Cuckold's Memoirs

This is a record of some unusual things I've done with friends over the past two years. For example, once we went to a villa at a country resort. My wife stood naked on the balcony just a few meters from the road, and a friend and I took turns—it was kind of like outdoor sex. It was almost National Day, and the temperature wasn't high. My wife even caught a cold and took a few days to recover. It wasn't that fun, really. Another time, a friend and I went to a themed hotel. There was an octopus chair in the room. We put my wife on it, tied her up, and teased her relentlessly. Then we blindfolded her and made her guess which penis was ours by sucking it in her mouth. She only got to have it if she guessed correctly. This time, we even arranged for someone to wait outside the door beforehand, planning to surprise my wife, but she found out and refused, so it didn't happen. During that time, I communicated with many netizens online, and met a few, but for various reasons, I wasn't interested in doing anything sexual. I only successfully arranged to meet with a very few friends. We probably managed to do it two or three times a year. By 2016, due to work, we didn't have much time together. Besides, it was basically the same old sex all the time, and my wife and I had lost our sex drive, so we went out less often.

Once, I saw some people online talking about aromatherapy spas for women, and since my wife was quite tired from work at the time, we booked a few for her. Overall, my wife's experience was so-so. The therapists we booked were all a bit impatient; they wanted sex as soon as they could provide her with the aromatherapy experience. My wife resolutely refused all of these. We never booked anything like that again.

One day, after shopping at the mall, my wife and I got tired and decided to get a massage to relax. When we got to the foot massage parlor, I ordered a male masseur, but my wife felt the massage wasn't strong enough, so she ordered a male masseur. While the masseur was preparing, my wife was sitting on the foot massage sofa, wearing a very short, tight-fitting skirt. As soon as she sat down, you could vaguely see a glimpse of white between her legs. Upon seeing this, my wife immediately asked the masseur for a pair of disposable shorts. At that moment, a wicked thought suddenly arose in my mind, thinking that it would be more exciting to let her show a little skin like that... I told my wife: "No shorts later." My wife pouted and sulked, but still agreed, saying: "Okay, whatever you say." During the foot bath, I kept glancing at my wife. Her posture was a bit stiff, and she kept her hands tightly pressed against her skirt to prevent any accidental exposure. But the masseuse was squatting below her, directly facing under her skirt. How could she hide what was underneath? Hehe, I was so embarrassed by what she saw that my penis was bulging in my pants. After the foot bath, she massaged her legs and back. My wife rolled over to lie face down, but unfortunately, with the movement, her already super short skirt slipped up, revealing half of her buttocks and half of her thong underneath. My wife was embarrassed and quickly said, "Get me a blanket to cover up, I'm a little cold." Damn, the blanket blocked my view. I could only enjoy the massage in peace. I was so tired from walking that I fell asleep. I only woke up when I heard them call for the bill.

When we went to pay the bill, I noticed there was a charge for cupping. I asked my wife, and she said she thought I'd get cupping done on my back so I could rest more since I was asleep. I quickly asked her, "Didn't you take off your clothes and bra for cupping?" She said that after she lifted her clothes and lay on the sofa, the male masseur only helped her loosen her bra straps to make it easier to do the cupping; he didn't actually take them off completely. I asked her, "Did the masseur touch you while he was doing it?" She whispered that the masseur's massage technique was quite good, and it felt very comfortable. After a pause, she blushed and continued, "While I was asleep, the masseur massaged my thighs, and his hands slowly slid down to the inside of my thighs, and he would occasionally rub my fingers against my private parts through my thong." She said that since I was right next to her and she hadn't prepared for this, the feeling of being taken advantage of and not daring to make a sound was incredibly arousing yet extremely embarrassing. She wished there was no one around and that I could penetrate her hard. She said she was still wet down there.

When we got home, I lifted her skirt and saw that her thong was soaked with semen and clinging tightly to her slightly parted labia. My wife said she couldn't take it anymore and if I didn't give it to her, she'd take out a vibrator and take care of herself. I deliberately put her on the bed and made her demonstrate how she was taken advantage of, explaining it clearly before I gave in to her wish, haha.

The last time my wife was unexpectedly taken advantage of, she still found it particularly exciting. A week later, I said to my wife, "Honey, let's go to that foot massage place again today. We'll each have a room, and you can choose the same male masseur as last time." My wife rolled her eyes at me and said, "I knew you wanted me to go!" I shamelessly suggested that we should prepare something this time, so we picked out clothes. I chose a dress with a semi-transparent black mesh back and buttocks, a deep V-neck in the front, and a length that just covered her buttocks. My wife usually wears hot pants underneath when we go out, otherwise it's clearly visible from her back to her buttocks. I said that when we go out, she should just wear a coat over it, and not wear underwear or shorts underneath. My wife hesitated for a moment but still agreed. I initially wanted her to go without underwear, but she insisted that without it, she'd have nothing left to cover herself and refused. So I gave in and let her wear a black see-through thong. It turned out I was absolutely right to choose that dress, haha. About half an hour after we went in, my wife sent me some photos. In the photos, she had taken off her coat and was lying on the sofa with her thighs tightly pressed together, seemingly to prevent any accidental exposure. The masseuse was massaging her feet. I texted my wife: "Was it comfortable?" She replied that she heard the masseuse breathing rapidly and swallowing repeatedly. I smiled knowingly and replied: "Enjoy it!" Although I was also getting a foot massage, my mind was entirely on my wife. I kept wondering what was happening inside. I was torn, wanting it to end quickly so I could know what actually happened, yet also hoping it would slow down, perhaps allowing my wife to have more breakthroughs.

The agonizing wait felt incredibly long. As soon as I got home, I started questioning my wife and the masseuse about what had happened inside. My wife laughed and said, "Just as you wished, you lecher!" I said, "Tell me about it in detail." She said that because her skirt was so short, it barely covered her buttocks when she stood up, and when she sat on the sofa, the skirt would ride up with the slightest movement. I said, "Then the masseuse got a good look at what was under your skirt." My wife said shyly, "No! She saw everything!" "Huh? She saw everything?" I urged her to tell me more. She said that it was because I didn't let her wear a bra, and the masseuse only stared at her underwear, which was okay, at least she had something to cover herself. But when she lay down and had her abdomen massaged, her breasts, which weren't wearing a bra, were constantly being stared at by the masseuse's burning eyes. Her nipples became increasingly swollen and erect under his gaze, forming two obvious bumps on her clothes. Then the masseuse massaged her from her abdomen upwards, and several times she thought he was going to touch her breasts directly before stopping, making my wife's heart race like a rollercoaster. After the massage, when the masseuse had her lie face down and massaged her back and thighs, her swelling subsided. I laughed and asked my wife, "So, did you want him to touch you or not?" My wife said she was so shy at the time that she didn't think much of it, but if he dared to touch my breasts directly, I definitely wouldn't agree. My wife said she squeezed her legs together very tightly this time, preventing the masseur from taking advantage of her like last time.

"No chance right now? But there will be another chance later?" I asked. My wife replied, "Yes, after a while, the masseuse asked if I wanted a butt massage." My wife thought about how her skirt had a thin, transparent black veil over the back, and a massage on her butt would be practically touching it directly. She was already embarrassed about being seen by the masseuse while lying down, her buttocks in her thong being exposed, so she refused, saying she was ticklish. The masseuse assured her it wouldn't tickle and would be very comfortable. My wife hesitated for a moment, then decided the massage was quite comfortable and didn't refuse anymore, thinking she'd just let him take advantage of her a little more. My wife said the masseuse's large hands, through the black veil, gently rubbed her buttocks back and forth, rubbing her thong against her cleft, constantly praising how perky her buttocks were. Her underwear immediately got wet, but thankfully it was a black thong, so the water stains weren't very noticeable, my wife said. After a while of kneading, the skirt was gradually pulled up by the kneading motion, higher and higher, until her pert buttocks, which were covered by a thong, were fully exposed. She felt too ashamed and tried to pull the skirt down, but it was slowly pulled up again. My wife could only console herself that it didn't matter whether she covered herself or not, since it was just a layer of transparent black gauze. She could only squeeze her thighs even tighter. Later, the technician became bolder and bolder, and his hands directly pressed and rubbed her buttocks. Seeing that my wife didn't object, he intentionally or unintentionally pushed and spread her thighs and buttocks to the sides, making it impossible for her to squeeze them together. My wife said that at this moment, it felt like a cool breeze was blowing on her private parts, and she was really embarrassed... The technician's hands also slowly slid into the inside of my wife's thighs as her legs opened, becoming restless. As the masseur vigorously rubbed, my wife felt her thong, which had been tightly clinging to her lower body, loosen. First, it slipped down quite a bit, and then somehow the thin strip of fabric covering her labia was pulled to one side, leaving her labia and anus completely exposed to the masseur. My wife said she was completely stunned and at a loss for what to do. It took her a long time to come to her senses and try to pull her panties back up, but because she was lying on the sofa, she reached down from behind and couldn't pull them properly. The masseur also hesitated for a moment before saying, "Excuse me, miss, let me help you." Without waiting for my wife's consent, he used his fingers to pull up her thong, aligning it with the center of her labia, and released it. With a soft pop, the panties were easily caught between her labia. Then the masseur pulled the thong up a few more times, saying he was helping her put it back on. My wife felt the thin strip in the middle being pulled and completely buried deep between her labia. The intense pleasure from the massage, mixed with the overwhelming sense of shame, culminated in a climax as her genitals were fully exposed to the masseur. The moment his thong was pulled inside her labia, she reached her peak, moaning and climaxing instantly. After her orgasm, my wife lay limp on the sofa, motionless. Seeing this, the masseur knew he had an opportunity. During the massage, he would occasionally, seemingly unintentionally, trace her labia and anus along her thong, stimulating her so much that even after her orgasm, her vagina was still flowing with fluid, soaking her thong. My wife said her thighs were probably covered in fluid. The masseur stared blankly several times, pausing the massage a few times, his erection almost bursting. He probably had to suppress the urge to rape her for a long time…

After hearing this, I jokingly said to my wife, “Well, at least he has some professional ethics. But if it really happened, it wouldn’t be rape; you seduced him, haha.” My wife rolled her eyes at me and said, “You’d only be happy if he actually did it to me, right?” I chuckled and said that it would be fine if my wife just exposed herself to the masseuse and let him take advantage of her to satisfy my little lust.

Actually, my wife thought the masseuse's massage technique was good, and the masseuse looked like she was looking at her, plus my influence, which is why she was willing to let him take advantage of her. Our original intention was just to go for a foot massage; we never thought about my wife actually being sexually assaulted by the masseuse—it's neither safe nor realistic. I changed the subject, asking, "What about the cupping on your back at the end? Did you take your skirt off for the cupping?" My wife said, "How could I just take it off? I just pulled it up." I said, "Damn, what's the difference? It's more convenient to just take it off, haha..." My wife said that although the masseuse was a bit lewd, the massage service was excellent; the massage itself was quite comfortable, and she didn't just take advantage of me or cut corners. After the massage, my wife, still wanting more, asked the masseuse, "Do you know how to do aromatherapy spas? If you do, you can do it for me sometime." The technician was honest enough to admit he didn't know how to do that... and that was the end of it. We felt we'd done everything we could, and if he knew how to do aromatherapy spas, my wife would definitely ask him to do it again. Besides, he had to work, haha. We never went back to that place.

Winter passed and spring came, and in 2017, my wife discussed with me wanting to take some sexy boudoir photos to commemorate our youth. Hearing about taking sexy boudoir photos, I was, of course, all for it, haha. We happened to know a photographer online who paid girls to take boudoir photos every day, so we agreed that I'd pay my wife 1000 yuan for a three-hour

shoot, lingerie-themed boudoir photos, according to Wuhan rates. My wife, who already wanted to take boudoir photos and could earn some extra money, haha, happily agreed. That afternoon, I had something come up and couldn't go, so I told my wife to go to the hotel my friend had booked first, and I'd come back after I finished. Around 3 pm, I received a text message from my wife: "Honey, this photographer is so lecherous!" I quickly replied: "What's wrong, honey?" She didn't reply for a long time. Damn, I was frantic! I was terrified my wife was hurt, and I was also incredibly curious to know what had happened. I finished what I was doing as quickly as possible and rushed over. On the way, my wife replied, "It's okay, nothing's wrong." That put me a little at ease. When I arrived, I knocked on the door and went inside. They were shooting a uniform-themed photoshoot. Everything seemed fine, so I sat down and played a mobile game. During a break in the shoot, my wife came over and said, "Honey, I feel embarrassed posing with you here." I said okay, I'll wait for you in the hotel lobby. Just as I was about to leave, my phone was about to die, so I asked my wife to let me use her phone. Once I got to the lobby, I suddenly remembered that I had taken my wife's phone. If something happened to her inside, she wouldn't be able to call me... I was annoyed for a long time. Around 5 o'clock, the shoot was over, and my wife came down first and suddenly said to me, "That photographer kept taking advantage of me!" My dick immediately went up in anger, and I quickly asked how she had been taken advantage of. My wife said, "Let's talk about it when we get home." Seeing that my wife's expression wasn't too bad, I had no choice but to hold back and say I'd talk about it when we got home.

When I got home, I was still quite worried that my wife would be angry. She's not someone who'll just go for any guy she likes; she needs to feel something for herself. I changed the subject, asking if the photos were pretty and asking if I could see them. She said she'd sent them to her email, so I quickly downloaded them and told her to take a look. First, there were some bunny costumes and schoolgirl outfits, but then I saw a set of photos of my wife sleeping on the sofa. The key point was that all her clothes were gone; she was lying on her side, one hand covering her chest, the other covering her private parts. I pulled her into my arms, gently pinching her nipple, and said, "Weren't you only shooting lingerie? Why are your clothes all gone?" She said, "The photographer said it's sexier to shoot naked on the sofa, and besides, everything's covered, so there's no nipple showing..." Okay, so when she took her clothes off, she was completely exposed. Did she take them off herself, or did he help her? As I continued looking through the photos, asking my wife questions, I suddenly came across one where she was sitting on a sofa, wearing only a purple thong. Her breasts were completely exposed, her nipples clearly erect. I pulled her into my arms, pressing my already erect penis against her vulva, and asked, "You've taken photos this revealing?" My wife said shyly, "It's because you like it this way! I thought the earlier photos were okay, so I took them off and had him take more for you to see." I was incredibly embarrassed and chuckled. Looking further, damn, her underwear was gone too. She was completely naked and wet, like she'd just finished exercising, her private parts completely exposed. At this point, I couldn't hold back anymore. I had my wife sit on me, and I thrust my penis directly into her vagina, pumping hard. My wife cried out, "Didn't you want to see photos? I can't take it anymore!" I said, "I'll fuck you while I look at them, watching this little slut exposed naked in front of others." My wife came quickly after I fucked her, clinging to me and panting. I asked her, "Didn't you say the photographer was a lecher and took advantage of you?" She pointed to a photo and said, "Look at this one, there are water droplets on my body, right? He splashed water on me and said he'd wipe it off for me." I looked and said, "There's water on your chest too, and he wiped it on your chest too?" My wife smiled shyly and didn't answer. I thrust my penis into her a few times, demanding she confess. She couldn't take it anymore and begged me to be gentle before finally nodding and admitting she'd been touched. I pressed her for more. She said she'd taken a bottle of ice water and focused on stimulating her nipples to make them stand up, supposedly to improve the photo effect. Hearing this, my penis inside her swelled even more, making her scream. Looking further, the photos were all topless, with my wife posing in various sexy and alluring positions, some looking shy and demure, others appearing completely submissive. My wife whispered in my ear, her breath sweet as orchids, "These nude photos were all posed by the photographer using his hands. In the photo of me lying on the sofa, he's the one who put me there. Look at this one, the photographer said my butt wasn't perky enough, so he slapped it. In this one, he said my legs needed to be spread wider, so he put his hand inside my crotch and spread my legs. And in this one, he said my nipples weren't perky enough, so he pinched and rubbed them, even flicking them a few times." At that moment, I was so aroused by the photos and my wife's lewd words that I couldn't restrain myself. I immediately threw down the computer, pinned my wife down on the bed, and began to vigorously thrust into her to express my love for her.

After we finished, my wife wanted me to continue looking at the photos, saying there were even more exciting ones to come. As I looked, I wondered what kind of exciting ones there would be. But I found they were all similar nude photos. Just as I was about to ask my wife, she said, "Where are the others?" I checked my email and said, "These are all we have." My wife quickly called the photographer to ask why some of the other photos hadn't been sent. The photographer on the phone said he had accidentally deleted them. Then my wife hung up the phone and sat on the bed looking upset. Seeing this, I comforted her, saying we could take more later, it's okay. My wife looked up at me and said, "Honey, after you came, I thought you were downstairs and he wouldn't dare to do anything too outrageous, so I agreed to take these topless photos." (Here's a side note: she only wanted to take photos. I think if my wife was just being groped and taken advantage of by the photographer, that's fine, but if she wanted to have sex, it depends on how she feels about the photographer.) Later, the photographer suggested taking some more explicit photos to create some wonderful memories. I looked at the previous photos and they were pretty good, so I asked him what kind of explicit photos he meant. He said he wanted to take a set where she would sit on the sofa with her legs spread apart in an M-shape, and he would have her spread her labia with her hands for close-ups. I thought she would definitely like those kinds of photos, since she was already naked, he wanted to get it all done in one go... I was touched for a moment, thinking that it was like shooting an AV. Then my wife said: "Later, the photographer said he wanted to take a few more photos with more explicit content, so he had my wife pose with one finger in her lips, gently biting it, and the other finger inserted into her vagina like she was masturbating. After taking a few photos, the photographer said her finger insertion posture was wrong. First, he helped her insert it by hand, and then he simply inserted his own finger and took a few photos." Hearing my wife describe that scene almost made my

nose bleed, so I pulled her close and gave her another good beating. Afterwards, my wife lay in my arms and said that although the earlier photos were beautiful and she felt good about them, she felt particularly embarrassed and ashamed when she posed like an AV actress with her finger inserted into her vagina for the photographer. She didn't like the photographer much either; she wouldn't have let him do that if she hadn't thought I would like the photos. I kissed my wife and said, "Honey, I understand. Don't overthink it."

Afterwards, my wife felt that this was supposed to be a private lingerie photoshoot, with the intention of taking some explicit photos to make me happy, but she felt taken advantage of and didn't get the photos she wanted, and she was upset for a long time. After that, I naturally didn't contact the photographer again. Actually, I knew in my heart that the photographer was afraid I'd see the photos of him inserting his penis into my wife's vagina and he'd come after me. He'd make up an excuse about accidentally deleting them, and I knew that even if it was accidentally deleted, the photos could be recovered. I can only say that guy was unethical.

Thankfully, my wife still enjoyed taking boudoir photos after that; she thought the photos were beautiful—a girl's love of beauty, haha. I arranged several more shoots for her, but learning from the previous experience, I was always present, and considering safety, we didn't take any more nude photos. Here's a tip: one online photographer's eyes lit up when he saw my wife in sexy lingerie. After taking a few pictures, he offered to add a thousand yuan to take photos of her with an electric dildo inserted into her vagina, which she refused. Then he offered to add another thousand yuan for her to wear stockings and hold his dildo between her legs for photos, which she also refused. He persisted, arranging two more boudoir photoshoots with my wife, each time making similar requests, which she immediately refused. Although I really wanted my wife to take those kinds of photos, haha.

On a side note, I was exchanging experiences with some fellow enthusiasts the other day. We realized that whether it's group sex, spa appointments, or taking private photos with girls, it all boils down to mastering the art of flirting and picking up girls. It's actually simpler than just flirting, because I've already presented you with an easier opportunity to succeed. However, many people think that girls willing to go out like this are promiscuous and can be slept with easily. But think about it from another perspective: why should a girl let you sleep with her so easily? Some argue that prostitutes can be slept with easily, but don't they have to pay? It's about giving and receiving. Others immediately boast about their big dicks and great skills, like those nymphomaniacs in adult films who, upon hearing about a big dick, great skills, and a handsome man like Pan An, strip naked and fawn over him. That's adult film, not real life.

Here's a summary of why some guys who want to hook up often fail: they lack communication skills and don't know how to make girls happy (everyone likes to hear compliments, right?), they're not generous enough (everyone's happy to receive a gift, especially girls), and they don't plan the actual encounter carefully (a comfortable itinerary and a safe hotel to put the girl at ease).

For example, one guy, whose wife had been chatting with him for a while, wanted to hook up in a threesome, suggesting they go for Chengdu-style hot pot that night… Not that I look down on street food, but he didn't even ask his wife if she liked it. The Chengdu hot pot restaurant was near a school, and it was summer! At mealtimes, it was packed with students, and you could easily spill soup on yourself. How could that kind of environment be suitable for picking up girls? His wife promptly blocked him.

Like the netizen mentioned above who wanted to take more explicit photos with his wife, I knew from the beginning that he wouldn't succeed because he didn't consider his wife's feelings. Firstly, immediately asking for more money and asking what he wanted would make his wife feel like a prostitute, creating strong resistance. Secondly, women always consider safety risks when taking explicit photos; gaining her trust is key. If you take a step-by-step approach, first taking good lingerie photos to make her feel good, then showering her with sweet words and flattery, she might agree to his request.

Also, regarding massage and spa appointments, you must first make the woman feel comfortable both physically and mentally before there's any possibility of further development. As the saying goes, "When people are well-fed and warm, they think of lust." Good massage techniques are gentle and smooth, like flowing water. Patience is also important. For example, when massaging the inner thighs, gently push back and forth near the genitals without directly stimulating them; when massaging the breasts, you can circle around the breasts, making the woman feel like she's about to touch the nipple but hesitates, only occasionally brushing against it unintentionally. Only after teasing a girl until her nipples are swollen and uncomfortable, and her genitals are wet with fluid, will she desire further stimulation. A rushed massage followed by an attempt to immediately grab a vibrator and stimulate her sensitive areas is simply unacceptable to a girl (I personally think this might be a misconception stemming from scenes in adult videos). The reason my wife didn't find the foot massage therapist objectionable was because he was skilled and professional. He didn't prioritize the massage itself over taking advantage; he first ensured my wife was relaxed and comfortable before allowing further contact.

I've written quite a bit; if you found it helpful, please give it a like. Feel free to leave comments below if you'd like to exchange ideas. If you have any better suggestions, please send them to me via private message; my wife might find them interesting, haha.

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