My Beloved Wife's True Story (1)

I've always considered myself a cuckold enthusiast, enjoying both other men's wives and my wife's. Years ago, during sex with my wife, I would often say things like, "I'll find another man to have sex with you," and she would reciprocate my desires when aroused. In recent years, my relationship with my wife hasn't been good; we sleep in separate rooms, and I've been seeing another woman, let's call her Meng (we're very close, almost to the point of divorce and remarriage). Then, in April of this year, things took a sudden turn. I
sprained my leg in an accident and had to stay home to recover, something I hadn't done in years. This led to more conversations with my wife. But she talked more about divorce, which puzzled me. Why did my wife, who had always been so distant, suddenly want to separate? Because of the various conflicts with Meng (which were mostly minor), the multiple problems I would face after a divorce, and my feelings for my wife, I wanted to save our marriage. After several conversations, I suddenly asked her: "Are you seeing someone else? Do you need me to make room? If so, I'll leave with nothing, but the house will be left to the children, and no other men will be allowed to live in the house." You can stay here as long as you're not married, but you'll have to move out if you remarry. As for myself, whether I marry or not, I won't move back. She shook her head and said she wouldn't remarry. I said okay, give me half a month to prepare.
My leg injury was better, and I started going out with friends again as often as before. I also found a place to live smoothly, preparing for the divorce (although I was reluctant, I needed a backup plan to avoid being homeless). One time, I came home drunk, and I was very talkative. She seemed to have had a little to drink too. I asked again: "Do you have someone else outside? If you do, I don't mind, after all, I've really messed up these past few years." She: "Yes." Me: "How long has it been?" She: "Almost half a year." Me: "Are you planning to get married?" She: "No, I don't like him, but he's really good to me." Me: "If I really don't mind you continuing, can we not get a divorce?" She cried: "I can't bear to part with you either. Divorcing you is only because of my inner guilt. You're so strong and concerned about your image outside. After the divorce, you won't have the problem of being cuckolded." That night we talked a lot, and after several years, we slept together again, but we didn't have sex.
I woke up before 5 a.m. the next morning, lay in bed smoking, then went to buy breakfast and opened a bottle of wine. (PS: Before drinking in the morning, I would be excited thinking about my wife being with another man, but when my wife was actually being with someone else, the feeling of uncertainty and bittersweetness was indescribable? That's probably it.) I drank and talked with my wife, and she didn't stop me from drinking, probably knowing I was having trouble accepting it.
The following is our conversation; it's not entirely accurate, but the general meaning is correct. Me: It's been almost half a year, last winter, right? Her: Yeah. I half-jokingly asked: Where did I first take you? Her: In his car, forced. Me: Impossible, the space in a car is so cramped, even a good man can't handle a rolling pussy, let alone in a car. Her: It really was forced. (Later she admitted it was semi-compliant.) Me: How many times has it been? Her: Around twenty. Me: Every time in the car? She: The first few times it was like that, but later it was always in his company office, and there was no one there at night or on weekends. (He's a boss with an office suite.) Me: How old is he? He's quite wealthy. She: A year older, and he's a really nice person. (At first I didn't believe it. How many wealthy bosses are good people? But after finding out he's not a big boss, just average, I felt a little better. Otherwise, I would have felt even more inferior. People's hearts are so complicated, haha.) At this moment, my wife came into the bedroom and brought out a half-sized box, saying: "The things inside are all gifts from him." I opened it and saw rings, necklaces, bracelets, designer bags... I asked her: "He gives them to you, so you accept them?" She: "If I don't want them, he throws them away, he really throws them away." I was speechless. Are there still such stubborn men these days? He's quite willing to spend money. Later, chatting with my wife, I learned that this man had known her for almost three years. At the time, my wife was still doing online sales, and the man would chat with her frequently, but they never discussed anything inappropriate (otherwise, my wife would have blocked him long ago; she really is that kind of person. From dating to marriage, I've been her only man, and I was her virgin.). Later, during a chat, the man suspected that the woman's profile picture wasn't of my wife, so she met him in person (she is indeed beautiful, both in terms of temperament and appearance—I don't deny this, even when I was contemplating divorce). Even during the meeting, my wife brought a female colleague along to have dinner with him. As
they chatted more, Dingding (let's call this man from now on, just consider him a simple Dingding) learned more. For example, knowing that the child needed a foam mat for school, he bought it, sewed it, and delivered it. Around Mid-Autumn Festival, he delivered various holiday supplies to our doorstep, and then texted my wife to pick them up. In short, he was incredibly attentive, a stark contrast to me at the time. "If you don't cherish your own woman, someone else will," that saying is true. I remember a holiday party at work where we played a game called "balloon popping." Everyone was trying to pop the balloons tied to other people's legs while also trying to prevent their own balloons from being popped. It's such a vivid image! Anyway,
a couple of days later, it was the weekend, and my wife said shyly, "He asked me out. Should I go?" I replied, "Yes, I promised. But tell me the details when you get home." As I said this, I casually slipped my hand inside her thigh. My wife kissed me, I changed my clothes, and went downstairs to Dingding's company. Waiting is always agonizing, especially this kind of waiting. My mind was filled with imagining what my wife was doing right now—was she caressing me? Had she already started having sex? Was she wearing a condom (my wife really dislikes wearing condoms)? Was she very wet? Was she giving Dingding oral sex? Had she had an orgasm?… To use a popular internet term: "sour and pleasurable." That's how I felt at the time. After three agonizing hours and nineteen minutes (I checked the time precisely, which shows how I felt), the door lock turned, and my wife returned. I was incredibly excited and rushed over to hug her. I actually felt like I was dating again, placing my wife on the large sofa and caressing her while scrutinizing her...
That's all for today. I see there seems to be a word limit; I didn't intentionally leave it hanging. If the story is approved, I'll continue as soon as possible. I'll write more stories about my wife and my penis in the future, and I might even write about my days of fooling around outside. I won't change the title anymore; it's a waste of brainpower. Even if it has nothing to do with my wife or even involves my mother, I won't change the title... I did witness my mother's infidelity firsthand; whether I'll write about that later is another matter.

Take it as just my opinion... I say everything I've written is true. If you don't believe me, just treat it as a story and don't slander or insult me. Goodbye.

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