The Origin of Cuckoldry: My Wife's First Love

Regarding my wife's relationship with her first love, I encouraged her to go out and find other men, to enjoy the sense of conquest and satisfaction that handsome, strong men brought her, even to the point of ecstasy. After returning home and seeing that I wasn't angry or disgusted, and even licking her cunt that had just been fucked by other men, she gradually opened up to me and told me everything. Later, when my wife went out for casual sex and then came home to tell me the details, it became a preservative and lubricant for our married life, making our relationship better and better. I asked my wife about her first love dozens of times, and she recounted it to me in detail dozens of times. Every time she talked about it, she was unconsciously overflowing with lust.

After graduating from vocational high school in 2006, at the age of 18, my wife went to Shenzhen with her sister to stay with her uncle. At that time, her uncle was a regimental officer in the local army and had good connections, so he arranged for her to work and learn in a company. Compared to other young girls who had just arrived, their lives were already quite good.

My wife's uncle has a full-time driver. He's a strong, energetic young man who makes a good first impression. My wife often visits her uncle's house, and over time, she and this driver developed feelings for each other. At first, they only exchanged glances privately; this was my wife's first love. My wife said it took them over two months to hold hands and over three months to kiss and hug. They often went shopping together and occasionally went to the movies. Her first love would hug and touch her in the movie theater, and when she was aroused, she didn't resist. She was even sexually assaulted by him in the theater.

Sometimes my wife would go running, and her first love, knowing this, would run with her when he had time, often working up a sweat. My wife said that once, she returned to her and her sister's rented apartment covered in sweat. At that time, her sister had a boyfriend and lived with him, rarely returning to their apartment. The rented room didn't have a private bathroom. After running and getting all sweaty, my wife went to the communal bathroom to get a basin of water. She went back to her room to wash up, and as soon as she entered, she saw her first love already there. She told him to leave so she could wash, but he said, "We're already like this, we'll see each other sooner or later, I promise I won't touch you."

My wife said that at that moment, her mind seemed to go blank. With her back to him, she actually took off all her clothes and started washing herself with a towel. Her heart was pounding, and she felt not only her face but also her neck were red. She said that at some point, her first love took

the towel from her and gently wiped her back, continuing until he reached her buttocks before she realized what was happening. She didn't know whether to pull away or not, and her body shuddered violently. He paused briefly, then continued gently wiping her body. Sometimes, when he wiped her buttocks, he would deliberately slip the towel in a little, touching her vulva. Her vulva would tremble at the touch. Before she knew it, her first love had moved in front of her, asking her to lift her head. He gently washed her neck, armpits, and cleavage, occasionally lightly kissing her nipples, making her shudder. He then casually knelt down to wash her legs, and when he reached her thighs, he pretended to accidentally touch her vulva, causing her to shudder again.

Finally, he had her lean against him, lifting one leg to wash her toes. She said his movements were always so meticulous and gentle, and she still vividly remembers those details. Only when he said "It's done" did she come to her senses, bewildered. "Huh?! It's done?" After that, he didn't make any further moves. She always believed her first love was an exceptional person, a true gentleman.

From then on, the two often ran together, and after running until they were covered in sweat, they would go back to their rented room to get water before returning to their room. Each time, the wife's first love would carefully wash every inch of her skin, but after the wash, in the wife's words, he wouldn't cross any lines. As for his occasional little actions, like touching her tender vulva, the wife had become accustomed to it.

After several such encounters, the two, again covered in sweat, went back to their rented room to get water and wash themselves. The wife had just taken off her clothes when her first love also took them off. The wife caught a glimpse of his hard penis, and her face flushed and her heart pounded. She asked him, "What are you doing?" Her first love grabbed her hand and made her hold his hard penis, telling her to hold on tight and stand firmly. The wife actually grabbed his hard penis, initially embarrassed, only glancing at it occasionally out of the corner of her eye. Her first love, however, continued to nonchalantly take a towel and wash her body.

After that, my wife gradually got used to it. She and her first love would be naked, washing each other's bodies. My wife would squat down to examine her first love's penis closely, sometimes even pinching it against her cheek. Finally, she couldn't resist gently kissing the glans, exclaiming, "Wow! So cute! It even bounces!" Her first love would teach her to gently stroke his penis, and even had her put her fingers in her mouth, teaching her to use her lips to envelop his fingers, letting them move in and out of his mouth. Once she mastered the technique, he would have her squat down and envelop his penis with her lips, mimicking his finger-sucking motion. My wife told me she was

good at oral sex, and that's how she learned it from her first love, but I didn't really believe her. Sometimes, when my wife and her first love got really into it, they would hug each other tightly. Her first love would rub his penis against her vulva, first from the front, then from the back. Every time he tried to penetrate her, my wife would stop him. He showed unprecedented patience, never forcing her. This made my wife even more convinced of his character and trust him completely.

Around Chinese New Year, my wife and her sister were going back to their hometown for the holiday. My wife's sister said she and her boyfriend were going back to their hometown to hold their wedding. It turned out that her boyfriend's hometown was the same as hers, and both sets of parents had already met. My wife told me that her parents had mentioned it to her during a phone call, but she was so engrossed in her relationship with her first love that she completely forgot about it.

My wife's uncle had arranged train tickets for the two sisters well in advance. At that time, my wife and her first love were still in a secret relationship, so my wife didn't dare to say goodbye to him. Back in her hometown, my wife seemed distracted and absent-minded. Every night, she would secretly call her first love, pouring out her longing. She said it was then that she realized how important her first love truly was to her. Her sister's wedding was quickly over, followed by the New Year. In her hometown, there seemed to be many elaborate rituals for newlyweds. Although my wife was still thinking about her first love, she didn't dare go to Shenzhen alone, fearing her parents would notice something was amiss.

So, my wife, her sister, and brother-in-law stayed in their hometown for over a month before saying goodbye to their parents and boarding the train to Shenzhen again. Back in Shenzhen, she first visited her aunt and uncle, then went to her workplace to report for duty. Fortunately, her uncle had a good relationship with the company owner, so she started work smoothly. This time, her sister moved in with her brother-in-law, leaving my wife alone in the rented apartment.

On the third day after my wife, sister, and brother-in-law returned to Shenzhen, my wife's first love finally came to our rented apartment. After being separated for more than a month, the pain of longing was palpable. The two embraced tightly and kissed passionately, unwilling to part for a long time. When her first love reached inside my wife's clothes and caressed and kneaded her firm breasts, my wife couldn't help but reach under her first love's crotch and grab his penis hard. My wife didn't notice the pain on her first love's face. When he let out a muffled groan, my wife asked him what was wrong. He said, "You're too rough. It hurts."

The wife instinctively let go, quickly squatted down, and unbuckled her first love's belt and pants, pulling them down along with his underwear. Saying "I'm sorry," she then took his penis into her mouth and began giving him oral sex. After about ten minutes, her first love, perhaps nearing his limit, stopped her. The wife then released his penis from her mouth, kissed it a few times, and asked if it still hurt. He said it was much better, but he wasn't sure if it was still usable. The wife asked, "What should we do? How can we know if it's still usable?" He replied, "We'll have to try."

Hearing this, the wife understood what her first love meant, but she was genuinely worried that she might have damaged his penis. So when her first love was undressing her, my wife didn't resist at all. Soon they were both completely naked. My wife immediately got into bed and crawled under the covers. Her first love quickly followed, hugging her tightly and starting another round of passionate kisses. He slowly moved his lips away, kissing her earlobes, eyelids, eyelashes, nose, chin, neck, nipples, breasts, and navel. Then he turned to kiss her toes, insteps, calves, thighs, and groin. My wife was already burning with desire from her first love's teasing, and could only gently stroke his penis.

While his wife was under the covers, her first love spread her legs and carefully licked her tender vulva, making her gasp and involuntarily moan softly. The wife's first love turned and lay down next to her head, letting her lie on top of him. He immediately spread her legs, buried his head between them, and began licking and sucking. This time, the wife, without any instruction, instinctively knew what to do. She was already aroused and throbbing from his teasing, and seeing his penis before her, she didn't need him to tell her; she opened her mouth and began sucking.

They continued for about ten minutes, then the first love climbed out from under her, and she lay back down, ready for the impending storm. Seeing her wet, tender vagina, the first love didn't hesitate. He climbed on top of her, gripped his erection, and thrust in. Just as she felt the pain, his penis was already fully inside, but she still involuntarily cried out, "Ah! It hurts!" The first love paused and asked, "Are you still a virgin? Have you never been with a man?" The wife said, "No way! How could I be that kind of person? I gave you my first time, so you have to take responsibility for me."

The first love then pulled his penis out of his wife's tender vagina, lifted the blanket, and saw a ring of virginity red on his penis, and a little bit on his wife's vulva as well. He was overjoyed. He probably never expected to have the chance to sleep with a virgin, especially his superior's niece. This time, the first love carefully and slowly inserted his penis back into his wife's tender vagina, gently thrusting in and out. Because of the foreplay, she was very wet, and while gently thrusting, he asked his wife, "Honey, does it still hurt?" "Mmm, much better." "Can I go faster?" "Okay, it feels quite good." "Mmm, mmm." His wife was starting to moan softly as she was being fucked. Seeing that his wife had adapted so quickly, the first love was very excited and fucked her even harder.

At first, when my wife felt pleasure, she could only moan softly. As her first love's thrusting became faster and faster, her moans grew louder and more urgent. Her legs involuntarily wrapped around his waist, and her lower body even arched to meet his ministrations. Just as he launched his final assault, my wife said she felt like she was about to ascend to heaven, like she was about to die. At that moment, she didn't realize it was an orgasm. Her first love, as her vagina contracted sharply, ejaculated deep inside her.

After a while, my wife recovered and told him, "You almost killed me!" He explained that the feeling was called an "orgasm." My wife didn't understand and asked what an orgasm was. He said, "It's that feeling you just had. When a person reaches the peak of pleasure, it's a feeling of floating on air, or a feeling of almost dying from pleasure—that's an orgasm." My wife said, "You've got me! I never knew you were so good at this. Have you fooled a lot of girls?" My wife's first love swore he really didn't, but she still didn't believe him. He said he'd find a way to get her a laptop someday, with lots of information about this stuff, which he himself had learned from computers. My wife still didn't believe him, saying, "I'll only believe you after you get the computer and I see it."

Her first love's penis was still inside her vagina, not pulled out. He started kissing her, their tongues intertwined, exchanging saliva—perhaps this was a way of expressing their deep love. As they kissed, my wife suddenly opened her eyes wide. Her first love, sensing her tongue movements had stopped, also opened his eyes and looked at her. She said, "Your thing is still inside, and now it's hard again." He replied, "Looks like they're in love too!" My wife playfully slapped his back, "Get lost!"

He then slowly started moving again, slowly thrusting. My wife told me she didn't even know how she ended up wrapping her legs around his waist. First Love was thrusting, starting slowly and gradually increasing the speed, his penis growing larger and larger inside his wife's wet vagina. Soon, pleasure washed over his wife again, and this time she cried out loudly. Perhaps his wife's moans were the greatest encouragement for First Love, as he thrust even harder.

Even in early spring in Shenzhen, the weather was still slightly chilly, but the two engaged in their battle on the bed were drenched in sweat. His wife patted First Love's back and said, "You've sweated so much, take a break. Oh dear! Feel under my butt, this whole sheet and mattress is soaked. Luckily, my sister isn't staying here anymore, otherwise I wouldn't know how to explain it." First Love grinned and said, "Why don't you just say you wet the bed?" His wife slapped him again, "Get lost! You're the one who wets the bed!"

Since First Love had already ejaculated once, they continued for a long time, depending on the time; his wife estimated it to be around forty minutes. First love ejaculated deep into his wife's cunt again, and the two shared another passionate kiss, lingering tenderly for a long time before his penis finally slid out of her tender vagina. He touched her vulva, held it up to her face, and said, "Look, it's all foamy." His wife said, "Isn't this all your doing?!" First love replied matter-of-factly, "Of course, no one else can do it to him!" His wife was speechless, and could only say, "Anyway, I've already given myself to you, say whatever you want!" His wife

got up, grabbed a towel, and went to the public bathroom. A moment later, she returned to the room and said to her first love, "There's hot water, I'm going to shower first!" Only then did her first love react, saying, "Aren't you supposed to wrap the towel around yourself?" His wife took the towel off and said, "Look how I'm going to wrap it! How much stuff did you put in there?" "I just stood up and it was already running down my thighs," she said, wiping her glistening hands on her groin to show her first love. My first love said, "Honey, look, the sheets are wet too. Why don't we take a break and do it again, then shower together afterwards?" My wife replied, "Again, my foot! You took too long. I feel the pain down there again."

My wife went to the communal bathroom to shower and then urged my first love to hurry back to the dorm, as it wasn't closed yet. He kissed her passionately for a while before reluctantly leaving. My wife changed the sheets and removed the mattress herself, covering herself with the blanket, half-covering herself. The pain of more than a month of longing was finally relieved. Having tasted the forbidden fruit, she transformed from a girl into a woman. She slept more soundly than ever before, her heart filled with sweetness. The next morning, just as dawn broke, my wife got up refreshed, washed the sheets, and dried the mattress. Then, she went to work, feeling quite pleased with herself.

After that, my wife and her first love's relationship seemed to reach a new level, becoming inseparable. My wife said that her first love would come to the rented apartment almost every day to have sex with her twice before he would leave. My wife herself, having tasted the sweetness, even looked forward to her first love coming to the rented apartment every day. Her first love also made sure my wife took her pills every day. Trusting her first love, my wife didn't even check what he was giving her. It was probably two or three days later that she saw the instructions and found out it was a "long-acting contraceptive." Her first love actually got a laptop with lots of pornographic videos, Asian and European, with all sorts of strange and wonderful content. The two of them spent every day in front of the computer, diligently studying and practicing, combining theory with practice. A young girl who had just turned 19 in the prime of her life had completely transformed into a slut.

However, nothing stays hidden forever. It was actually my wife's aunt who first discovered the unusual affair between my wife and her first love...

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