My Years on the Road to Cuckoldry (Part 3)

Having worked for many years, I've gained a deeper understanding of human nature and temptation. I've also been exposed to some romantic affairs and illicit relationships. No man or woman is immune to infidelity; the key is whether the temptation is strong enough. After ten years of marriage, I'm unsure if my wife has ever cheated. Some clues remain unsolved, but that's no longer important, especially after having children. Sometimes I think if my wife wants someone else, she can have them. In recent years, she hasn't been as strict with me. In this more relaxed environment, there have been occasional flirtations, massages, and casual encounters, but no further extramarital affairs.
Speaking of clues, I think there's a high possibility there's a story behind them, but we couldn't delve into it back then. Let me start with the oldest one. It was a small dinner with colleagues from work. When the drinks were flowing freely, several people got quite drunk, and the host didn't want to leave. A few of the less drunk people went to the hotel's first-floor lounge area to chat. One of them was the former director of an important department in the company, who had been transferred to another position. My wife mentioned to me that she had a good relationship with him, and when I first started working, he even wanted to introduce me to him. I was walking downstairs when I saw my wife and him sitting face-to-face, chatting, near the stairwell. Neither of them seemed to notice me. I saw the director cup his hands around his mouth, trying to smother my wife with a kiss, which I happened to see. My wife's reaction was one of shyness. They noticed me immediately, but didn't seem too embarrassed, probably thinking I hadn't seen it.
At that time, I already had thoughts of having an affair with my wife, so I didn't pay much attention to it. Later, when I asked my wife about it, she denied the kiss, insisting I had seen wrong. That director was extremely sleazy-looking, but who knows if my wife had previously had something more than just a flirtatious relationship with him because of his power?
Another time, it was after my wife changed jobs, and there was something between her and her boss. This so-called boss was actually her mentor, who was under fifty at the time, and my wife was his assistant. One day, my wife told me she was having dinner with a client that evening, accompanied by her boss. That day, a sudden thought struck me: after my night shift, where was my wife? She said she was having dinner at a hotel, but it sounded very quiet on her end of the phone, unlike a group of people at a dinner table. After hanging up, I drove ten minutes to the hotel she mentioned. I recognized her boss's car; there wasn't one in the hotel parking lot. I called my wife again, thinking that if she still said she was having dinner at a hotel, then something was definitely wrong. She said she was almost home and her boss had driven her back. The distance from the hotel to my house is over ten kilometers; the time from when I first called her to when she got home didn't add up at all.
In the past few years, my wife often went on work trips with her boss. While it wasn't exactly business trips, they often rode in the same car. If I were her boss, with such a young and beautiful woman by my side every day, I would definitely have made a move. At least touching and kissing would be possible. I even suspect that my wife had already been slept with by her boss. Once, my wife and I went back to her hometown. After socializing with relatives and friends, we lay in bed late at night. Feeling aroused, my wife rubbed my penis until it was rock hard. I said I wanted to talk about something exciting, and she asked what. I said, "Let's talk about your boss." My wife said, "What's there to talk about?" I directly asked, "Has your boss ever slept with you?
" "Are you crazy?" my wife laughed and scolded.
"Then guess, does he want to sleep with you? You two often drive out on business. Doesn't he ever want to?" My question went a step further.
"How would I know? You men are all full of these things." My wife flicked my glans hard.
"Do you want your boss to sleep with you? He exercises often, his penis is definitely better than mine." As I spoke, I inserted my middle finger into my wife's vagina, bending it slightly. My fingertip touched a bumpy, soft flesh—that was a woman's G-spot. My wife began to moan.
Under my guidance and stimulation, her eyes became hazy: "I want him to fuck me, to lick his cock in the car, old man, is his cock old too?"
"About the same as your dad's, like your dad fucking you." My tone was wicked.
"Okay, let him and my dad fuck me together, okay, honey. One fucks my mouth, one fucks my pussy, and after they both cum inside me, you can continue, honey." Under the intense thrusting of my fingers, my wife was already in a state of confusion. I spread her legs, held my cock, and thrust deeply inside.
Cuckoldry brought us both an incredibly stimulating feeling. It also made this fantasy increasingly limitless. Sometimes after ejaculating, I would feel a deep sense of weariness and guilt, feeling that I shouldn't always rely on this to complete my marital life. But after a few days, I would repeat the same mistakes. In recent years, my mindset has changed a lot. I feel that this is something that husband and wife do behind closed doors. No matter how bizarre it is, it doesn't affect others, let alone harm society. As long as my wife is willing, it's just a snack in life. I carry it with me, taking it out to eat whenever I feel like it, and switching to another kind when I'm tired of it.
A few years ago, I first saw the term "cuckold" on Weibo and joined a few "cuckold" groups, but analyzing myself, I don't really belong to the "cuckold" category; I'm probably somewhere between a "cuckold" and a cuckold. I often fantasize about a threesome, which could be male-female-male, male-female, or male-male, all in one bed. Anything imaginable can be done. I could even give a man a hard erection, then let him have sex with my wife, and finally accept him ejaculating in my mouth. Friends who have had such thoughts understand that this is definitely not about becoming gay, and the desire only arises with the participation of a wife.
Perhaps I'll never take that actual step, forever remaining at the stage of intimate whispers between my wife and me. Perhaps one day, at the right time, I'll meet someone suitable, and it will happen.
Regardless, I believe there are many people in this world who think like me. They live in every corner of society. Some live in luxury villas, have already seen countless women, and would have girls throwing themselves at them if they opened their arms, yet they still seek this alternative thrill. Others are suffocating under the weight of life, watching their boss's face, paying off their mortgages, and dreaming. At midnight, looking at their sleeping wives, they wonder if their bosses had forced them into bed during the day, and then a surge of excitement rises in their hearts.
Life is life, however you live it.

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