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Letting my wife experience ** for the first time (repost) 

My wife and I were both born in the 1980s. I'm 29, she's 26, I'm 178cm tall, and she's 169cm. My wife is very beautiful. I wonder if any cuckold enthusiasts have similar thoughts: the more beautiful my wife is, the more I wonder what it would be like to be with someone else, whether she would moan, and whether she would enjoy it. The thought of someone riding on my beloved wife, freely entering and exiting her "private territory," is incredibly stimulating. This idea has grown stronger since my first cuckold fantasy.








I enjoy women wearing stockings and lingerie during sex. My wife is very accommodating to this; she knows that her cooperation will in turn encourage me to cooperate even more. We first encountered the topic of couples engaging in cuckoldry in 2006, shortly after our marriage, after living together for a year. I didn't dare to instill too much of this idea in my wife, fearing she wouldn't understand due to her lack of experience in marriage. I love my wife! I love my family!








For the first two years of our relationship, we made love almost every day. We tried every possible couple's activity. I don't deny that my wife has always been a very open person. She's often very proactive, and we would discuss our individual preferences during sex because I firmly believe that sex requires both partners to be truly open and understanding to reach a higher level. However, when we were able to cooperate well with each other, we found that our need for sex diminished. It seemed like it was always the same positions, the same faces, the same habitual actions and flirting, the same familiar cooperation. I would always have a cigarette afterward, and she would always kiss me afterward... We became less enthusiastic, as if it were as routine as eating and breathing every day, lacking any novelty. We entered a period of burnout prematurely...








From the beginning, I knew about couples having sex. I always tried to avoid the topic, and at the same time, I didn't want my naive wife to know. However, now that my wife and I are facing this situation, I feel we need to add some excitement to this monotony. If things continue like this, I can't guarantee I won't cheat, and I can't guarantee what my wife might do... So I started talking to my wife about couples having sex after we'd been intimate. Her reaction was like most couples' reactions after initially discussing this topic: "You don't love me anymore!" "








I can't understand your thoughts," and so on. For a while, I really didn't say anything more. But everyone has curiosity and desires, and my wife is no exception. It seems that when I stopped talking about it, she started bringing up these topics with me. Sometimes, the conversation would escalate into foreplay, and afterward, I would ask my wife: "Imagine how it would feel if four hands were caressing you at the same time?" Sometimes, when I was tired but my wife was still aroused, I would say: "If two people could take turns, I wouldn't be so tired and still feel like I haven't served my good wife well..."








As time went by, my wife had developed the habit of obediently wearing black stockings before each sexual encounter (this was our secret code for whether we would have sex that night). During sex, she would insist that I tell her about couples' dating experiences. She would ask me to tell her what would happen if she met a couple, and then keep asking: "And then? And then?" Every time, before I could even get to the last "and then," my wife would ejaculate... But after we were done, my wife would very clearly ask me: "Do you really want to switch? Are you willing to give up?" I would say: "I would never switch, I would never give up." But if my wife liked it, and if I met someone suitable, I would just go along with her.








Women's selfishness and pettiness are innate. When my wife was wavering on the idea of swapping partners, we posted some of her photos on a forum. She cooperated by taking pictures, watching me post them, and browsing the comments. During sex, she would still ask me to talk about swapping, then ask me to find her a suitable partner, only to change her mind afterward. She said, "I can't stand the thought of your penis inside another woman." What a selfish woman!








After this period of communication, I felt we had a new passion during sex, and my wife was always very satisfied. I also kept looking online for suitable partners and discussed taking it seriously with my wife. Of course, all of this happened before sex. After sex, my wife seemed like a different person, completely forgetting about it. What to do?








It was 2008 when I met a senior in college, also through a forum. He added me after seeing the photos of my wife I posted. We had a long conversation, and I learned a lot about the boy. I told him I enjoyed watching my wife being with other men while wearing stockings, and I told him about my wife's erogenous zones and favorite sex positions. I'd seen him in videos before; he was handsome and sunny. I felt he was my wife's type. Since we lived in the same city, one day I finally told him I wanted to meet him, and told him not to talk about those things the first time, just a normal meeting. I would bring my wife along, but I wouldn't tell her the purpose of the meeting, and I hoped he would cooperate. He readily agreed.








After making the appointment, I told my wife we'd have dinner with some friends over the weekend. My wife asked who these friends were, and I said it was a senior college student I met playing basketball; he was a nice guy, and he often helped us when we played at his school. My wife agreed. The day we met was in May. My wife wore a black business suit, black high heels, and black stockings. The boy wore casual clothes. We talked about basketball, career choices after graduation, and other irrelevant topics. Dinner was quick, and the young man was very polite. My wife seemed to ask him quite a few questions. Afterwards, we went home.








Back home, I didn't continue talking about the boy. During our intimate time, my wife still wanted me to talk about swapping partners, as usual. I would occasionally mention the boy I was meeting, and my wife seemed to start fantasizing about him too. I would also chat with the boy online occasionally, and he always asked my wife what she thought of him. I always said he was good and we'd talk about it later.








About a month after meeting, it was my wife's birthday. A few days before her birthday, I told her I had a surprise for her. She asked what the surprise was. I said a surprise isn't a surprise if you tell her. I then contacted the boy (I used a new number that I had bought separately and didn't answer other calls) and explained my plan: on my wife's birthday night, I would book two rooms in advance, one across from the other or next door. After booking the rooms, I was to have him bring me the key to one of the rooms beforehand. I was to have him wait for my message in the room. After my wife and I went into the room, I would text him to wait at the door and not knock. Because my wife didn't know he was coming.








On the afternoon of my birthday, I received a message from the boy saying the room was booked, so I arranged a place. He gave me the room key, and I said we'd go after dinner. After getting the key, I told my wife we were staying at a hotel that night—it's my birthday, so let's change the scenery. I also told her I'd surprise her that night, that we'd have sex a lot, and to bring plenty of lingerie, stockings, and of course, condoms. My wife was overjoyed. We had dinner at a Western restaurant. My wife doesn't drink, and I hadn't initially planned to get her drunk.








After dinner, we went to the hotel, and I told my wife to take a shower first. While she was almost finished showering, I texted the boy to say we'd arrived and to have him wait at the door, telling him to come in quietly when I opened it. After my wife finished showering, I said I was going to shower, and I hoped to see her in black stockings and high heels waiting for me on the bed when I came out. My wife said: "You pervert, hurry up!"








The bathroom was next to the room door, and my wife, lying on the bed, couldn't see the bathroom or the room door. (This was all part of the layout I had observed beforehand.) I pretended to go to the bathroom, and when I got to the bathroom door, I opened the bedroom door. I saw the boy standing in the doorway, and I gestured for him to come in carefully. We went to the bathroom together. Afterward, I took a quick shower, genuinely afraid my wife would suddenly come in. After showering, I gestured for the boy to hide inside; I had already explained the process to him several times. I told him to wait until he heard us start doing it before coming out.








After I left the bathroom, I saw that my wife had turned off the main light in the room, leaving only two bedside lamps casting a soft, yellowish glow. She was watching TV on the bed, wearing black high heels and black pantyhose that hadn't touched the floor. After I got into bed, I said to her, "Honey, shall we blindfold ourselves today?" She agreed, so I took two or three pairs of pantyhose and blindfolded her, tying them up. Then I began my practiced foreplay. Once she was fully engaged, I told her, "Come in!" Instead of taking off the pantyhose, I tore a slit in the middle.








She exclaimed, "This is so exciting!" At that moment, I turned and saw the boy peeking out of the bathroom door. After I entered her, she still wanted me to talk about the swapping. I said to her, somewhat irreverently and half-jokingly, "Do you know why we're blindfolded tonight?" She said no. I said, "To surprise you." She asked, "What surprise?" While I was thrusting in and out, I told her I'd found her a boy. As I said this, I was genuinely worried about her reaction. My wife was already in the mood and completely ignored what I was saying: "Okay, let him come and have sex with me!" I said seriously, it's that boy we ate with last time. My wife said, "Come on, I'll let him have sex with me." At this moment, I turned around and saw that the boy had already taken off his clothes and put a condom on his penis. I gestured for the boy to come forward and touch my wife.








As he touched her, I removed one hand, and when I let go with both hands, his hands were completely on my wife's buttocks... My wife was half-lying down, and I entered her from behind. After thrusting hard for a while, I pulled out and gestured for the boy to enter. The boy entered my wife smoothly at that moment. (I was really excited at that moment, but I don't know how to describe that feeling in words. Those who have done it know, those who haven't can just fantasize, haha.) My wife didn't notice at all. I told her that she was the one who was penetrating her now, and as soon as I finished speaking, the boy called out "sister-in-law." But the boy didn't stop. I thought my wife would scream in surprise at this moment. But my wife didn't, and instead quickly pulled off the stockings covering her eyes. I quickly turned my head to look. I saw my wife's surprised expression. Before she could react, I pressed down on her upper body and said, "Honey, don't be afraid, I'm here." I pressed down hard, and the boy continued thrusting. I sensed my wife's complex emotions; tears welled up in her eyes after a while.








After the boy ejaculated, I kissed my wife and said, "I love you, honey!" My wife calmed down a little and said, "Why didn't you tell me beforehand? You almost scared me to death!" I said, "I was afraid you'd change your mind." Then I teased her, and she, wanting to both cry and laugh, grabbed a pillow and went to playfully smother the flames. "I want to leave!" I grabbed her and said, "You've seen me, you've done it, don't you really like it? If you don't like it, let's leave now!" I made a face. My wife was completely embarrassed. When she pulled the blanket over her head, I saw her laughing...

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