My cuckold fetish

To my wife's ex-boyfriend, you bastard! You actually seduced my wife! When you come back to China, I'll give you a big surprise! To my dear in-laws, you two refined scoundrels, ever since I married your daughter, you've been single-mindedly trying to break us up. You've constantly humiliated and attacked me in various situations. Hmph, in six months, I'll prepare a big ***** for you to thank you for your hospitality over the past three years! To my wife, you are the person I love most, and you are also the person I hate most now. I don't care about the cold stares, humiliations, or hurt from others, but you, you decided to abandon me and return to your ex-boyfriend's arms, deeply hurting me.

If I can't win back your heart in six months, then I don't mind dragging you down with me!

My wife has a younger brother, the apple of their eye, the apple of their eye. My in-laws love this son to the core, spoiling him rotten from childhood. So, at a young age, this little bastard has become a spoiled brat.

My wife's younger brother isn't a heavy drinker or a womanizer (mainly because he's very handsome and never lacks women; perhaps he's had too many women and therefore isn't very sexually interested in them), but he's a gambler.

I'm very aware of this vice; once he gets into a gambling frenzy, he'd bet his own parents. I used to hate this gambling brother-in-law, but now, if used properly, he could be a powerful tool to win my wife back.

I found my cousin, the good-for-nothing who grew up in the underworld. He's no longer a bouncer; even gangsters have to adapt, right? He's made it big now, because he's aligned himself with the right boss and is now a security captain at an underground casino. Because of his outstanding performance, he even has a small stake in the casino.

I asked my cousin: "Can you help me harm someone?"

My cousin countered: "Who?"

I said: "My wife's younger brother. You've met him."

My cousin suddenly realized: "Oh, it's that idiot! I met him at your wedding. I've disliked him for a long time. He never gave any of our relatives a friendly look at your wedding. How do you plan to ruin him?"

I smiled: "He's a gambler. I'll bring him to your place next week, and we'll see how you rip him off."

My cousin laughed: "Okay, brother. We'll split the profits 50/50."

My wife has been acting strangely lately because I've been getting close to her brother. My wife knows I dislike her brother; in her eyes, we're like oil and water, never going to mix.

I smiled and answered my wife's question: "We've been married for three years, and my relationship with your family has never been good. Now, I have to try to improve it. After all, marriage is for life!"

Hearing this, my wife stared at me blankly for a long time. She wanted to say something, but she held back. She threw herself into my arms, sniffling softly, her hands tightly around me. At that moment, my heart seemed to soften.

I waited for my wife to say something, even if it was just a lie saying she loved me, I would abandon this terrible plan.

But in the end, my wife said nothing. She simply kissed my lips gently, but her eyes remained tightly closed, avoiding my gaze.

At that moment, my heart turned to ice, my heart as cold as ever!

I slipped my right hand inside my wife's clothes and kneaded her full, firm breasts, while my left hand pinched and squeezed her plump, round buttocks. After a moment, my wife began to writhe her voluptuous body. She opened her eyes, which were already filled with lust. She playfully bit my ear and said, "Little dwarf, you're so naughty! I want you!" I smiled as I looked at this woman I loved and hated to the extreme, and continued to tease her lust unhurriedly, uttering almost cruel words: "My slutty Snow White, shall I fuck you hard or gently?" I withdrew my left hand from my wife's buttocks and almost roughly slipped it between her legs, rubbing her plump vulva vigorously. My wife's face showed pain, but her eyes revealed a mixture of pain and pleasure. She moaned and murmured, "..." "Husband, husband, hurry up. I want you to fuck me hard, fuck me hard, don't worry about me begging for mercy later, hurry up!" I pressed my wife down on the floor, making her stick out her snow-white, round, fat buttocks. Before she even took off her clothes, I couldn't wait to insert my rock-hard cock into her already wet vagina.

As I thrust my lower body forcefully, I spread my wife's plump buttocks apart, slapping them hard with both hands. In no time, her buttocks were covered in red handprints. I coldly commanded her, "Wife, you're so horny right now, like a bitch in heat, ah, bitch, say it, you're a bitch." My wife knelt on the ground, her face turned away from me. Dissatisfied with my insult, she twisted her buttocks a few times, and my penis immediately surged with pleasure. She groaned a few times, angrily saying, "Husband, you're the dog, a big male dog, a big male dog in heat." I laughed and thrust forcefully dozens of times. As my wife's vagina began to tighten in waves, nearing orgasm, I commanded again, "Say it, you're a bitch, say it, you slut, I'm going to cum, say it..." My wife reached her climax, crying out in her ecstasy, "..." "Ahhh, honey, I'm here! I'm your bitch, I'm your bitch, harder, harder..." Saturday, overcast.

My heart was as cold as iron, yet my smile was as warm as spring. I took my wife's younger brother, that fat sheep, into the underground casino run by my cousin.

With no one to supervise him, I truly witnessed the spoiled and depraved nature of this rich kid.

My wife's brother, who was gentle and refined in front of his parents and wife, seemed to finally be able to release his desires in the chaotic and filthy environment of the underground casino. He couldn't wait to start drinking and gambling recklessly. In

one afternoon, my wife's brother lost nearly 100,000 yuan.

Seemingly because he lost so much money, my wife's brother began to feel annoyed, muttering something about a lousy place, saying he wasn't playing anymore.

At this moment, I offered the first bait: "Here's another 100,000 yuan in chips. If you lose, it's on me; if you win, it's on you."

My wife's brother was overjoyed, as if he were seeing me for the first time, and said with a hint of flattery: "Brother-in-law, if I win, I'll treat you to a drink."

(Damn it, I've been married to your sister for three years, and this is the first time you've called me brother-in-law, just because I gave you 100,000 yuan for gambling.) That night, my brother-in-law not only recouped his losses but also won 50,000 yuan.

From that day on, every weekend, I would take my brother-in-law to this casino. He gambled more and more, winning or losing around 200,000 yuan a day, but thanks to my cousin's connections, the casino always ensured he would either win or lose a little.

A month later, seeing that my brother-in-law had become a regular at the place, I excused myself from work and left, leaving my cousin to serve this fat sheep.

The trap was set, and I was just waiting for the time to close the net.

With three months left before my wife's first love was to return to China, I knew her body inside and out and could control her desires at will.

But even though my wife had completely submitted to me physically, judging from her diary, her desire for a divorce seemed unchanged.

My understanding is that my wife, to some extent, is using her recent indulgence in desires as a form of compensation before leaving me. She believes that the more unrestrained, subservient, and ingratiating she is with me, the less guilty she will feel when she leaves.

Furthermore, my wife seems to have planned to give me a large sum of money in the divorce settlement. She intends to leave me our marital home and give me an additional two million yuan as compensation for our three years of marriage.

If it were another man, he might be more accepting of the situation, especially with a large sum of money after the divorce. There are plenty of women in the world; he could always find someone better.

But I'm not like other men. For me, money isn't the most important thing in this world.

I lost both my parents at a young age and was raised by my aunt with great difficulty. What I crave most in this world is the warmth of love.

My cousin is the closest person to me besides my aunt; my wife is the only woman I've ever truly loved. She's my very bones and flesh, and without her, I can't imagine what meaning my life would have.

Okay, you can call me a fanatic, even a pervert, for believing in love, especially between a loser and a rich, beautiful woman.

But I must believe in love, otherwise I'd rather die, or drag the world down with me.

I began my second plan: I secretly switched my wife's birth control pills. Three months was enough time for her to secretly conceive.

During this time, in bed, my "training" of my wife became increasingly extreme, even a bit perverse; but off the bed, I toned down my devilish ways and showered her with extra care and affection. My wife seems to have gradually adapted to my contradictory behavior—a devil in lovemaking and an angel in everyday life. On the surface, after three years of marriage, our relationship seems to have truly improved. We're inseparable, going home together after work and being affectionate.

For the first time, I saw a change in her mood in her diary: "13th, Sunny.

Lately, I've been very happy, but also increasingly guilty. I think I'm going crazy!

After that passionate night, my husband is like a different person in front of me. He's like a vampire, revealing his bloodthirsty nature at night, while maintaining the image of a good husband during the day.

During the day, he's extra good to me, making me breakfast, doing my laundry, and frequently calling me sweetly. Our colleagues all praise our good relationship.

But at night, he becomes a devil.

He seems to know every secret of my body, always easily arousing my desires.

He tries all sorts of things I can and can't imagine on me. The scary thing is, I'm actually finding more and more enjoyment in his antics. I really think I'm a pervert too."

Last night, he used a dog collar to lead me around the house naked, crawling from room to room. He even made me urinate in the living room like a dog in front of him. While he hissed and looked at me with lewd eyes, I actually orgasmed very quickly—my God, he hadn't even touched me the whole time!

After urinating, I stood on the balcony, the night breeze gentle. He slowly and forcefully fucked me from behind. Fearing we might be discovered at any moment, I quickly orgasmed. I wanted to scream, but I didn't dare. I desperately suppressed my voice, my mind a blank with pleasure. I don't even know how I got back to the living room.

After we finished being like a bitch, my husband took out a huge, frightening vibrator. He barely managed to insert this enormous thing into my vagina; I felt like my whole body was being stretched open. Just as I was starting to adjust, my husband, without my noticing, applied lubricant to my anus and slowly inserted his thick, long penis into it.

When my husband inserted his entire penis into my anus, I felt like I was going to die. I finally cried and begged him to stop. He didn't pull out, but just gently thrust in and out. Slowly, the immense pain began to dissipate, and a terrifying sensation began to surge from the deepest part of my body.

As my husband's penis and vibrator alternated in and out of my two holes, a feeling of pain mixed with pleasure completely overwhelmed me. Finally, I passed out amidst repeated orgasms.

When I woke up, I was lying naked in the bathtub, enveloped in just the right amount of hot water. My husband gently held me, tenderly stroking me with his hands. I suddenly cried, clinging tightly to him and begging him not to leave me. He held me tightly, his eyes gentle and tender. The devilish husband seemed to have vanished.

He smiled and held me, kissing me repeatedly, telling me he loved me.

Lately, my husband has been like this, releasing my desire completely in pain; after I release, he gives me unparalleled tenderness and care. A union of angel and devil—this kind of husband is probably every woman's dream!

At that moment, my heart truly wavered. My body tells me that besides my husband, no one in this world understands me better; and no one will ever treat me as well as he does.

Can I really bear to lose him?

But what about my boyfriend? What about my parents? I know my own heart; I still love my boyfriend. After marriage, my parents were extremely disappointed in me, and I really don't want to cause them any more pain.

God, is there any way for me to satisfy everyone's desires at the same time?

After trying this crazy sandwich-style discipline once, perhaps it was too intense, because my wife clearly wanted me to be gentler and more considerate towards her for a while afterward.

Okay, even after playing with the extreme stuff for so long, it's time to try normal sex.

In the following days, I changed the sex dynamics, focusing on normal sex with some verbal stimulation, and temporarily stopping the physical discipline.

During this time, I clearly sensed my wife's wavering. Occasionally, she would sit there in a daze, seemingly lost in thought; when I went to ask her, she would stammer and say nothing was wrong.

I knew my wife was hesitant, and I finally felt a little more confident in winning her back.

At this point, my cousin finally called, a call I'd been eagerly anticipating: "Brother, we've got that fat sheep." Great, the first fish has taken the bait, time to start hauling in the net.

My brother-in-law had lost a whopping seven million at my cousin's casino.

At first, this spoiled brat only won and lost a little, but his appetite grew, and he kept increasing his bets, spending around 500,000 a day at the casino.

One day, my cousin arranged for him to participate in a private gambling game, and thinking he was lucky, he won over a million in one go.

After that, the daily wins and losses of several hundred thousand no longer bothered him.

In another private gambling game, my brother-in-law lost over two million. Penniless, and spurred on by the winner's words, he impulsively borrowed over five million from my cousin at exorbitant interest rates to gamble again.

This time, my cousin didn't let the house win, and in one night, he lost the entire five million he'd borrowed at exorbitant interest.

This loan had a daily interest rate of 1%.

My brother-in-law, being young and inexperienced in the ways of the world (spoiled by his parents and sister), easily agreed to a loan agreement with the casino after being slightly intimidated by his cousin. The agreement stipulated a repayment of 5 million yuan within three months (the payee was his cousin), with an additional 1% interest for each day of delay.

My brother-in-law had no money to repay and dared not ask his family for help. Desperate, he thought of me, the loser he had always looked down upon.

I comforted him, "Don't worry, I know this casino very well. I'll talk to the owner and see if we can waive part of the debt. Tell me the truth, how much can you repay at most?" My brother-in-law was completely lost: "If I borrow from all my friends, I can only manage 100,000 yuan. That's my limit." I said, "Okay, if you manage to scrape together 3 million yuan within three months, I'll talk to the casino owner, and if you repay 3 million, the loan agreement will be canceled." My brother-in-law was overjoyed, thanking me profusely, and finally begged me not to let his parents and sister know about this.

I smiled and readily agreed, but inwardly I was sneering: Just last night, my cousin transferred 800,000 yuan of the 2 million yuan my brother-in-law had lost to me as a kickback for fleecing this fat sheep.

And soon, this idiot who I sold out and still helps me count the money is going to send another 3 million to my cousin and me.

Dear parents-in-law, we've been married for three years, and my marriage has never received your blessings. You wouldn't even let me come to your door and call you "Mom and Dad." But soon, you'll be coming to me begging for my blessing.

Recently, my wife's health seems to be a bit off. She's been eating and sleeping a lot, and even seems to lack energy during sex. She's also occasionally vomiting. My wife seems to have noticed something and went to the hospital for a checkup with me.

As expected, my wife is almost two months pregnant.

Hahaha, the second fish has taken the bait, and the most important fish is in my hands.

Hmph, in the three months before my wife's boyfriend was about to return to China, I secretly switched the birth control pills my wife had been taking. After a month of reckless ejaculation inside her, my wife got pregnant without any surprise.

After confirming her pregnancy, my wife looked indifferent, showing no joy of becoming a mother for the first time.

When we got home, my wife finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears. I quickly hugged her and comforted her.

My wife burst into tears, and after crying for a while, she finally looked up at me with a complicated expression: "Honey, did you switch my birth control pills?" I answered casually, "Yes. I've wanted a child for a long time. We've been married for three years, and you've always used work as an excuse not to have a child, but I really couldn't resist wanting one, so two months ago I secretly switched your birth control pills. I know you'll be upset, but think about it, you're 28 this year, and we're not short of money. It's time for us to have a child.

" My wife looked at me for a long time, her lips trembling slightly, and she forced an awkward smile on her pale face: "Honey, I mean, if... if I don't want this child, can you accept that?" I sneered inwardly, still can't forget that bastard boyfriend of yours?

I feigned extreme anguish, knelt on the ground, and shed tears: "Wife, I'll do anything you ask, except this. I'm thirty, and you're twenty-eight. Do you know how hard it was for me to finally have a baby? Even if you don't think about me, you should think about the child. The child is innocent. Don't you usually love children? What's wrong with you now? You're saying you want to abort your own child?" I paused, looking at my wife with pain: "Wife, if you want to abort this child, you might as well kill me first." In three years of marriage, this was the first time I had knelt before my wife. She was clearly stunned by my reaction; she quickly knelt down and hugged me, murmuring, "Husband, don't do this, don't do this. I was just saying it casually. I won't abort the child, I won't." My worry turned to joy, and I immediately displayed the happiness and joy a soon-to-be father should have.

That night, in front of my wife, I called and texted every relative and friend we knew, telling them the good news about my wife and me.

My wife watched helplessly, her expression blank. I knew I had created the biggest obstacle to her getting back together with her ex-boyfriend: the child.

A secondhand house might find buyers, but a house where someone has died is unlikely to be accepted.

To completely dispel any hope of reconciliation, I even disregarded her objections and forcibly changed her QQ and MSN signatures to: "I'm going to be a mother!"

A few days later, I secretly checked her diary again, and her feelings had finally shifted to my side: "18th, the weather was neither good nor bad, just like my heart.

I've known I'm pregnant for five days now. These past few days have been the most difficult days I've ever experienced.

My husband's joy upon learning of my pregnancy moved me and also broke my heart. In our three years of marriage, this was the first time I'd seen him kneel before me for this unborn child. I admit, my heart softened; I won't abort this child."

When my parents found out I was pregnant, their first call wasn't to congratulate me, but to interrogate me. They were very disappointed, wondering why I would cause such a scene when I was already divorcing my husband. Clearly, there was no hope of getting back together with my boyfriend. Who would marry a woman who had been pregnant with another man's child? Especially a proud man like my boyfriend.

My boyfriend finally found out about the pregnancy. He was furious on the phone. For the first time in all these years we'd known each other, he cursed me, calling me a slut. He said we'd agreed to divorce my husband when he came back, and now I was pregnant with his child. He even cried at the end, saying he'd finally convinced his father to allow me to marry him, and now his parents would never agree to us being together.

I think, even if my boyfriend and I love each other deeply, we can never be together!

I'm tired, completely tired. I don't want to go through any more trouble. I'll slowly put this relationship with my boyfriend behind me.

My husband is very good to me, and with this child, our life might be better.

From now on, I'll just live a good life with my husband!

One shouldn't be too greedy; wanting everything might end up with nothing.

After my wife's pregnancy became public knowledge, she was initially listless, clearly under immense pressure from her parents and ex-boyfriend. However, after a while, her mood brightened, and she became increasingly tender and affectionate towards me. I knew she had made up her mind to return to the family.

For the first time in three years of marriage, I felt my wife's love, though it came a little late, I was still overjoyed.

Having calmed my wife down, the next step was dealing with my in-laws. With

the child in my hands, I felt invincible!

A week after my wife confirmed her pregnancy, my in-laws, whom I hadn't seen for three years, came to visit. Although they seemed embarrassed, they still offered their blessings.

At this moment, I appropriately showed my tolerance and, in front of my in-laws, handed my wife a savings account containing 1 million yuan, indicating it was a donation for my wife and future child.

When they saw me, a nobody, suddenly pull out 1 million yuan for my wife, my in-laws' attitude finally changed. They didn't know that 800,000 yuan of that 1 million was actually a gift from their precious son.

In the face of money, a person's value or ability can be maximized, even if the money isn't actually theirs.

For the first time in three years of marriage, I earned my in-laws' respect, simply because I gave them 1 million yuan.

Since my wife had completely sided with me because of the child, I decided to let my wife's younger brother off the hook.

Three months later, when he handed 3 million yuan to my cousin, I, as the middleman, burned the IOU in front of my wife's younger brother. At that moment, this idiot who had been sold out by me and was still counting the money for me finally breathed a sigh of relief.

My wife's boyfriend finally returned to the country. When he got off the plane, my wife and I greeted him at the airport. Of course, she was already more than three months pregnant, her belly clearly protruding.

You must be wondering why my wife and I would greet her ex-boyfriend. The reason is simple: it was my request.

My excuse was perfectly legitimate: "I heard your ex-boyfriend is back in the country. I think you should go and welcome him

, even as a friend." My wife didn't suspect a thing. Now, as she prepares to become a mother, she radiates maternal love, seemingly having completely let go of the emotional baggage surrounding her former boyfriend.

And me? Heh, I've won this battle to protect my wife after all the trouble. In the end, I have to savor the joy of victory.

The greatest pleasure will probably be seeing the man who was trying to cheat on me looking utterly helpless, and seeing my beloved looking so happy in my arms.

At the airport. I saw my wife's ex-boyfriend for the first time. He was indeed handsome and dashing, but alas, he was still my defeated foe.

Seeing my wife, her face beaming with happiness as she showed signs of pregnancy, and then looking at that handsome man with a helpless expression, he stared at my wife intently for a long time. My wife looked on with alarm, afraid I would object, but I remained composed and dignified.

This man, this defeated foe, finally grasped my hand and whispered in my ear: "Treat your wife well; she loves you."

I smiled and replied smugly: "Of course."

I carefully helped my wife into the back seat of the Q7 sedan, and we drove away.

Farewell, loser.

Your lover, my wife, I will take good care of her for the rest of my life.

[The End]

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