My Years on the Road to Cuckoldry (Part Two)

What I'm writing isn't exactly erotica, nor is it particularly stimulating; I just want to recount some old memories from the depths of my mind. I'm truly sorry. I'll divide this into several chapters; I'll write about Old A later, and this chapter is about my wife and her ex-boyfriend.

My wife, Xiaowen, and I met when we were in our mid-twenties, as colleagues at the same company. A spirited young man, with red lips and blue eyes, we spent a long time together and became mutually attracted. A lively and spirited air—that was my initial impression of Xiaowen. It wasn't love at first sight
, and neither of us pursued the other; she had a boyfriend at the time. Before New Year's Day, the company had a dinner party, and everyone drank quite a bit. Afterwards, Xiaowen and I went to a bar to continue drinking and chatting. A chubby singer with decent singing skills was performing Wong Ka Kui's "Lover." (The lyrics are a poem, not directly related to the story.) Xiaowen was quite pretty, but I hadn't fallen for her yet. A deep emotional connection didn't develop until many years after our marriage. That night, after a few drinks, I followed Xiaowen to her rented apartment. She wasn't a local. We chatted for a while, and then Xiaowen said, "You should go. I'm not stupid; I've been to a woman's room in the middle of the night, and I'm not going to leave easily." Xiaowen didn't insist. We lay side-by-side on the bed, and I forget what we said, but we were having a great time talking. I kissed her naturally, showcasing my French kissing skills. Xiaowen's slight resistance quickly turned into a strong reaction. My lower body was already rock hard, and I pulled her hand down to my groin, but Xiaowen refused to touch me. For the next few days, I went to Xiaowen's place almost every day. By then, she and her boyfriend had been together for over three years, long past the honeymoon phase, and they usually only spent time together on weekends. I had met Xiaowen's boyfriend once; he was tall and burly. They were college classmates, and he had broken Xiaowen's hymen during college. I entered Xiaowen's body for the first time a little over a week later, right there on her small bed. Our bodies were young and sensitive. Xiaowen's electrifying fingers touched my erect penis, and my right hand moved from her small breasts to her wet genitals. Xiaowen's genitals were exceptionally clean, the cleanest I'd ever had with a woman. Her labia were pink and translucent, so when she said that although she'd been with her boyfriend for three years, the number of times she'd had sex wasn't exaggerated, I believed her. Xiaowen's vagina was tight and warm, giving me a long-lost sense of belonging. Her experience was clearly superior to mine; her straddling me was skillful and rhythmic. I tried to reconcile the elfin Xiaowen I knew in the office with her current wanton appearance, her hair flying wildly. Xiaowen quickened her pace, grabbing my hands and placing them on her soft breasts. Her buttocks slapped rhythmically between my legs, making a loud slapping sound. My penis wasn't long but it was thick, and Xiaowen controlled it perfectly, preventing it from slipping out of her vagina no matter how she moved. In the woman-on-top position, I ejaculated profusely. After a short rest, Xiaowen said she needed to go to the restroom to empty her bladder. Back then, we were young and naive, not using condoms or taking birth control pills, relying entirely on luck. Xiaowen and I began a secret relationship, or rather, an affair. In our early twenties, we had plenty of energy and stamina, and we were quite comfortable with each other. Xiaowen told me she liked me, but she also liked her boyfriend. After a few passionate encounters at first, her guilt began to rise. Xiaowen's boyfriend lived locally, and every weekend she would stay at his place. Every Friday, she would send a text message saying, "No contact for the next two days." One Monday, I went to her place. After not seeing each other for two days, things quickly escalated. I asked her if she had slept with her boyfriend, and she honestly answered that she had, and that she had initiated it. I said, "If he didn't want to, why did you initiate it?" Xiaowen said she wanted to make it up to her boyfriend, so she could feel better. My role became awkward. Back then, there weren't popular terms like "sex partner" or "friends with benefits." If Xiaowen and I were just friends with benefits, then I was also attracted to her. If we weren't, we almost never showed ourselves in public together, except when we were having sex in the house. Even when we occasionally walked together on the street at night, she wouldn't let me hold her hand. Sometimes, while I was having sex with Xiaowen, her boyfriend would call. While she was on the phone, I would thrust harder inside her, as if it were a way to get revenge on her boyfriend who didn't even know I existed. I didn't like using condoms and would ejaculate inside Xiaowen without restraint, but she absolutely forbade me to ejaculate in her mouth. Sometimes I would ask her who felt better with her, me or her boyfriend, and she would answer without hesitation: "You." Looking back now, all of this laid the foundation for my cuckoldry mentality later on. Our secret affair lasted for about six months before her boyfriend found out. It started when he saw a lovey-dovey text message I sent to Xiaowen. This became the fuse that led to their breakup, but the seeds of conflict had already been sown long before. Later I learned that Xiaowen's boyfriend had long wanted to break up, but hadn't found the right opportunity to say it. In effect, I had helped this guy who had slept with my future wife for over three years. Maybe he had another woman, or maybe he was tired of Xiaowen's body. Actually, even the most beautiful woman becomes just another face in the crowd after a few times. That's why there are so many cuckolds and even people with a cuckold fetish; of course, I was already a member of this clandestine group. Xiaowen and I became an open couple, and we got married a year later. It's impossible to say I wasn't bothered by her premarital sexual history, but I never expressed it. Life after marriage was routine, everything as usual. The topic of cuckoldry really surfaced in the second year of our marriage. I forget how it started, but I remember that during sex, she joked that my penis was short and thick, and I said whose was longer, how many had you seen? This topic hit a nerve, and I went on to ask my wife what her ex-boyfriend's penis was like. My wife told me it was longer than mine, and the glans was bigger, but not as thick. This vivid description suddenly gave me a strange kind of pleasure. Thinking of that large-headed penis, which had once entered and exited my wife's tender little vagina, even her mouth, and perhaps many other things I didn't know, it was both disgusting and stimulating. This time, the pleasure increased to another level, but the disgust quickly overwhelmed the stimulation—anyone who has experienced cuckoldry understands. I resolved never to bring it up again, but a day later, during sex again, my resolve was crushed. I asked my wife to describe in more detail how her ex-boyfriend had sex with her. Actually, there wasn't anything particularly special. But for the protagonist's husband, every detail was enough to arouse his nerves. My wife told me that her ex-boyfriend had a second-level swimming certificate, was very physically fit, liked to be on top of her during sex, and was much faster than me. In college, they often went to the rooftop to have sex. Her boyfriend would sit on the steps, she would take out his penis, rub it until it was hard, then straddle him, and finally, her boyfriend would ejaculate on the ground—a large amount of semen. I asked my wife if she gave him oral sex. My wife said she had done it once or twice, but her boyfriend didn't like it. I don't really believe any man dislikes oral sex; maybe my wife is afraid of disgusting me. Actually, from the very beginning of our relationship, her oral sex skills were incredibly proficient. Details of her sex life with her ex-boyfriend became essential topics of conversation every time I had sex with her. I would have my wife call out her ex-boyfriend's name during orgasm, "xxx, fuck me now!" I often ejaculated excitedly in such fantasies. I asked my wife if she wanted me to have sex with her along with her ex-boyfriend, and she said no, she wanted someone more handsome to have sex with her.

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