My Passionate Journey with My Wife

My wife and I met on a university campus; we were each other's first love. Back then, she was my girlfriend—shy, traditional, and completely ignorant about sex. We seemed destined for each other, strangely, inseparable.

During the first semester of our junior year, the days when I met my wife felt like every molecule in the air was vibrant! We had endless things to talk about. In 2007, long text messages were all the rage on university campuses.

We bought a package with 800 text messages, but still went over budget. Back then, QQ wasn't as common, and mobile internet wasn't nearly as developed. To send more text, we would write every message fully before sending it.

If unrequited love doesn't count as romance, then my wife and I were each other's first love. From then on, a bicycle couple appeared on the university campus in the southern provincial capital. My wife, on the back, was innocent and happy, while I, holding the handlebars, felt as if I held our shared happiness in my hands, speeding along the tree-lined paths of the campus.

Soon, a year passed, and my wife graduated from university. Almost without hesitation, she chose to stay in the city. I found a place to live near the campus, moved her luggage there, and we moved in together. She started her first job, earning a meager salary, and we were content with our life as a couple, unaware that a crisis was brewing.

My wife's parents disapproved of her choice. She hadn't told me this fact. One night, after we made love, she told me that her father had found her a job in G city, a tourist city in a neighboring province, and he insisted she go. She asked me, "If I go, will it be the end for us?" I rationally analyzed the potential consequences of distance, and after hearing this, she cried, and we hugged each other tightly. A few days

later, I took her luggage and saw her off on the train heading south. As for me, I was about to graduate, juggling job hunting and postgraduate entrance exams. I had no time for sadness and plunged into the intense graduation process. By March 2009, the postgraduate entrance exam results had been released, and the job search outcome was largely clear. I'd basically made up my mind to pursue my master's degree at my current university. Although I desperately wanted to start working, the 2009 financial crisis was devastating. Despite my efforts, I couldn't find a satisfactory job.

Having settled my future, I finally bought a ticket to G city for the first time. I bought the cheapest green-skinned train ticket, a 10-hour journey at night, arriving at 5 a.m., and then took a motorcycle taxi to my wife's place. In the cold wind, she was waiting for me at the entrance of the complex in her pajamas. The moment I saw her, a feeling of happiness welled up inside me. After finishing the pork rib soup she had made, I hurriedly took a shower, while she was already waiting for me in bed. I lifted the covers, her familiar scent filling my nostrils. I pressed myself against her, skillfully kissing her lips, exploring her fragrant tongue. My wife cooperated, extending her tongue, and we intertwined. My fingers explored my wife's private parts; she was already incredibly wet. I joked, "So wet already?" My wife didn't answer, but held me close, her small hand grasping my penis. Of course, I was already fully erect! I thrust all the way in, and my wife was already incredibly hot and wet inside. She was writhing passionately, it had been so long since our bodies had been so intertwined, so hot and intense.

I stayed in G city for five days, and in those five days, I felt like I was releasing all the pent-up energy I had accumulated over the past year. Every day I would cook dinner, wait for my wife to come home, eat, take a shower, and then have sex until the very

end. The next morning, it was always the same. Summer vacation came, and I stayed in G city for two whole months. It was during these two months that my wife and I's lives changed. G city is a tourist city, with unparalleled scenery. While my wife was at work, I would buy groceries, and the rest of the time I would play. I explored every place in G city that was worth visiting, but eventually I returned to my computer. Finally, as my friends guessed, I came across cuckoldry novels. Before that, I had watched countless pornographic films, but I was practically immune to them; even the most beautiful actresses couldn't arouse my interest. On the contrary, cuckoldry novels made my penis stand tall and excited. Back then, I read all sorts of cuckoldry novels, all kinds. I unconsciously fantasized about the female protagonists as my girlfriend, often unable to distinguish whether the beautiful woman being violated by a migrant worker/pervert/classmate was my own girlfriend or someone else. Seeking stimulation, I would masturbate and fantasize about my girlfriend having sex with a muscular man, following the plot of the erotic novels. My favorite fantasy was a man with a huge penis lying on his back, while my girlfriend sat naked on top of him, his large penis inside her vagina. My girlfriend would touch her breasts, her waist twisting wildly. Every time I fantasized about this, I'd ejaculate within two minutes. Afterwards, there was an endless emptiness… Day after day, I felt increasingly trapped. When I had sex with my girlfriend, I also started fantasizing. I even said things like wanting others to join in. Sometimes she would cooperate, sometimes she would remain silent. My friends usually used the word "training," but that word didn't fit my relationship with my girlfriend. Shortly after discovering my fetish, one late night after we made love, I told my girlfriend about it with deep sincerity.

I said, "I have something to tell you, don't be afraid." My girlfriend said, "What is it? Don't scare me." I said, "You might not be able to accept it, but you must believe me, I will never hurt you. I'm telling you this because I feel I can't bear this pressure alone anymore." My girlfriend said, "Go ahead." I said, "I want you to have sex with other people." I paused, and my girlfriend didn't speak. I continued, "Maybe it's because I read too much porn, but I especially like to fantasize about you having sex with other people. It excites me. And now I truly feel it. I really want you to have sex with other people. I want to see other people's penises inserted into your vagina. I want to see you reach orgasm under another man's thrusting.

I love you very much, and the more I love you, the stronger this strange thought becomes." I remember we talked until very late that night, but I did most of the talking. I can't remember the exact content of our conversation.

Finally, my girlfriend said, "Don't worry, and don't feel pressured. Try to read less of those pornographic novels." I knew it was impossible to convince her in a short time. For someone without this strange fetish, this would be tantamount to inhumanity!

In the days that followed, we remained as loving as ever, and we both avoided mentioning the topic. After a while, I started saying things like, "Let's find a stud to fuck you together," during our lovemaking to stimulate her, and my girlfriend slowly began to respond, sometimes even tacitly cooperating. From her body, I could clearly feel the effects of these catalysts. She was noticeably producing more lubrication, and her hip movements became more frenzied. Sometimes, she would ask me, "What kind of guy are you going to find to fuck me?"

I would tell her, "What kind do you like?" "I like handsome guys, a little chubby." I said, "Okay, then let's find a handsome guy, his penis is really big, much bigger than mine. Let's both put our penises into your vagina at the same time!" My girlfriend innocently said, "How can we put two in at the same time?" From then on, we had a new way of flirting during our lovemaking. Its effect was obvious, making both my girlfriend and me excited and stimulated. However, after I ejaculated, I felt a sense of weariness, even a slight aversion to the thought of cuckoldry. I instinctively avoided thinking about it further; it was a subconscious form of escapism.

When my girlfriend was sober, she never mentioned cuckoldry.

It's fair to say that the fantasies during sex didn't actually advance anything. At most, they only allowed her to imagine the scenario and experience the thrill. The two huge barriers that my girlfriend ultimately had to overcome to agree to play this adult game with me were safety and love. Safety mainly stemmed from concerns about public criticism of such absurd behavior; if exposed, it would certainly ruin her reputation and be extremely shameful. Another aspect of safety was the potential danger posed by our chosen partner, including their health problems and the risks posed by their poor character. Love was my girlfriend's deepest concern. She was constantly troubled by why her boyfriend was so eager for her to sleep with other men. Before she could be sure of me, she suspected that I no longer loved her and was scheming against her? Or, most likely, that I was using her as a bargaining chip to get sex with other women.

Thanks to my analysis of my girlfriend's psychology, I gradually resolved her confusion through slow persuasion. I read a lot of erotic articles on specialized websites, including analyses of the psychology of cuckolds, some of which were quite insightful. I also searched for articles on sexual psychology, which were very helpful.

Some foreign pornographic films depict the psychology of cuckolds very well. For example, there's a French film about a nobleman who, after winning the heart of a young and beautiful woman, takes his wife on their honeymoon in a castle. However, the protagonist always avoids having sex with his bride for various reasons. After drinking milk served by a servant, the bride strangely becomes aroused and uncontrollably wants to have sex. The first time is with a young groom, then an old butler, then a maid, and then two servants simultaneously having sex with the bride, again and again. Each time, the bride waits anxiously for her master's return, and they are very sweet together, but just as they are about to have sex, something interrupts them. Once, the male protagonist and his bride were in the countryside. After a passionate encounter, the bride undressed and was about to consummate their relationship when the young coachman arrived. He spoke a few words to the master, who then left. The bride watched her husband leave with a sorrowful expression, then followed the coachman to the spot where they had last made love, and began to enjoy herself intensely. All of this was actually orchestrated by the master, who watched his wife make love with the servants the entire time. The bride gradually developed a liking for this carnal desire; she began to enjoy group sex, and even without the aphrodisiac milk, she began to crave it. The master saw his bride walk from the bedroom to the servants' house one last time, undress herself, and have sex with the servants. He smiled with satisfaction. Finally, the man and his wife left the castle, laughing all the way. The car drove straight to the entrance of a club, where the master and his beautiful wife entered, greeted by a crowd of men and women who applauded. The young wife smiled and removed her coat, revealing her vibrant body, and began to caress one of the men without any hesitation.

My girlfriend later watched the movie out of curiosity and thought it was really good, but that's another story.

I found an opportunity.

My stamina is poor; I usually last less than 10 minutes. My girlfriend was clearly unsatisfied. Deep down, I wanted her to be satisfied and wanted to see her reach orgasm. But after all these years, she had never had a powerful orgasm! This was partly due to her physical condition, but I was mostly to blame. I told her that I was still young, and this situation would only worsen in the future. I was declining every day, while she would gradually mature and her sexual needs would become stronger. Men and women have completely opposite trends in their sexual needs. Sexual disharmony plagues almost every couple. Middle-aged couples, outwardly harmonious but inwardly estranged, each immersed in their own world, either arguing endlessly or ignoring each other, often find sexual disharmony a major contributing factor.

I sincerely revealed my innermost thoughts to my girlfriend, telling her my most direct feelings without reservation. At that time, it was a big risk. For those who didn't understand, such a reaction could lead to a loss of dignity.

Fortunately, my girlfriend understood me. Our relationship is very good now. In our relationship, we almost never doubted each other's loyalty.

I made great progress in persuading her. She went from initial resistance and doubt to gradually discussing the topic with me more calmly, which was important—it meant we were discussing it rationally.

However, later I realized that I didn't truly understand her heart, or rather, I didn't truly understand women. Looking back, I suspect that some time ago, my girlfriend had already internally agreed to this kind of thing, but out of self-protection or caution, she hid it very well, showing no sign whatsoever. So when she suddenly suggested having sex with a single man for the first time, I was completely stunned! The first experience was incredibly exciting; although I didn't experience it myself, I will describe it in detail in later chapters.

In my second year of graduate school, my girlfriend finally decided to return to the city where I was studying from G city. She quit the job her father had arranged for her and came back to my side without hesitation. I rented a dormitory room at the university and lived with her. She began seriously preparing for the accountant certification exam, while I, besides attending classes, also worked as a tutor to earn living expenses. Later, we rented a three-bedroom apartment near the school with a friend, and that's where the story began (but the person in the picture isn't who you're guessing, haha). Life went on uneventfully. She later got a job as a finance clerk at a Hong Kong company, and I quit my tutoring job to prepare for my master's thesis, look for a job, and graduate. Occasionally, we'd invite classmates and friends over to our place to play cards.

We lived in the master bedroom, which had its own bathroom. There were two other bedrooms, and we had several roommates, mostly couples from the same university (again, disappointing you, it wasn't them). In 2012, I graduated. Several jobs weren't ideal, so I tried taking the exam for a public institution in a nearby city and actually got in, but the working conditions weren't good. I went anyway to make ends meet.

During my three-month job training, a college student added me on WeChat in a courtyard house. We chatted, and it turned out we were alumni. He was a senior, and instantly, trust was established, and we felt closer. Later, my wife and I both called him Xiao Zhang. During that time, we talked a lot. I learned that he had a girlfriend from high school who was studying at a university in his hometown in Jiangsu. They rarely saw each other, and he was extremely horny, masturbating a lot. He also had a cuckolding fetish, but it was probably not as deep as mine. I showed Xiao Zhang's photos to my wife, and she said he was pretty good-looking and looked clean. I knew this was a high compliment, because my wife has a slight case of mysophobia and has a psychological barrier to this.

My wife said she didn't want to do it, but we could talk. I was eager to take it further, but she wouldn't agree at all, sometimes even getting angry with me, so I had to give up. I

talked a lot with Xiao Zhang, and gradually, I showed him all the nude photos and everyday photos I had taken of my wife, as well as videos we had recorded of us having sex. I should say he was already very familiar with my wife's body. I knew he really wanted to meet my wife, but didn't know how to bring it up. I also probed my wife, asking if it would be okay for her to meet this junior colleague.

My wife asked, "Did he treat me to dinner?" I replied, "The usual practice is for the single man to pay, but he's a student, so it's more appropriate for us to pay. It's just a meal." My wife said, "Then let's not go." Unfortunately, I had already said it, so I had to give up. I really can't handle her little woman's mentality. At that time, the biggest obstacle was actually the long-distance relationship between my wife and me. During my training, I went back home once a week, even though the two cities were only 60 kilometers apart.

I had been dating Xiao Zhang for about two months. He said he wanted to take the postgraduate entrance exam and wanted to rent a place. He suggested renting one of our secondary bedrooms. At that time, there happened to be a vacant secondary bedroom, which my wife had been looking for. When I mentioned it to my wife, she agreed without even thinking about it. Sigh, I know she was worried about the rent.

She also specifically pointed out that we shouldn't even think about that aspect. Her concern was that Xiao Zhang and I went to the same school, which meant we were too close.

I readily agreed: "I'll do whatever you say. If you don't want to, I won't force you."

When I got home over the weekend, I contacted Xiao Zhang and gave him our address. He rode his bike downstairs, and my wife and I greeted him. It was obvious he was nervous and flustered. I, too, felt a little awkward.

My wife, however, remained calm and didn't say much. It was the first time for all three of us, and we were inexperienced. I showed him the apartment, and he glanced at it briefly and said, "It's pretty good." Then we chatted about postgraduate entrance exams and graduate studies, and I shared some of my experiences. Xiao Zhang was very polite and thanked me repeatedly.

When we parted, he said he would move his things in a few days. So I gave him a set of keys.

Two days later, I returned to work, and my wife called to say that Xiao Zhang had moved in. I simply replied that I knew.

I asked her, "Is he honest?" My wife said he was very honest, he didn't even dare to look around, haha. Almost two months passed uneventfully, with no progress whatsoever. I had given up hope; it was almost the end of my training, and I was about to be assigned a job.

Xiao Zhang went to the school library to study during the day and came home at night. When we chatted, I always encouraged him to talk to my wife more. He said that after my wife came home, she basically locked herself in the master bedroom and wouldn't come out. Our master bedroom has an ensuite bathroom, so she almost never needs to leave. She only appears when cooking. He said he masturbates while looking at my wife's nude photos at night, it's so painful to have her right next to him but not be able to have sex with her. I couldn't help him. However, Xiao Zhang wasn't as impatient as other single men; he was probably under a lot of academic pressure at the time, just feeling lonely and restless at night.

On the weekend, I went home, and my wife and I eagerly started making love. When things got exciting, I started teasing her, saying, "Xiao Zhang is right next to us, let's call him over?" She closed her eyes and surprisingly refused, quite consciously. Once again, while we were sober, we made a deal: my wife agreed to let Xiao Zhang have sex with her! I was so excited, I immediately called Xiao Zhang.

I told him incoherently, "Come back, your sister-in-law agreed." Xiao Zhang said, "Okay, I'll be right back." Then my wife and I lay on the bed. I took off my wife's clothes and started touching her. She became aroused, and slowly started to get nervous. She hesitated: "Honey, let's not do it anymore, I'm so nervous.

" I said, "It's okay, I'm here." We heard the sound of the door opening. We knew Xiao Zhang was back. My heart started racing, and my face burned. My wife immediately covered herself with the blanket. Soon, Xiao Zhang knocked on the door.

I said, "Come in." After he entered, he didn't know where to put his hands. He hurriedly greeted us: "Brother, Sister, hello." I almost forgot how I greeted him. My wife and I just sat on the bed, covered by the blanket, it was very hot. Xiao Zhang stood in the doorway. I knew I had to make my move, or it would all be over.

So I said, "I'll play with your sister-in-law for a while, then you can join in." He said, "Okay." I turned over and hugged my wife. She was covered in sweat, and when I kissed her, she kept laughing.

Finally, my wife said, "Let's forget it, I can't get into it." I was very frustrated and had to let him leave first. The first time was a failure.

A month or so passed, and we were still living a dual-city life. One night, my wife and I were chatting, and that day she cooperated and talked to me about cuckolding. We had been talking to a friend in Beijing for many years, and my wife really liked this man. She said that if she had the chance to go to Beijing in the future, she would find this man to have a threesome. We started fantasizing. Naturally, we started role-playing. After our text sex over the phone ended, I went to bed. Living alone is lonely. The apartment I rented here is very simple, just a place for my wife to stay when she comes over. There's no TV, no air conditioning. I can only play on my phone. I opened my QQ account for making friends, browsed the chat history in the group, chatted with a few friends I got along with, and seeing that it was getting late, I went to bed.

"Ring ring ring," the phone rang (I like to use a retro phone ringtone for my phone's caller ID). I groggily got up to answer it, and saw it was my wife calling. Looking further, it was past 12:30 AM.

My wife said, "Honey, are you asleep?" I said, "Yeah, why aren't you asleep yet?" My wife said, "I don't know what's wrong with me today, after talking to you on the phone, I just don't want to sleep." She hesitated, but I didn't notice. I habitually teased her, saying, "Are you feeling puberty?

How about I come home now and satisfy you?" My wife said, "It's all your fault! You talked to me about those things, and now I can't sleep. I'm all wet down there, so much fluid." Hearing this, I felt something was amiss, but I still didn't realize that my wife was actually testing me.

I said, "Xiao Zhang is next door, open the door and let him in." My wife said, "That's not a good idea. Xiao Zhao and his wife are back." That snapped me right out of the blue! I jumped out of bed, my throat suddenly dry. I immediately said, "It's okay, it's so late. They're probably already asleep. With the doors closed, they won't know anything." My wife said, "They will hear. I can hear Xiao Zhao's wife moaning when they're having sex." It turned out my wife was really sexually aroused tonight, extremely eager for sex. Later, we analyzed that she said that night was probably her ovulation period, hence her particularly strong libido! I knew I had to seize this opportunity; the day I'd been longing for had finally arrived, and so unexpectedly! Almost as if I was about to give up, I silently chanted: Happiness has come too suddenly!

I tried desperately to calm myself down, but I still felt my mouth was dry, and my whole body inexplicably started trembling! I knew this was a sign of extreme nervousness. I said, "Honey, are you really ready? Don't worry, everything I've said to you before was sincere. I love you, and I really enjoy making love with you. But I also really enjoy you making love with other people. I like seeing someone else on top of you naked, and I like you getting pleasure." She was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay." I reacted quickly and said, "Go unlock the door. Be gentle when you unlock it. After the door is open, just wait in bed." My wife said, "Okay." There was a rustling sound on the other end of the phone, then some static, and then a long silence. I kept waiting; time seemed to drag on forever.

Finally, my wife spoke: "Honey, are you still there?" "Yes, I am." "The door is open." "Okay, are you in bed?" "Yes." "Honey, take all your clothes off now!" After saying that, my face burned, and my throat tightened. I paused, then continued, "I'll call Xiao Zhang now and ask him to come over." My wife didn't say anything, then added, "Tell him not to knock." I said okay. Then I hung up. My hand trembled as I dialed Xiao Zhang's number. The phone rang only a few times before he answered. "Senior brother?" I said directly, "Your sister-in-law agreed. Go to her room to find him!" "Huh? Isn't that inappropriate? Senior Brother Zhao and the others are there too?" Damn, he used the same excuse as my wife.

I said, "It's okay, your sister-in-law has already opened the door. Just

open it gently, and close it gently too. She's already completely naked." Xiao Zhang hesitated for a few words, then said okay. Then I hung up. I immediately called again, and my wife answered quickly. I told her I had already told Xiao Zhang, and he would be coming in soon. My wife said insincerely, "You really told him! My good wife, you already think that way, and you still say it like that, it's so fake, haha." But I knew it was just a girl's modesty, so I didn't call her out on it. I was afraid she would back out. My wife said, "I'm so nervous right now, and so hot." I said, "Me too, I'm trembling all over!" I thought I heard a sound, and sure enough, my wife said, "He's coming in." Then I heard a voice, "Sister Qing," Xiao Zhang always calls my wife "Sister Qing" in private. My wife said, "I'm not talking to you anymore." I quickly said, "Okay, then I'll hang up."

After hanging up, I crawled into bed. In the June/July weather, I was shivering all over, my teeth chattering, feeling a little cold. I wrapped myself tighter in the blankets, feeling a bit more comfortable. At this moment, Xiao Zhang should already be nestled in my wife's warm bed, caressing her smooth, naked body! I put down my phone and picked it up again, afraid of disturbing them. After a long, intense struggle, I finally couldn't resist calling my wife.

"Hello, how's it going?" My wife's tone was flat: "What do you mean, how's it going? He's right next to me. Hehe." "Did he go in?" "Not yet, he's not hard yet." "Then what are you doing?" "Chatting." Do you think I'm stupid? A man and a woman, both naked, lying in bed, just chatting? I wasn't satisfied and continued, "He's probably nervous, you should encourage him." My wife's tone became impatient, saying, "Yeah, he's so nervous, his whole body is shaking." She added:

"Don't call again." Although I was internally hurt, I obediently hung up the phone. Time seemed to drag on forever. I waited about half an hour, guessing it should be over by now, but it hadn't actually been that long. My wife said, "Not yet, he's on top of me. I'm hanging up." I understood. The scene of Xiao Zhang on top of my wife immediately flashed through my mind. I could almost see Xiao Zhang's penis inserted into my wife's wet vagina. Strangely, I didn't dwell on that scene. I just tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I lay there, holding my phone near my head, my eyes opening and closing intermittently, glancing at the phone, then putting it down again, slowly starting to drift off... The phone rang. It was my wife. She said, "He went out." I asked, "Did you do it?" "No, he couldn't get an erection, but I ended up getting very wet." I was disappointed. I continued, "Did he touch you?" My wife said, "Yes." And she said it with a particularly dismissive tone, but it was clearly feigned. I said, "He touched your breasts, didn't he?" I knew I was deliberately being so specific to get some excitement out of it. My wife simply answered, "Yes." I wasn't happy about that. I demanded more details, that she tell me what happened, but she was very reluctant. After much coaxing, she finally told me. She said that after Xiao Zhang came in, he was initially flustered by the bed, making small talk for a few minutes. My wife then asked him to get on the bed, and he did. He took off his pants and got under the covers. They started chatting; my wife asked him about his girlfriend. I confirmed they were chatting when I first called. Later, Xiao Zhang started touching my wife's breasts and then licked her nipples. My wife asked him to get on top, and Xiao Zhang pressed himself against her, hugging her, and they naturally kissed. But Xiao Zhang was very nervous, trembling all over. I think this experience must have been incredible for him too. After all, as a single man, it was his first time, and like us, he was filled with wariness, fear, excitement, and thrill! He just couldn't get into it. His wife told me she even tried to guide his slightly erect penis into her vagina with her hand, but it wasn't hard enough to penetrate. Even when it did manage to get in, it would immediately slip out. Finally, Xiao Zhang awkwardly apologized, and after they continued chatting for a while, his wife told him to go home.

After hearing his wife's account, I still asked, quite obviously, "Did he touch your vagina?" My wife casually replied, "Yes." I wanted to tell her more, but she laughed it off, saying, "Honey, I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep." I had no choice but to hang up.

After hanging up, the room fell silent again… leaving only me, my mind churning. Perhaps because I was so sleepy, many images flashed through my mind: scenes of my wife and I making love, scenes of her entangled with Xiao Zhang, and scenes I often imagined my wife in when reading erotic novels. Recalling all the ways I'd tried to persuade my wife over the years, I could hardly believe it. I absolutely never imagined my wife's first time would happen like this!

I laughed eerily again, then suddenly fell into deep thought. I was really looking forward to the weekend so I could rush back and have a threesome with my wife and Xiao Zhang—it was my dream!

That night, I fell asleep with these random thoughts running through my mind.

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