My Years on the Road to Cuckoldry (Part 4)

Deep in autumn, by the stream, amidst the shade of countless green willows, I forgot the way I came.
These past two days, my wife and I went on business to another place, taking a side trip along the way. A long journey, yet surprisingly, nothing weighed on my mind. The ginkgo avenue I longed for was still ablaze with fallen leaves, but my state of mind had changed; seeing flowers and objects, the scenery unfolded naturally. After a long day of walking, we returned to the hotel and showered together. I lathered my wife with shower gel, rubbing my body against hers. My penis slid up and down against her buttocks. The advantage of an old married couple is knowing each other's needs and desires. My wife had me hold onto the wall, arching my back in a horse-like position. She grabbed some shower gel, reaching between my legs to the front, then spreading it from front to back, from my penis to my anus. Her small hands would rub and stroke my penis, then slide down to my testicles, using the slippery texture to make circles with her palms, finally, until her fingers began to repeatedly glide over my anus. This is my favorite way to play; any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental.
For those who haven't tried it, you should. When a woman's hand reaches around the penis from behind, it touches the area around the genitals where sensitive nerves are concentrated. It's much more pleasurable than regular masturbation. Add the lubrication of bath gel, and the sensation of touching from under the testicles to the anus will absolutely send shivers of pleasure through you. I've enjoyed this for years. Men shouldn't feel ashamed of their anal sensitivity. I once met a high-class prostitute at a Japanese-owned hotel. High-class meant beautiful, attentive service, and expensive. She was a soft-spoken woman from Sichuan. Of course, her tongue was also incredibly soft; licking the anus was like heaven. She told me that Japanese guests often brought their own sex toys, all for anal stimulation. She would be asked to use these toys to perform the service.
My wife's little tongue hasn't licked my anus in a long time. In the first few years of our marriage, I would repeatedly wash my anus after every shower to prevent any odor when my wife licked it. Later, Shan Shan (whom I described in detail in my previous posts) didn't seem to care much about my anal hygiene or smell. Several times after she licked it, I could smell the pungent odor on her lips, which actually made it more stimulating. But
I digress. Back in bed with my wife, my penis was erect in her mouth. I rolled over to fuck her, but she said there was too much saliva on my penis, which was unhygienic, and suggested I masturbate instead. Reluctantly, I rinsed off and returned to her opening, already half-soft. Fortunately, rubbing against her already wet vaginal opening quickly restored its hardness. I slowly entered, still a bit tight.
I joked, "Honey, you were with your ex-boyfriend for three years, he definitely didn't fuck you properly. My pussy was very tight when we first got together."
"Is it loose now?" my wife asked seriously.
"Not really, just right. Honey, tell me the truth, has anyone tried to seduce you?" I wanted a stimulating answer.
"You're crazy, do you think everyone likes your wife?" My wife pinched my butt.
"Still not admitting it? You've forgotten that guy surnamed Zheng from the hospital, the one who texted you." Even after so many years, I still remember. He was the office director of a top-tier hospital, and my wife had business dealings with him. He even helped out when a family member of hers was hospitalized. At the time, my wife and I were just starting to date, and I happened to see his text message. It read, "Baby, I miss you." Based on my wife's explanation, I believed it was a middle-aged man sexually harassing a young girl. But thinking about it more carefully later, it might not be that simple.
"Do you think he wanted to fuck you then?" As I asked, I pulled my penis out of her vagina and then thrust it in again. My wife let out a muffled groan. I said, "This is a hotel, scream freely."
"Maybe, you just mentioned it." My wife lifted her legs, wanting me to penetrate her deeper.
A woman with even a little bit of beauty will never lack admirers; being seduced is inevitable—that's my experience. I've also seduced other people's daughters, girlfriends, and wives. Once an ambiguous relationship is established, even the most innocent and proud woman has the opportunity to approach and caress her. Therefore, my wife, in her journey from childhood to adulthood, must have encountered various advances. Perhaps some man I know, unaware of my past, has kissed her lips, or whose fingers have wickedly slipped into her crotch, caressing the fine hairs on her genitals, or pinching her moist, pink labia. Despite having been a cuckold for years, my wife still cannot be completely honest, just as I cannot tell her that I once had a one-night stand with an online friend on the seventh day after my mother-in-law's death, or that I once used her scarf as a seat in the back of the car to have sex with a long-lost female classmate.
Everyone needs secrets; there is no such thing as a moral or ethical boundary. You and I are both mortals destined to never attain enlightenment, not seeking hearts as pure as crystal, but only wishing to be lost in the clouds, carefree and unburdened, forgetting the world around us.
During our few days of travel, my wife and I were sexually aroused. Away from familiar surroundings and people, on a strange, soft bed where countless men and women have sweated and toiled, they recklessly teased and stimulated each other's most sensitive nerves. The scattered stains of semen and bodily fluids on the white sheets announced the previous night's frenzy to the cleaning staff who would come to clean the room the next day. The cleaning staff, who looked to be in her early forties, had her hair neatly styled. Perhaps the scent left by another customer fueled her prime-age sexual desire? Maybe in her youth, she too had a story to tell. Middle age is difficult; her husband, perhaps, has long been bent over by life, his kidneys worn down. Can he still fulfill the promises he made to her when he was young and vigorous, bombarding her body with passion? Youth—my wife and I are experiencing it, and we are losing it.
"Mom, I've fallen in love with a girl, but she's moaning in someone else's bed..." Yao Shisan's lyrics tell the stories of countless men and women. Who is who, the unrequited love that lingers day and night, who sleeps with whom, numb to the point of wanting to vomit and change. A connection based solely on sexual organs is destined to be temporary, hence the existence of the marital relationship, which is bound by kinship in addition to sex. Cuckoldry, on the other hand, allows a weary sexual relationship to sprout new life. Actually, I haven't gone very far down this path; my "level" is far from reaching the point where my wife would be someone else's slave or even bear his children. Everything has its limits; proceed with caution and cherish what you have.

These past few days, Old A contacted me, and I'll write about him in the next post, making it five posts in total, after which this series will end. The previous two series totaled twenty to thirty thousand words, all typed on my phone. My wife is unaware of what I've written. After years of lurking, sharing this with everyone is something I'm willing to do. Perhaps one day, I'll tire of it and stop writing, continuing to read everyone's imaginative ideas.

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