My Cuckolding Journey ~ 6 (My Wife Was Tragically Suppressed by a Ghost)

After successfully having a threesome with single man A, I was blinded by victory and indulged in the pleasure of cuckolding. I frequently watched the videos I filmed, and our sex life became more frequent and passionate than in recent years, almost as frequent as before marriage, but with even greater passion. I felt that playing this game had elevated our marital relationship, making it even better than before. I missed my wife terribly if I didn't see her for a day. We walked hand in hand in public, inseparable, a picture of affection that made the neighbors envious. But they had no idea of the secret behind it all.
On one hand, I was smug about my successful threesome with my wife, feeling that I had successfully "trained" her. On the other hand, I noticed that my wife's attachment to single man A was a bit excessive. Initially, I didn't object to my wife's affair with A; in fact, I even supported their conversations. Later, I saw that they were going too far, often talking on the phone for one or two hours at a time, which inevitably interfered with their work. More importantly, both of them had families, and it wouldn't be good if the game affected their families. This made me feel the need to put on the brakes to prevent the relationship from developing out of control. To be honest, what I want to see is my wife's sexual indulgence, her physical pleasure and stimulation, but I don't want to see her emotional indulgence, which makes me feel a little uneasy. What if things backfire?
So I started looking for my next target online. Firstly, I wanted to continue the thrill of cuckolding, and secondly, I wanted to make my wife's sexual relationships chaotic and dilute her feelings for A. I thought to myself, I'll give you a few more husbands, let's see which one you can afford to flirt with, and see if you have that much energy. After two months with A, I met a man online who claimed to be a single man from Pingdingshan, let's call him B. He said he was 40 years old, a civil servant in a local public institution, and even sent me a photo of his ID. Looking at the photo, it was clearly from his younger days; he was average-looking, not handsome at all, but neat and capable. His speech was decent; at least he didn't say anything like some young men who would offend me with their careless remarks. After chatting a few times, he passed my test, and I gave him my wife's QQ number. He started chatting with his wife. He was thrilled after seeing her beautiful photos, very satisfied with her looks and figure.
After chatting with her a few times, they became quite familiar. One day, I met B online again. He told me he really liked my wife and hoped I would agree to meet him. Based on the two points mentioned above, I agreed. He said tomorrow was the weekend, and he was free to come see us. After discussing it with my wife, she was a little reluctant, saying he wasn't her type. I persuaded her, saying, "You're not looking for a husband, we're just playing a game. And this game is to enhance our relationship. What's wrong with playing a game with him, regardless of his looks?" My wife reluctantly agreed. ...
So we arranged to meet him in a hot spring town the next day.
The next day, he arrived on time. Around 11 a.m., B called to say he had arrived and had already booked a room for us. So I took my wife and drove there. When we arrived, he was already waiting at the hotel entrance. We looked closely, and oh my god! He was at most 1.6 meters tall, and actually at least 45 years old, but his face looked even older, with wrinkles on his forehead like those of a weathered old farmer. He looked vastly different from the photos. Although he was impeccably dressed in a suit and his shoes were gleaming, it didn't enhance his handsomeness at all. A chill ran down my spine. My wife refused to get out of the car, remaining seated. But I couldn't! Out of politeness, I reluctantly got out and exchanged a few pleasantries with him. He remained enthusiastic, walking to the car and calling out to his wife with a beaming smile. My wife reluctantly got out. Standing next to him, my wife, in her high heels, was a full head taller than him. "B" said warmly, "It's a pleasure to meet you. Let me treat you to a meal." I glanced at my wife, but she's a straightforward person. Despite her reluctance, she couldn't refuse his enthusiasm; after all, one can't refuse a smiling face. We had no choice but to go to the restaurant with him.
During the meal, he ordered a bottle of wine and excitedly urged my wife and me to eat. That day, my wife drank heavily, and I could tell she was trying to get herself drunk. But B mistook it for her being a boisterous drinker and was even more smitten. He was also quite talkative, telling jokes throughout the meal and drinks, which made the whole experience less awkward.
After dinner, he said the room was ready—a private villa in a hot spring hotel. He told us to go and rest. My wife said she needed to use the restroom and asked us to leave first. We waited outside for a long time, but she didn't come out, so I went back to look for her. I found her hiding in the restroom. I said, "I know you don't want to be with him, but hiding here isn't a solution! This isn't our style. Since we're here, we should face it head-on. I also think he's ugly, but he came all this way, ate my food, and even booked a room. If we stand him up now, we'll get yelled at! It'll look like we're scammers, here to freeload. We should at least satisfy him this once, so he doesn't come for nothing." My wife isn't good with words and can never win an argument with me. Her eyes were red, on the verge of tears. I said, "Don't be like this, honey, it's not a big deal. Stand tall, you're not going to live with him anyway, we'll do it once and then go back, you're still my darling." My wife reluctantly followed me out of the bathroom.
Back in the room, she collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep. I sat and chatted with him for a while. He told me he wasn't from Pingdingshan, he was from Wugang. And he was a leader in his unit, but because we didn't know each other well, he hadn't told the truth. A slight unease rose in my heart. I thought, I've let you sleep with my wife, such an embarrassing thing, and I haven't lied to you. You're just worried about your career because you're a leader. But I didn't say anything.
After chatting for a while, I realized that if I didn't take the initiative, he wouldn't either, and my wife certainly wouldn't. So I urged my wife to take a shower, but she closed her eyes and ignored me. I told her several times, but she didn't move. I could only laugh at myself and say she was drunk. I thought sleeping until dark wasn't a solution! I had no choice but to take matters into my own hands and unbutton my wife's shirt, but she still ignored me. I pushed open my wife's bra, and her breasts sprang out. I began to fondle those alluring peaks. Seeing my wife's breasts exposed, he came over and caressed them too, each of us playing with one. After a few touches, he began to lean over and suckle. My wife's nipples hardened, making a slurping sound as he sucked on them. Watching his posture, I felt that his short body on top of my wife was like her child. My wife kept her eyes closed, letting him suckle. Although I didn't like his appearance either, watching him suckle my wife's nipples, my lower body shamelessly hardened. I pulled down my wife's pants, parted her vulva, and saw that it was already wet. I understood that although my wife was extremely unwilling to have sex with him, after playing with her breasts for so long, how could she not be moved? This is what happens when a woman is raped. At first, she resists strongly, but once penetration occurs, resistance becomes meaningless. All that's left is to enjoy it. Even if you still have a thousand grievances in your heart, your body will betray you; it will quietly become wet. This is a human instinct, something you cannot control.
My wife remained motionless with her eyes closed. When I parted her vulva, B saw her bare vulva and clitoral hood. He curiously stroked it with his hand, then inserted two fingers. After a while, he got up, spread my wife's legs, and buried his head inside. He licked and sucked my wife's tender flesh. I then started playing with my wife's breasts, seeing that both nipples were red from his sucking. After licking for a while, he got up and took off his own clothes. I saw that his penis was about twelve centimeters long, not very thick. He said, "Brother, I'm going to fuck your sister-in-law!" I nodded. He spread my wife's legs, put himself inside, and started thrusting. After a while, my wife reacted and began to moan softly. I was aroused, so I took off my own clothes, sat next to my wife, and took her hand, guiding it to my erection. My wife grasped it and gently stroked it. He was thrusting into me, one hand playing with my penis. My wife's moans grew a little louder. Hearing her moans, I felt she was at least comfortable for a moment, and my guilt lessened a bit. He went at it for a while, then felt he was about to ejaculate, pulled out, got up, and said, "You do it." I went up to my wife and started moving. My wife continued to moan, but this time, she wrapped her arms around me, letting me do whatever I wanted to her. Watching me, he couldn't resist joining in. He went to my wife's head, brought his penis to her mouth, and pressed it against the corner of her lips, wanting her to suck it. My wife turned her head to the other side, refusing to let him. Afraid he would be embarrassed, I quickly smoothed things over for my wife. I said my wife doesn't like to suck penises, and she won't suck mine either. He tactfully moved away and started caressing my wife's breasts. I knew my wife didn't want to play around for long, so I worked on her for a while, then pulled her hand to her clitoris, wanting her to start masturbating. So, with my thrusting, my wife masturbated to orgasm. My wife's body was convulsing, and he watched with amusement. I quickly sped up and ejaculated inside her. Then I got off the bed and made room for him. He then rode against the flow of my fluids, thrusting vigorously on top of my wife. Soon after, he also ejaculated inside her. When he got off, I said, "Honey, don't spill too much on the bed, go wash up quickly." This time, my wife obediently went to the bathroom. After coming out, she immediately put all her clothes back on. I also quickly washed up and put on my clothes. We sat down and drank a cup of tea, then I said, "You rest here, we have to go back, we have some things to do at home this afternoon." He said goodbye to us with satisfaction, even giving us his name, telling us to visit him when we had time. We thanked him politely and went home. On the way home, my wife complained unhappily, saying, "Don't ever find me someone I don't like again, this kind of sex makes me sick." I apologized to my wife, saying, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Just consider this a case of being haunted."
Later, B contacted us online again, but we were both rather cold and unwilling to talk to him anymore. He was a little angry, and I don't know why, but after we finished playing, we didn't want to talk to him anymore. Once, he even said something nasty, so I blocked him and we haven't had anything to do with each other since.

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