, trying to control her voice.
A smug smile appeared on Zhang's face, and he began to thrust. His wife bit her lip to stifle a sound, pressing her hands tightly against her breasts to prevent them from swaying with his thrusts. Zhang thrust forcefully, the impact of their bodies and the ecstatic pleasure of his penis touching her cervix driving him even more frenzied and powerful.
The pleasure gradually overwhelmed my wife's body, and she finally couldn't help but moan softly under another man's body: "Ah...oh...ah..." At this moment, in the living room, a phrase came to mind: "Man is the butcher, I am the fish." My wife could only be manipulated by Director Zhang.
At this moment, Director Zhang deliberately used his long penis to slowly but forcefully thrust into my wife's uterus. Each thrust made my wife extremely tense. Her legs were spread open in humiliation, allowing that hard penis to ram into her vagina at will.
While thrusting, Director Zhang pressed and rubbed my wife's clitoris hard with his fingers. The stimulation, which was both tingling and painful, made my wife suffer unbearably, but there was also an indescribable strange feeling. She could clearly feel Director Zhang's penis thrusting wantonly in her soft and tight vagina, gradually inducing her to orgasm.
In a daze, she only heard Director Zhang say, "Sister-in-law, your vagina is so tight! Does your husband not fuck you often? Why is there so much water? I like it so much! Sister-in-law, your little pussy is so good, let me fuck you until you feel good!"
The wife took a deep breath nervously. The intense pain from her clitoris was unbearable. She could only plead with him in her heart, "Be gentle, be gentle, if this continues, I really can't take it!"
Director Zhang's thick waist suddenly thrust in with force, and the wife's whole body was pushed onto the bed. "Ah..." Tears welled up in the wife's eyes, both from pain and sadness. She knew that at this moment, in his eyes, she was nothing more than a prostitute and a whore selling herself to him, with no dignity whatsoever.
Director Zhang's huge glans pressed tightly against the wife's cervix. He held the wife's head tightly with his hands, and his chest pressed roughly against her breasts. The wife saw that Director Zhang kept his eyes closed and his head tilted back, enjoying the pleasure that his subordinate's wife's body brought him, while she herself had by now become somewhat accustomed to the fierce impact of his penis on her uterus.
The bank manager looked down at his wife and said, "Is this the first time another man has played with you in your own home? And your own husband is outside listening to us making love. Isn't that great?" His wife, unable to bear such blatant words, turned her head away in humiliation.
The bank manager chuckled and continued, "It wasn't easy getting my hands on a beauty like you! Being inside you is like soaking in a hot spring! Your little cunt is so soft and tight, it even sucks you in!" His wife could feel the bank manager's penis growing harder and harder, filling her vagina completely.
The bank manager's breathing quickened as he rubbed his rough face against his wife's cheek, gently biting her earlobe and kissing her neck. His wife had always thought this was something only her husband could do to her, but now a stranger was doing it to her.
Bank Manager Zhang then said, "Remember this: from today onwards, in this house, I'll be like your husband, and I can play with you anytime!"
The wife knew that for the first time, her vagina had accommodated another man's penis, and that this was a man she couldn't refuse. Now, she was truly being pressed beneath his obese body. She knew that this man would use her vagina and his intertwined penis to rub against each other, reaching orgasm before ejaculating into her body and uterus—this was his goal—sexual intercourse. And at this moment, her wife was engaging in sexual intercourse with another man for her husband's future…
Then, the wife felt the penis inside her begin to move, slowly withdrawing and then slowly pushing back in. The wife frowned, biting her lip, and tried to suppress the sensation. Soon, the wife felt a surge of heat throughout her body. Her inner thighs and buttocks began to itch, and her breasts swelled. The area where she was joined with Director Zhang was hot, burning, numb, and itchy. Soon, she was drenched in sweat, and her vagina became even more lubricated with each thrust.
Waves of tingling pleasure engulfed her body. It was the first time she had ever experienced such intense sexual arousal and pleasure from another man. However, humiliation forced her to suppress it. She couldn't let Director Zhang see that she was experiencing pleasure; she absolutely couldn't show this man any vulnerability as a woman, as a wife!
The more she tried to suppress it, the stronger the pleasure became, and her heart raced faster. She gradually realized that she could no longer control her body's instinctive reactions. She shamefully heard the sound of water splashing from their joined bodies. She could no longer hide it; her body was gradually revealing that she had been completely possessed by him!
When she heard him say, "You're feeling it!" she was overwhelmed with shame. Even more terrifying, the speed of his thrusting increased. It was unclear whether it was the contraction of his wife's vagina or the thickening and lengthening of his penis, but his wife felt a bulging sensation inside her. The increasingly intense pleasure traveled from her vagina straight to her uterus, powerfully impacting her consciousness.
Their breathing gradually became rapid. "Mmm...mmm..." The bank manager couldn't help but open his mouth first, groaning and panting as he thrust into his wife. His wife bit her lip, afraid she would also moan like him; if she did, she truly couldn't face herself and her husband.
Her husband's choice had filled her with heartbreaking resentment. She truly hadn't expected that the man who had pursued her for five years would use her body to exchange for a position. In the past few days, she had only wanted to be alone, trying to convince herself that giving her body to a man who was infatuated with her and knew how to enjoy it wouldn't be too bad, and unknowingly, she had given her pure body to this man.
Now, completely naked, she was being sexually assaulted by a strange man, yet she couldn't discern whether she was accepting or resisting. The contrast between her psychological and physical state made everything seem like a dream, and tears streamed down her face.
The bank manager's thrusts grew faster and more powerful, the sounds of flesh colliding echoing with each violent movement. His penetration brought her to a state of overflowing vaginal fluid, her entire bottom soaked. Her breasts swayed before her eyes, her nipples swollen, red, and hard. She knew her resistance was utterly weak and powerless.
As Director Zhang thrust in and out, the wife gradually ceased resisting the man before her. She began to feel something for him: she should belong to him, and the woman making love to him, responding to him with her body beneath him, was his woman…
The wife could no longer restrain herself; her moans, “Mmm…mmm…mmm…mmm…” grew louder. The man sucked on her lips, and the wife, immersed in the overwhelming passion, involuntarily opened her mouth, meeting his tongue. Their tongues immediately intertwined. Later, he simply sucked her tongue into his mouth, biting it tightly with his teeth. Her tongue was wantonly played with in his mouth, and the wife could no longer breathe.
The suffocation produced an even more intense pleasure, suddenly pushing the wife to a frenzied peak. A powerful tremor spread rapidly through her body; for the first time, the wife had experienced an orgasm brought on by a man other than her husband. "Ah..." The wife gasped, her whole body tense, her swollen labia and spasming vagina tightly contracting and gripping his glans. Intense sexual arousal caused her body to tremble violently.
At the same time, Director Zhang ejaculated. In her dazed state, the wife felt his semen repeatedly washing over her cervix inside her vagina. The man's sweat mingled with her own, flowing from her breasts onto the bed, making the sheets even wetter. The room was filled with the mixed scent of their fluids, constantly assaulting her senses...
He stopped thrusting, simply gripping her breasts tightly and pressing her to the bed, as if waiting for her orgasm to subside. The wife, exhausted, could only raise her hips, pressing their lower bodies tightly together, trying to keep his semen inside her.
The wife's tense limbs gradually relaxed, and her trembling subsided. She realized her legs were still tightly wrapped around his waist. Although the experience felt like rape, she now felt an indescribable pleasure. After experiencing an unprecedentedly intense climax, the wife felt somewhat exhausted, lying there motionless, her eyes still moist.
The man's hands left her breasts, and her breasts, which had suffered from the pressure, regained their fullness and firmness. Her breathing became slightly easier, but she felt a slight coolness in her cleavage, realizing that she was soaked in sweat from the intense excitement.
At this moment, she felt Zhang's penis harden inside her again. He said to her triumphantly, "Sister-in-law, seeing you climax like that makes me want to devour you. Let me give you one more time!" The wife was too ashamed to face him. Then his penis began to thrust again, still so firm, so slow, so powerful, slowly retreating behind her labia, using the glans to part her labia and then slowly inserting again.
His unhurried thrusting made the wife cast aside her remaining shame, arousing her excitement again. "Mmm... mmm..." the wife cried out helplessly. The wife tried to bite her lip, but the pleasure made her open her eyes and mouth to look at him again and again, and she couldn't help but wonder if this wanton woman was really her.
Their excited sounds alternated with each thrust and each impact, and the pleasure made the wife slowly lose her mind. She gradually began to cooperate with his thrusts. The wife couldn't help but put her hands on his waist, raise her hips, put her feet on his thighs, and spread her legs apart so that his penis could penetrate deeper, until his labia were tightly pressed against his testicles when it was fully inserted.
He pulled his wife up, making her sit upright, so she was sitting naked on his lap, held in his arms. This sitting position, with her naked, left her feeling awkward and uncomfortable. She had never imagined such a position could be so embarrassing for a woman, and
she lowered her head in shame. Bank Manager Zhang grinned lewdly, opening his arms to embrace her from behind, pulling her back into his arms again. His hands then slid down to her buttocks, grabbing her bottom and lifting her up while simultaneously pulling his thighs inward. The upward force propelled her body upward, and she cried out in surprise, but then fell back down, sitting once more on his thick penis. This completed one round of friction between their genitals. And so
it went, a second time, a third time… His wife's body remained completely passive, rising and falling on his lap, continuing to endure his manipulation. His strong arms lifted and lowered his wife's buttocks repeatedly, and the intense visual stimulation made her lean against his shoulder in blissful comfort, moaning softly. The contact of their chests made her even more excited. "Ah...no
...I'm coming again...oh..." His wife hugged Zhang tightly, resting her face on his shoulder, her breasts pressed against his chest, moaning in ecstasy, her vaginal fluids gushing out again... He held his wife tightly in his arms and kissed her lips passionately once more.
After the climax, endless shame made his wife bury her head in his chest, her gaze falling on his large belly pressed tightly against her own. The copious amount of semen released during her climax had soaked his thick pubic hair, which clung wetly to their lower abdomens.
Just then, Bank Manager Zhang slowly laid his wife down on the bed. He pulled out the vile penis that had been ravaging his wife for nearly an hour. Although his wife had already experienced two orgasms from his penis, it was still so thick, hard, and grotesque. His wife didn't know, nor did she want to know, when his ravaging of her would end.
Under the light, his wife saw that his dark penis was completely wet, covered with countless white foams from the friction during intercourse. She knew that it was the fluid secreted from her vagina, the lubricant that allowed him to successfully intercourse with her, selling his body.
Bank Manager Zhang lifted his wife's legs and pushed them under her armpits, forcing her lower body open and upward. Her slightly swollen and red vulva, ravaged by his actions, parted to reveal a wet vaginal opening spread wide into a round hole. He leaned over his wife, guided his penis with his hand, and inserted the glans into her vagina. Then, with a downward thrust, his veiny penis once again plunged completely into his wife's vagina.
The wife's vagina, still recovering from its orgasm, had barely rested for five minutes before being filled again by the man's penis. The bank manager's heavy body pressed her down, forcing her into a shrimp-like curl, her breasts flattened by her legs. Her limbs were pinned to her sides, rendering her completely immobile. She could only passively arch her lower body, helplessly watching the man continue his rape.
Looking at him, the thought of how attractive her body was to this man filled her with a sudden surge of feminine pride. But she hadn't expected this man to enjoy her body so intensely, nor had she imagined her body being conquered so repeatedly in such a short time, especially by a complete stranger. Her perspective began to shift…
The bank manager's voice pulled her back to reality. He said, "Sister-in-law, today I'll show you what a real man is!" The moment the words left his lips, the thick penis inside her began to thrust.
The sensation of each thrust and withdrawal was so real, the impact on the body so intense. Through the gap between their genitals, the wife saw her labia being stretched and pushed in with each thrust of his penis. His hips slapped powerfully against her buttocks and thighs, splashing out droplets of fluid each time he penetrated to the hilt. His hard, hot glans repeatedly struck her cervix, a tingling, pleasurable sensation that made her gasp for breath, her chest heaving violently.
The wife closed her eyes, tensed her body, and endured each of his thrusts. He tried his best to make his penis reach the deepest part of her vagina with each stroke, using the pleasure of lust to entice her to ecstatically respond to each of his penetrations.
Bank Manager Zhang's superb sexual skills quickly brought his wife to another climax. She arched her back forcefully, her swollen, engorged vagina automatically welcoming his thrusting movements, and her vaginal fluids gushed out again... Suddenly, his wife threw her head back, her chest rising high in excitement, and a large spray of clear, transparent fluid erupted from her lower body, accompanied by spasms throughout her body during orgasm. His wife was breathless...
As his wife was lost in ecstasy, Bank Manager Zhang's piston-like movements became even faster. He suddenly straightened his wife's legs and clamped them around his waist, then abruptly lay on top of her, his hands passing under her armpits and over her shoulders, holding her tightly in his arms once more. Using his wife's body for leverage in this position, he thrust in and out rapidly, like a madman…
During her orgasm, his wife felt an unprecedented fullness in her vagina, the burning, swelling, and hardness enveloping her entire genitals, mixed with the rhythmic throbbing of his penis, all of which made her unable to stop. His wife wanted to close her legs and clamp the penis that was driving her to ecstasy, but her legs were spread apart by his body. She could only use all her strength to raise her genitals, indulging in the waves of pleasure brought to her by a man other than her husband, so intense that she almost fainted.
"Ah…" A sound came from Zhang's throat, and his penis, which was moving rapidly in and out of his wife's body, began to convulse violently. He suddenly tensed his body and thrust his penis as deep as possible into his wife's vagina, and streams of hot semen shot into his wife's body one after another, stimulating her uterus to contract violently again… His wife knew that the arrival of this moment meant that she had completely given herself to him.
After ejaculating, Bank Manager Zhang lay weakly on top of my wife, his still-erect penis deeply inserted in her vagina, unwilling to withdraw. After three orgasms, my wife was completely exhausted, sprawled on the bed, utterly unable to react to the man on top of her.
Slowly, Bank Manager Zhang's penis slid out of my wife's vaginal opening, a large gush of pale white, slippery fluid following. My wife wiped the semen from her vagina with a pillowcase, then lay back down weakly. Due to the intense and prolonged stimulation, she could still feel her labia trembling slightly. After
a while, Bank Manager Zhang got up and looked at my wife's genitals, even playing with her labia minora. My wife knew her labia were large and thick, smooth and white because she had no pubic hair. After giving birth, she and her husband only had sex two or three times a month. Because they didn't take birth control pills or use an IUD, except for the month or so before trying to conceive, her husband always used a condom during intercourse. Therefore, her labia minora were still the pink color they were before childbirth.
This was the first time her genitals had been examined so closely by a man other than her husband, and the wife still seemed a little uncomfortable. But looking at the man before her, remembering the scene of him bringing her to the brink of ecstasy, the impact of him ejaculating inside her again and again, she involuntarily opened her legs again for him.
Suddenly, disregarding the mess on his wife's vulva, Director Zhang squatted down and bit her labia, swallowing hard. His wife was already limp and powerless, only able to let him do as he pleased, letting him hold her buttocks, letting his tongue lick her vagina and anus…
Suddenly, the wife realized that her husband must have heard her cries coming from this room. It was a sound he should be very familiar with, hers, coming from this room. Every time her husband entered her, he would cry out like that, but this time, that sound was the sound made when another man had just enjoyed her body. Thinking this, the wife began to feel a different kind of excitement, and the room returned to silence.
Time passed slowly. Manager Zhang looked up at his wife, who smiled at him and said, "Lie down and rest for a while. I'll go check on the children."
His wife, wearing slippers and pajamas, opened the door and went out. She tidied her hair, then walked to the children's room with her head down. The children were still awake. His wife asked, "Sweetie, what's wrong? Why aren't you asleep yet?"
The daughter looked at her mother for a long time, then asked sadly, "Why did Uncle bully you? Did he hit you? I heard him hitting you and you screaming. I wanted to help you, but Daddy wouldn't let me in." At this moment, his wife couldn't answer her child; she could only look at me resentfully, without saying a word.
His wife took a clean pair of underwear into the bathroom, and I followed. But his wife, still wrapped tightly in her pajamas, said to me, "You go out. I'm going to take a shower."
His wife had unconsciously begun to reject him. She used to never mind me being there when she showered, but today was different.
I pulled off my wife's pajamas, pinned her against the bathroom wall, and stared intently at the marks left on her breasts. Suddenly, I leaned down and sniffed her genitals. I asked frantically, "He didn't use a condom, did he? You let him ejaculate inside, didn't you?"
My wife looked at me with disdain and said, "Yes." My head went blank. It's over! My wife has truly been completely taken this time! I thought that with a condom, there would be no direct flesh-to-flesh contact, and even if my boss had slept with her, it wouldn't matter. This time, I'm doomed!
I stood up, took off my clothes, and roughly pulled my wife face down onto the toilet. Grabbing my erect penis, I thrust it into her vagina without any mercy… The tearing pain from her genitals caused her to faint. My penis was forced into her vagina, still wet with Zhang's semen. With each thrust, tears streamed down her face…
After my pent-up resentment was released into her body with my semen, she immediately turned on the tap and began washing herself. She turned the water up high, frantically lathering herself with shower gel, rinsing herself repeatedly, as if trying to wash away the semen of the man who had raped her.
After washing, she came out of the bathroom and went into Zhang's room without looking back. I knew my wife's heart could never return to me!　　　After entering the room, she immediately undressed, got into bed, pulled back the covers from Zhang, and embraced him, falling asleep in his arms
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Out of anger and helplessness, I had no choice but to coax my four-year-old daughter to sleep.
In the middle of the night, Director Zhang woke up, his lust aroused again. He got up and turned on all the lights in the room, carefully admiring his sleeping wife's full, white, and beautiful body. He praised her, saying, "What a beautiful sleeping beauty! A natural wonder, a masterpiece of God!"
My wife's vulva was plump and beautiful, smooth and hairless, white and tender, full and plump, especially the labia, which resembled a red and moist slit. The entire shape of her vulva looked like a freshly steamed, warm, snow-white bun, or a lotus bud about to bloom. He admired it while stroking it with his hand.
Just then, my wife woke up. She looked at him, and he immediately kissed her passionately and caressed her. After a while, Director Zhang straddled my wife's head with her two pink legs, then kissed her with his mouth. He then kissed her repeatedly, his lips moving rhythmically. Later, my wife cried out excitedly, "I...I can't take it anymore...you...you hurry...come up and put that thing in!" At this moment, Director Zhang inserted his thick, hard penis into my wife's vagina, and my wife tightly embraced his body.
Bank Manager Zhang thrust his hard penis in and out of my wife's moist vagina, and she began to moan ecstatically. His penis continued to thrust in and out of her tight vagina, and waves of vaginal fluid surged from her body.
After several dozen thrusts, Bank Manager Zhang paused, leaving his thick, hard penis inside my wife's vagina. He then lifted her and laid her on her side on the bed, her soft, white breasts pressed against his chest, her legs wrapped around his waist. Bank Manager Zhang reached his hand to her vaginal opening, which was filled with his large penis, and said, "Sister-in-law, you're so beautiful here, so cute!" My wife only smiled and didn't answer.
After playing for a while, they changed positions. Bank Manager Zhang had my wife lie on the edge of the bed, then grabbed her two delicate, white feet and lifted them high. He then brought his thick, hard penis towards her vulva. My wife hurriedly reached out to hold Zhang's penis, placing the glans against her vaginal opening. With a little force, his hard penis was completely inside her in the blink of an eye.
Zhang continued to thrust his penis in and out of my wife's plump, lovely vulva, and my wife's vagina sucked and relaxed on his penis. After a while, my wife's vagina secreted a lot of fluid, making their intercourse even more lubricated and smooth.
My wife moaned comfortably, repeatedly thrusting her pinkish-white buttocks upwards to meet his thrusting movements. She held Zhang's body tightly, kissing him deeply and moaning with pleasure, "Oh...ah...oh..." Her plump vulva contracted, gripping his penis comfortably. Zhang immediately responded with a series of rapid thrusts.
My wife's plump vulva continued to contract rhythmically, making her warm, slippery vagina even more intense and arousing during their intercourse. With Zhang's rapid thrusts, my wife reached another climax, her vagina gushing with copious amounts of love juice. She cried out in great comfort and pleasure, and finally, they both reached a wonderful orgasm before the intercourse ended.
The next morning, my wife got up early. After washing up, she made breakfast. That morning, she seemed to be in a particularly cheerful mood, and she very kindly woke Zhang and me up to eat breakfast together. After getting up, Director Zhang and I greeted each other: "Did you sleep well last night?" Everything was perfectly calm; we pretended to be perfectly peaceful, as if nothing had happened the night before.
We ate breakfast my wife had made, chatting and laughing, and then Director Zhang and I went to work together. My wife dropped our youngest daughter off at kindergarten and then went to work herself.
A week later, the city bank issued a document appointing me as a section chief in the bank's headquarters. At this point, I thought and thought, silently saying to myself: This is an equal exchange; there are gains and losses! I sighed sadly: "Sigh! What kind of world is this now?"

Friends of '69, after reading this, are you as excited and impulsive as I am? This kind of stimulation is truly indescribable. Share your experiences!

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