My Cuckolding Journey ~5 (Single Male A Part 2)

Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I suddenly heard what sounded like my wife moaning. My heart skipped a beat, and my mind instantly cleared. I listened carefully, and it was indeed my wife moaning. I quietly turned around to look. The room lights were off, leaving only a dim nightlight. I saw my wife lying flat on the bed, her upper body covered by the blanket, so I couldn't see her face. But the blanket was pulled up to her lower body, her long legs bent and spread wide, exposing her bare vulva. A was kneeling between her legs, diligently licking her vulva. After licking for a while, he changed to sucking, taking my wife's labia minora, which had a clitoral ring, into his mouth, savoring it with relish. I could even hear the sound of the clitoral ring hitting his teeth in his mouth. I lay on the bed watching for a while, completely wide awake, my penis involuntarily hardening again. I wanted to get up and join in, but I didn't want to interrupt his licking; my wife was enjoying it. I was afraid my wife would be embarrassed and aroused if I went, so I pretended to be asleep. I squinted and continued watching. I saw A's buttocks sticking up high, still working hard, his big balls and thick penis throbbing slightly. My wife was still moaning softly, and I could tell she was enjoying his stimulation. My wife's moans were like erotic music, making my heart flutter. My wife didn't moan before, only slowly learning to moan in the last year or two. But she was self-taught. I've seen many women moan, but women's moans are really different. Some moans are pleasant, some are like crying, some are exaggerated, and some are unsettling. My wife's moans were real and comfortable to listen to, like Huang Yaoshi playing the "Azure Sea Tide Melody," making you uneasy, your legs tremble, and you almost go berserk. A continued licking and sucking for about twenty minutes. I watched him, and he looked really tired. Sure enough, he couldn't take it anymore. He straightened up, wiped his mouth (probably thirsty), got out of bed, walked to the rattan chair by the window, and poured himself a cup of tea. My wife was in a blissful state when suddenly there was no movement from below. She pushed back the covers and saw A sitting naked in the chair, drinking water. My wife got up, went to his side, and looked back at me. I was still pretending to be asleep. She squatted down and started sucking on his crotch. She even started playing with his penis, something we don't usually do. Whenever I asked my wife to give me deep throat, she always refused, saying it was too deep and she would gag. Now she was actually doing it for A. She slowly swallowed it all and then slowly spat it out. A excitedly drank his water while watching his wife swallow and spit it out. He whispered, "Sister-in-law, you really know how to play. It feels so good." My wife played for a while, then stood up, turned her back to him, and faced me. Holding his penis with one hand, she slowly sat down, aligning herself with her buttocks. He put down his teacup, wrapped his arms around her, and caressed her breasts. She sat on him, moving up and down. This whole scene of lovemaking was crystal clear to me. I thought to myself, "Wife! Didn't you say this was just me? How come you're so lewd after just meeting someone online?" Then I thought, "Isn't this all thanks to my good training? Isn't this the result I've always wanted?" It seems that if you can't successfully "train" a woman, it's definitely because your methods are wrong; you haven't truly liberated her mind. And some single men always like to ask, "Is your wife open-minded? How do you like to play?" I can only tell you this: husbands who play this game all have a cuckolding fetish. Of course, they like their wives to be as wanton as possible. The more open and uninhibited the wife is, the more the husband enjoys it and the more exciting it feels. Whether they can have a good time depends on the single man's performance and the wife's feelings towards him. In this game, men are purely for sexual stimulation, while women are emotional creatures. They need feelings first, then sex. The more attracted the single man is to her, the more uninhibited she will be. Just because she's uninhibited with someone else doesn't mean she'll be uninhibited with you. If she likes you, she's willing to do things she doesn't like. If she doesn't like you, even if you're simply on top of her, she won't want you to do it. It's that simple.
The wife played with A for a while, then got tired and stopped moving. A couldn't take it anymore. He pushed his wife forward, making her stand on the edge of the bed, bent over and pressed against the bed, and started fucking her from behind, her breasts swaying below. I couldn't hold back any longer, so I got up, ran over, lay down in front of my wife, and asked her to give me oral sex. My wife looked at me, blushed, and asked, "Why aren't you sleeping?" I said, "How can I sleep when you're having sex? Hurry up and give me some! Let me enjoy myself too." My wife opened her mouth and started sucking, while A behind her kept thrusting against her buttocks. Her two breasts swayed with each stroke. I reached out and grabbed one of them, and my wife moaned as she sucked. After a while, my wife got tired and straightened up. A was still behind her, not pulled out. He made my wife stand on one leg, and lifted the other leg with his arm. This exposed my wife's vulva, and I, lying on the bed, could clearly see their point of contact. His thick penis was inserted into my wife's vagina, filling her completely. With each thrust, the two labia minora of my wife were flipped in and out. My blood was boiling. I stood up, hugged my wife, and wanted to insert my penis as well. A understood what I meant and quickly stopped. We sandwiched my wife between us, one in front and one behind. I guided my penis to find a gap, but his was too thick; it filled up completely. I struggled for a long time before finally finding a spot. Using their lubricant, I pushed hard. I asked my wife, "Does it hurt?" She said no, just very full. I thought to myself, "Women's vaginas are so elastic!" One was already full, and now another one was inside. Come to think of it, when babies are born, their heads come out through this too.
We were like two guns in one hole, his thick one and my long one, slowly wriggling inside. With our two penises together, I felt A's warmth, which felt strangely stimulating. We coordinated our rhythms to avoid being out of sync. I hugged my wife tightly and asked her, "Is this comfortable?" My wife shyly said, "My two husbands, I love you both." After playing for a while, we both got tired of standing, especially my wife who was standing on one leg. I could tell she was tired, so I quickly withdrew my penis. My wife said, "Let's lie down on the bed!" So they got back on the bed and resumed the traditional position. He lay on top of my wife and continued his movements, while I sat on either side of her, letting her hold me with one hand and use the other to stimulate her clitoris. As soon as my wife used her hand, it was almost over. Sure enough, when he saw my wife using her hand, he increased his intensity, and with my wife trembling all over, they ejaculated. After A got off my wife, I quickly seized the opportunity and released the energy I had accumulated throughout the night.
After we finished, we lay on the same bed, and soon A started snoring again. My wife and I exchanged a glance, thinking, "So young, why is he snoring?" I held my wife, listening to his snoring, but I still couldn't fall asleep, even though I was very tired.
I didn't sleep a wink all night. My wife dozed off in my arms for a while, and soon it was dawn. I woke my wife and said, "It's daylight, let's go out for dinner!" We were quite hungry after a long night, and my wife said she was hungry too. I called A, and he said, "You guys go out to eat! I'll sleep a little longer." So my wife and I got dressed, washed up, and went out to find a place for breakfast. When we got back, he was still asleep, so we didn't wake him. I hugged my wife and lay down on the other bed, stroking her lovely hair, and asked her, "Honey, how was it? Was it comfortable?" My wife snuggled in my arms and said, "Honey, I did all this to satisfy your hobby. Just this once, don't do it again." I didn't say anything. After lying there for a while, I checked the time and it was past eight. I woke him up and said, "It's past eight, time to get up. When are you planning to go back?" He said, "It's not easy to come all this way, let's not rush back. Let's go out and find a place to have some fun today." I said okay. Then he got up, washed up, and I went out for breakfast with him. We discussed where to go and finally decided to go hiking in a mountain scenic area dozens of kilometers away from the county town.
It was a beautiful, clear autumn day. We got into his car, and he drove incredibly fast. I kept reminding him to slow down, as the mountain roads were winding and steep, and to be careful. But his naturally impatient temper wouldn't allow him to slow down. He'd curse and swear whenever cyclists or pedestrians blocked the way. When we reached the scenic area, we climbed the mountain but couldn't go far before we were both exhausted. We'd been up all night and hadn't slept well, so we found a place to sit and rest. Just then, his phone rang. It was a call from home saying something had happened and he needed to come back immediately. I was also incredibly tired and really wanted to go home and sleep, so I told him, "If you have to go, let's go back. We'll get to know each other better after a while. You're always welcome to come back anytime." He agreed, and we drove down the mountain. When we reached the town, I said it was already noon, and I'd treat him to lunch before we went back. We found a restaurant, ordered some food, and had a hearty meal to replenish our energy. Then we continued driving back. On the way back, my wife sat next to him in the passenger seat, and I sat in the back. He drove for a while and then said, "Sister-in-law, let me play with your dick." His wife obediently reached out and unzipped his zipper, took it out, and started playing with it. It didn't take long before she was hard. He said, "Sister-in-law, give me a blowjob." His wife bent down and took it in her mouth. I watched from behind as his wife diligently sucked and swallowed, enjoying her oral sex as he drove, thoroughly enjoying himself. He said, "Brother, what should I do if I get impatient again? I wasn't comfortable with his driving anyway, and seeing my wife lying between his legs on this winding mountain road was clearly unsafe. So I took the opportunity to say, 'Let's find a place to stop and do it again, let's have some wild sex.' He readily agreed." They hadn't driven far when they came to a fork in the road leading to the countryside, which looked like a deserted dirt road. He drove in and stopped at a bend. Then he and his wife got out of the car and moved to the back seat. To make room for them, I simply ran out of the car. He made his wife take off her pants, and he pulled his own down to his knees. He spread his wife's legs apart, inserted two fingers, and started probing. His wife's vagina was already wet. He climbed on top of her and started fucking her. While they were doing it, I took out my phone to record. I rolled down the car window and recorded them through the door. Just then, a man on a motorcycle came by. I said, "Oh no, someone's coming." My wife panicked and tried to get up to put on her clothes. I was also afraid he would see two men having sex with one woman in such a lewd scene. But he stopped about 40 or 50 meters away from us. He probably sensed what was going on in the car in front and was too scared to go any further. After a while, he turned around and went back. It was a false alarm. We continued. He fucked her vigorously for three or five minutes, and then a stream of semen shot into my wife's vagina. He pulled out and plugged it with paper. After he got out, I saw the white fluid flowing from my wife's vagina, and I was incredibly hard too. Wanting to experience the pleasures of the outdoors, I climbed into the car, pulled down my pants, and, taking advantage of the wetness, thrust in and out violently. In just three minutes, I had my wife's body again filled with the semen of both of us.
Afterwards, we continued our journey. When we reached the county town, I said goodbye to him. As we got out of the car, my wife and he kissed in the car, like lovers, inseparable. I knew my wife had fallen for him.
Since then, my wife and he had entered into a passionate relationship. They called or chatted online every day, and I didn't interfere. I was happy to see my wife become so promiscuous; I supported her having lovers and sexual partners besides me. After a few days, about ten days, A wanted to see my wife again. He and my wife arranged to meet alone this time. After my wife told me, I said I had no objections and supported her going solo. My wife excitedly gave me a kiss and said, "My husband is so good."
On the appointed day, my wife dressed up carefully at home before taking a taxi to the county town. After seeing her off, I felt inexplicably disappointed. I felt that women could be hypocritical sometimes. Last time, she told me it was just that one time and she wouldn't do it again. And now, just a few days later, she's happily off to be with someone. They spent a day and a night in the county town. The next morning, my wife returned. Upon seeing her, I was as excited as if I hadn't seen her for years. I hugged her tightly and asked, "Did you have a good time? How many times did you do it?" My wife said he only did it twice, and that his snoring kept her awake all night. Seeing her unsatisfied expression, I quickly pulled her onto the bed and said, "Come on, let me check if anything's missing." My wife knew my intentions and cooperated by taking off her clothes. We made love again and slept soundly for a long time.
After that, his wife and he still frequently talked on the phone. However, in 2009, for several days, he stopped contacting his wife. She wouldn't answer his calls or reply to his messages. She was very disappointed and asked me what was wrong. I said, "He's probably just busy these days. Maybe his wife found out about you, and he's having problems at home! But don't worry, he'll contact you again after a while because he likes you too." My wife felt a little better after hearing this. A few days later, we went to the provincial capital. Halfway there, I said to my wife, "The provincial capital is so close; if A knows we're going, he'll definitely come to see us." My wife immediately said, "Then you should call him and tell him!" I said, "You should call him." My wife said, "It's better if you call. If he really is having problems at home, it's more appropriate for you to call." I thought my wife was right, so I called him. The phone rang for a long time before someone answered—a woman! She asked me, "Who are you?" I said, "A's friend, I need to talk to him about something." She said, "He's in trouble." I asked urgently, "What happened?" She hesitated, unwilling to answer, and then hung up. My wife and I looked at each other, a sense of foreboding rising in our hearts. We didn't know what had happened to A. During those two days in the provincial capital, my wife was very depressed. I also felt a heavy heart.
From then on, single man A completely lost contact with us, and my wife was heartbroken for a long time. To be honest, A was a troublemaker. From the lies he told me in our chats, the lies he told on the day we met, his driving style, and the fact that he once told my wife that he drove through a tollbooth to avoid paying, even running the toll and dragging the toll collector who stopped him for more than 30 meters—all of these were enough to show that he was a low-class person. But as the saying goes, women don't love bad men. A's low class didn't disgust my wife; in fact, she liked him. After that, my wife met many other online friends, but none of them were as easy to get along with as A. Although we don't know exactly what happened to him, we silently wish him good luck.

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