How My Cuckold Wife Was Made 1

I didn't know Tiger at first. It was at a dinner party that I met a friend who was doing business with me, and he turned out to be one of his close friends. Later, he helped his friend out and became my "god" (a term of endearment for someone who is very helpful), and we ended up living and eating together for over three months. To maintain our relationship, I would often accompany him out for meals and entertainment outside of work, but he resolutely refused to spend money on women. I even joked with him about it, but he just smiled and didn't say anything, so I didn't press him. One day, he accidentally noticed an app on my phone and gave a subtle, almost imperceptible, smirk. I was actually extremely embarrassed and flustered inside, but I quickly changed the subject while maintaining a calm facade.
Later, in a drunken stupor, he told me, without warning, that he particularly enjoyed watching other men have sex with his wife, guaranteeing she 'd come in five strokes. His words nearly choked me; I stared at him in horror. He grabbed my phone, saying, "Deleting porn won't change your lewdness . We're kindred spirits." I panicked, spilling a glass of wine, completely stunned. Even with my years of experience in the underworld, I couldn't hide my shock; I was speechless. Actually, we were both perfectly sober, both aware of the crucial point.
We talked all night long, and we were both incredibly aroused. In his words, he went from an honest, simple country boy to a cuckolded sex maniac, having slept with almost every woman he knew.
Later, I thought that once the truth was out, we wouldn't be able to get along anymore, but surprisingly, our relationship actually improved a lot, and we became inseparable buddies. Then he told me his whole story. I found his experience incredibly fascinating, so I compiled it up. After reading it, he told me he immediately masturbated…
There's a saying that goes, even if you're not hungry, you can't change your gluttonous nature. If sex is instinct, then lust is something that needs cultivation; I'm the one who cultivated to become an immortal.
My name is Hu Zi, I am 36 years old, from northern China, and I work in the telecommunications industry.
Actually, my name doesn't contain the character for "tiger," but everyone who meets me likes to call me that, so I just accept it. I joined the army in 2000. The first person I admired was W. At the welcoming ceremony, he was a particularly handsome and resolute man. At the time, I didn't know who he was; I only knew he was a high-ranking leader. He was very handsome, had an exceptionally good physique, and a unique temperament. He stood out among the group of leaders and left a deep impression on me. The next few months were quite tough, or rather, exhausting. I'm a 100% rural kid; I know nothing but how to endure hardship, and I'd never even touched a computer before. I always remembered my parents' teachings: perform well, and believe that opportunity can change your destiny. Through my persistence and hard work, I consistently ranked at the top in various assessments and evaluations. To put it more professionally, my basic skills were excellent, and I was promoted quickly, even becoming a deputy squad leader.
The military region was holding a swimming league, and I was one of the fastest swimmers in my company. I never imagined that after rounds of competition, I'd be able to represent my company in the finals. The second time I saw W was at the team's selection finals. He was also competing, but in a different weight class than me. W , wearing a swimming cap and goggles, and dressed in black and white swim trunks, walked past me with a dashing and elegant air, exuding a powerful presence. W had a fantastic physique when he took off his clothes; his muscles were beautifully defined, and his abs were very prominent. I thought to myself, "When can I be like him?" I even touched my own stomach with a touch of self-consciousness.
The result of that match was that W and I represented our district in the national league.
To prepare for the competition, the company specifically arranged time and hired a professional coach to train W and me together. During that period, we trained together almost every day. I learned swimming through self-taught methods, but under the professional coach's standardized training, I improved quickly. W often gave me guidance, but he never talked to me much. Occasionally, he would ask me a question, and I would answer it directly. I didn't dare to talk to him; the difference in our ranks was too great. He was my superior, and I didn't dare to look him in the eye. I always walked behind him, constantly emphasizing that I needed to be quick and agile, always ready to respond.
Because I sometimes have to work during the day, and some training sessions are in the afternoon or evening, one evening it was raining outside. The coach hadn't arrived yet, but W arrived first and started changing. I quickly changed and showered too. When I came out, a woman walked towards me. I was startled and didn't even have time to see her outline before I froze. W walked over and said, "This is your sister-in-law." Then she jumped into the water. I immediately stood up straight and stammered, "Hello, sister-in-law." I didn't dare look at her.
"It's nothing, I just came to watch. You guys go ahead and swim." With that, she went to the side.

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