My Wife's Cheating Diary 3 (The Formation of the Cuckold Mentality)

After being cheated on twice by my wife, after venting all my emotions of sadness, anger, and despair, and after accepting reality, a subtle change gradually occurred within me. Before and during sex, I would involuntarily imagine other men having sex with my wife. The state of mind at these times was very mysterious, mostly exciting, but after the passion subsided, I felt a sense of emptiness. However, each time desire arose, I couldn't help but think of those scenes again, creating a cycle. Gradually, mere imagination could no longer satisfy my desires. So, whenever I touched my wife before sex, I would ask her to recount her experiences sleeping with other men. (Some netizens commented that my wife was promiscuous and restless, but even now I still believe she is a very traditional person. Both times she cheated were simply due to specific circumstances, specific times, and her own physiological needs.) But my wife said she couldn't talk about it. When I asked her how they did it, she would just say it was like this. There was no way to expect her to recount the process like in a novel, so I had to guide her and ask questions. I asked her how she and her former supervisor started their relationship in Guangdong. The scene was recreated through a question-and-answer session, like squeezing toothpaste, and even in the process, I was incredibly excited.

Anyone who's worked in a factory in Guangdong knows the habit of going out for late-night snacks in groups of three or five after overtime. One day after work, on the way out of the factory gate, my supervisor offered to treat me to a late-night snack. Since late-night snacks are usually just something like fried noodles, and it's common for people to treat each other, my wife didn't refuse. While we were eating, my supervisor opened two bottles of beer, and in the relaxed and cheerful atmosphere, he persuaded my wife, who doesn't drink at all, to have a few. After dinner, my supervisor suggested we go out for a while before going back. Perhaps because he'd accepted my kindness, I somehow ended up being taken to a temporary rental room, similar to a short-term rental hotel. I asked, "What did you do after we went in?" My wife said, "Nothing much, just sat and watched TV." I asked, "So how did it start?" My wife said, "How do you want me to explain how it started? We just did it like that, you know that, right?" I was incredibly frustrated. To understand the details and visualize the scene, I patiently continued, "After you two went in, who touched whom first?" My wife said, "He touched me first." I asked, "How?" She answered, "He touched me with his hands." I asked, "Where did he touch you?" She answered, "My breasts." I asked, "Did he touch you from the front or from behind?" She answered, "From behind." As I asked this, an image immediately flashed into my mind: a man in a small hotel room, hugging my wife from behind, his hands grabbing and kneading her breasts. My blood boiled. Excitedly, I continued, "So you just let him touch you like that?" She said, "No, I couldn't pry his hands off, and he was holding me so I couldn't walk." I asked her, "Were you scared?" She said, "No." I asked, "Why weren't you scared?" My wife retorted, "Why should I be scared?" I was speechless. I said jokingly, "When you're about to be raped, shouldn't you be scared, resist, and scream?" At this point, my wife relaxed and told me, "It's not like I've never been with other men before, what's there to be afraid of?" I asked, "Do you want to do it yourself?" She shyly told me, "Yes." Because our conversation was entirely question-and-answer, I'm too lazy to type it out. Then, her supervisor was rubbing her breasts and kissing her neck. My wife's nipples hardened, and she was wet and panting. Her supervisor was probably an experienced one. Seeing that the time was right, he started to take off my wife's pants. Although my wife was wearing jeans, which made it difficult to take them off, because she also wanted it, she pretended to struggle and cooperated, and her underwear was pulled down to her calves. Then he made my wife turn around, put her hands on the bed, and stick her butt out. Her supervisor loosened his belt, took off his pants, put his hands around my wife's waist, and started to have sex with her from behind, rubbing her breasts as he did so... I asked my wife, "Is it comfortable?" My wife said, "Yes." I said, "Does it feel better when he does it or when I do it?" She replied, "Both are comfortable." I said, "If you really want to compare, who makes you feel better?" My wife hugged me tightly and said, "Honey, it feels good." At that moment, I would close my eyes, imagining

my wife dominating her, while I thrust wildly. [This part is all me asking her questions while we were having sex, and it's all in a question-and-answer format, like squeezing toothpaste, so there's not much description of my wife's inner feelings or physical sensations. Because I'm narrating, not writing erotica. Please don't criticize if you don't like it.] (To be continued)

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