Persuade his wife to be raped

I've been married to my wife for five years now. She's a very sensible and conservative woman. I pursued her for many years, but from establishing a relationship to getting married, it didn't even last a year. She didn't love me then, but her parents and friends thought I was a good man, so they persuaded her, and she finally agreed. However, in that less than a year, I didn't give her much romance or emotional connection. We got married just like that, and now we have a little princess who's almost four years old. We have a very good relationship; I love her, and she loves me. Although we are very happy, things inevitably become mundane. Time has diluted our love, turning it into familial affection, lacking the thrill of our initial romance and the excitement of courtship. I have a strong sex drive, and no matter how busy I am with work, I want to be with her every night. But as everyone knows, for women, work fatigue and familiarity with their husbands can lead to a certain degree of sexual apathy; for men, not every time is enough foreplay, and what started as passionate intimacy eventually becomes almost a simple release. This leads to physical fatigue and boredom in our marriage.
I've read some novels about cuckoldry before, and I've always felt a mix of fear and longing. I believe most men have had this thought: on one hand, hoping she'd cheat on me with my knowledge, and on the other hand, feeling the sting of being cuckolded. My wife is a conservative type, and I'm confident I can satisfy her during sex, both in terms of size and stamina. We've often talked about other men having sex, just to spice things up. But she wouldn't budge, until August 8th—yes, August 8th—when, with my encouragement, she went to a hotel with another man and slept with him!
Last month, I discovered she was chatting with another man, who she said was her first love. I won't go into how I found out, but the man isn't married, and I don't know him. I'm probably the homebody type, and I feel emotionally guilty towards her, so I thought that if I could give her this ex-boyfriend a taste of romance, a sexual experience with someone other than me, it would be nice, of course, if she agreed. She might like that man too, but it's impossible for my wife to leave me and marry him. I wondered if my wife would agree to sleep with him. After about ten days of subtle verbal provocation, she thought I was jealous and told me there was nothing between them, just chatting. Then one day she said she wanted to visit her best friend (in a different city). I immediately suspected she was going to see him, but only briefly. I knew she wouldn't secretly go to a hotel with him behind my back. She really was just as I said, only wanting to meet him. I didn't confront her and agreed to let her go. That day, I made a huge decision to persuade her to sleep with him.
On the 7th at noon, she arrived in that city and met her friend as planned. She even video-chatted with me, letting me see her friend, afraid I would suspect her. But did I need to suspect her? I'm not stupid. Around 8 pm, I video-chatted with her, but she didn't answer. I knew they were together. Five minutes later, she video-chatted with me again. I saw her with her friend. I asked her who she was with. She was very nervous and told me and her best friend. I said, "You don't need to lie to me. You met him, didn't you?" She was so nervous she didn't know what to say, but finally told me the truth: they just met and had a meal. I pretended to be angry and said, "Why didn't you tell me you met? Were you afraid I wouldn't let you go? Or did you just want to go to a hotel with him and were afraid I'd find out?" My wife said, "No, I was afraid you'd be jealous. I knew you'd agree to us meeting, but I was afraid you'd overthink it." I said, "If you don't tell me, and I find out, won't I overthink it even more?" We talked on the phone for over two hours.
That night, I kept encouraging her to go to a hotel with him. I told my wife I already knew the purpose of her trip, there was no need to hide it from me, and I also hoped they would meet, even go to a hotel. My wife asked me why I would agree to her going to a hotel with another man. I told her, "Since we started dating and got married, I haven't given you a real love experience, and that's what I owe you. On the other hand, I also hope you can experience sex with someone other than me." In the end, she didn't agree, only saying she'd think about it. The next morning, we both woke up early and talked a lot. I continued to encourage her to go to a hotel with him for sex. At 10 a.m., she told me she had made up her mind and would go!
Seeing those four words, I was stunned… I was completely bewildered, the world was spinning, and a feeling of anxiety immediately arose. She told me she was going to hang out with her best friend later, then have dinner with him that evening, and then go to a hotel. I felt like I had severe anxiety disorder, but I had to pretend to be nonchalant and give her some advice on WeChat, telling her what to do that evening, and that since she had chosen to go, she should be open and not be timid or afraid of anything. It felt like I was the one going to a hotel with someone else, haha. Actually, my wife is quite pretty, but she's really not very good in bed. Even when she orgasms, she doesn't moan. I told her some things men don't like during sex, things I had never told her before.
So, I waited anxiously until 10 PM when my wife called to say they had finished eating and had some drinks. She told me not to call, and I told her to let me know when she was done, because I needed to know when she was with someone else. After hanging up, I was incredibly anxious and experiencing waves of pleasure. I was rock hard and masturbated. Afterward, I just stared blankly at the phone until 12:30 AM when she finally sent a message saying she was done, too sleepy, going to sleep, and we'd talk about it tomorrow. You can imagine how I felt at that moment. I felt pleasure, humiliation, and worry about how she was feeling, whether she had enjoyed it, whether he had satisfied her, whether she was heartbroken, rejected, or regretful. All sorts of thoughts flooded my mind. I don't know what words to use to describe the feeling, but there was definitely pleasure. I masturbated again to calm down, my mind filled with fantasies of her being fucked. I finally drifted off to sleep at 2:30 AM.
I woke up before 6 a.m. the next morning and texted my wife to ask how she felt. She said he wasn't as good as me. I pressed her for details, and she said not to ask, it was embarrassing, and she'd tell me when she got home. I thought to myself, "I'll have to get up and do it to you when that guy wakes up." Sure enough, an hour later, she told me they did it again. I said, "Of course we did it. We did it twice last night, so once this morning is the minimum." Then there was no more news. After more than an hour, my wife said he'd taken her to a friend's house. I asked her how it felt. After all, it was my wife's first time sleeping with another man, and I was less worried if she felt good. My wife told me it was very exciting, a very unfamiliar feeling. He was very gentle, and the foreplay was very thorough, but he was really too small. He could arouse her, but he couldn't satisfy her. Her exact words were, "I was aroused, but he couldn't satisfy me. When we get home, I want you to do it to me, the harder the better." I couldn't resist and masturbated again. Later, at work, sitting in my office, my mind kept replaying images of my wife being kissed, her breasts being touched, being fucked from behind while her big ass was being held, and being fucked in various positions by a stranger. Even sitting in the office, I was hard. I was hard all morning. She said she wouldn't be home until the afternoon, so I went out for drinks, went home, took a shower, and waited for my wife. It was 2:40 PM. I called to ask where she was, and she said she was still 40 minutes away.
Then I texted her saying I was going to sleep for a while and get some rest before fucking her to death. I drifted in and out of sleep until 3:30 PM. My wife, whom I had been eagerly awaiting, finally came home. I turned on the air conditioner and closed the bedroom door. I knew she was coming back, so I held back. I heard her go into the bathroom to shower. I waited two minutes, and just as I was about to leave, she came in, wearing a very sexy nightgown. The moment I pulled back the covers, naked, she pounced on me, and I pounced on her too. Yes, I pounced! Only this word can express our state at that time. We kissed passionately, a feeling we had never experienced in the past 5 years. It was the first time I knew what longing felt like. From the moment she went out to book a hotel, I missed her, missed her so much, I couldn't wait to see her and have sex with her.
There was no need for foreplay at all. She was incredibly wet down there, the kind of wetness that's practically dripping down her thighs. I kept saying, "I love you, I love you, I love you..." She said, "Hurry up and fuck me, fuck me!" But I didn't rush in. I wanted to tease her properly. I asked her how it was last night at the hotel? How did he fuck you? My wife said he was very gentle and did a good job. I kept pressing for details. She said, "Honey, fuck me, I can't take it anymore, fuck me and I'll tell you." I said, "No, I want you to recount the details of how he fucked you last night." She said he kissed her all over, circling her areolas with his tongue and fingers, and especially loved her beautiful feet. He stroked her overflowing genitals while licking her clitoris, and even smeared her fingers with her own juices for her to lick. Hearing this, I couldn't wait any longer. I made my wife give me oral sex. While enjoying myself, I caressed her genitals and asked her if she enjoyed it last night. My wife spat out my penis and said it felt great and stimulating, but it was too small, not as big as mine. It aroused her desire but couldn't satisfy her. His fingers and tongue felt better than my penis; it was too small. I asked my wife if she wanted to use my big penis on her. Without a word, she pushed me down and mounted me. She never knew how to use the woman-on-top position before, and she couldn't move, but this time, driven by desire, she actually moved! This was something I'd never experienced before. She told me to fuck her, to be rough, etc.—she used all the vulgar language the heroines in erotic novels use, things she'd never said before. She'd never uttered a sound before, no matter what. I thought, "It's not that she can't say it; she's learned everything after being fucked by another man." When we changed positions, I asked her to bite me, and she didn't hesitate, taking it straight into her mouth. This was something I'd never dared to imagine before, because she thought it was dirty. To be honest, my wife's technique wasn't great; it felt like my glans was in a circle. She'd only use her lips to cover the shaft, occasionally licking it with her tongue. I moved it around in her mouth a few times, then pulled out and went back in. I fucked her for about an hour (don't doubt it, I'd masturbated 5 or 6 times the day before, even that morning, so I wasn't as sensitive). Her legs couldn't take it anymore; they were hurting from being spread apart. I hadn't ejaculated yet. Let's rest for a bit. To be honest, I'm exhausted too. I'm always very aggressive, without any of those "nine shallow, one deep" techniques. Every time I pull out most of the way before thrusting back in. She couldn't take it anymore. She said she felt like she needed to pee a few times, but she held it in because she didn't want to get the bed dirty and have to wash it. I was also incredibly tired, sweating profusely, soaking her completely. I pulled out and staggered to the living room for a cigarette. When I came back, she was asleep, so I didn't disturb her. Besides the long journey, she had already been with me four times that night. Before, I always stopped when she said she was tired, but this was never like this.
I didn't disturb her and let her sleep for an hour. When I went back to bed, she woke up and said she was too tired. I said, "You didn't rest well last night, and you were with two men so many times. It's no wonder you're tired." She said his was too small and not aggressive enough. Besides being very gentle, she only felt a thrill when with men other than me. I said I'd be gentle with her from now on, but she said she still preferred aggressive sex; being too gentle didn't satisfy her. As we chatted, she got wet again. She really loved that stimulating feeling; even just thinking about it made her aroused. She was soaking wet down there. After I made her lick me until I was hard, I thrust into her while swearing. I said, "I'll fuck you with him, let him gently lick you while I fuck you hard from behind. Do you like it?" My wife said she did, calling herself a slut, a whore, a bitch. As I fucked her, watching her swear without a shred of shame in front of me, I truly felt I had done the right thing. Who wouldn't want their wife to be virtuous in public and wanton in bed? I really loved this feeling. I said I'd let him fuck you again in the future, and she said, "Really?" I think she really enjoyed it. Her husband agreeing to let her go out and be fucked by another man she liked—what a comfortable and exciting feeling! How much I loved her!
Afterwards, we were both exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms. I woke up very early in the morning because I couldn't sleep. The feeling of humiliation mixed with pleasure made me hard again. I touched her nipples, and she woke up. I said, "Yesterday morning, my vagina was still filled with someone else's penis, and last night I was penetrated by another penis. It must have felt amazing, right?" She was a little embarrassed, and the frenzy from last night had subsided. I asked her seriously if she wanted him to fuck her again. She said yes, and I knew she loved the feeling. She said she wanted to be fucked by someone else. I said we couldn't always be fucked by the same person. It wouldn't be good for our relationship in the long run, and the thrill would wear off if it happened too often. We could look online for gay men or single men that you find attractive. You could contact him beforehand, and even go to a hotel with him, but you can't let him interfere with our lives. Then she got wet again, and naturally, we did it again. In the following days, we did it whenever we were well-rested, even when her genitals were swollen.
I feel like I can accept my wife being with other men now. I even think it's a way to spice things up in our relationship. Of course, it can't happen too often, but I believe it will happen again. My wife will be with other men again because I like that feeling, and my wife likes it too. But it has to be someone she likes!
I suggested posting these online, but my wife initially disagreed. I eventually persuaded her to let me see them first. I searched for a long time before finding 69 Paradise. I've always wanted to post some of my wife's lewd photos, but she wouldn't agree. I posted a casual photo before, but she deleted it. Haha, I really want to show off my wife's sexy figure! Darling, please say yes!
I posted this once before; this is edited and reposted. It's absolutely real. We don't have any plans to release it yet. We'll see later. Keep following us!

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