My wife and I's sexual experiences over the years (Part 1)

Introduction: This is a story based on my own experience, featuring myself and my wife. Looking back on those experiences, what did I feel? Heart-pounding? Excitement? Absurdity? Reality? A variety of feelings were present, but regardless, these events truly happened. Life is a mix of joys and sorrows. I'm writing this to record an unforgettable past, perhaps to forget, perhaps to reflect, perhaps to bring it to a close. My wife, Jing'er, is a very conservative, traditional woman—virtuous, capable, rational, independent, and kind. She's very naive about sex. I was her first serious boyfriend; in fact, for many years after our marriage, I was her only man. As for me, I'm a man with a very strong sexual desire. When I was younger, my wife (my girlfriend at the time) wasn't around, and I had to satisfy my endless sexual urges almost every day. Even today, I find it hard to understand why I'm so excited about cuckolding fantasies. "Cuckoldry" is just a term, referring to something strange: a lack of sexual desire from one's own body, but a tremendous impact and satisfaction from one's wife. For example, the thought of my wife being exposed to other men, or being intimate with other men, often excites me more than having sex with her. It seems my sexual pleasure is entirely dependent on her. About three years ago, when I realized this, I started frantically searching for articles on this topic and met some netizens online. I discovered many others like me, and gradually I accepted these views, considering them normal forms of sex. Finally, one day, I could no longer be satisfied with mere fantasy. I began to seriously consider whether I could persuade my wife to accept these views, thereby truly changing my life. The whole story is my journey of self-motivation, experimentation, practice, and reflection. Of course, in addition to the facts, some fantasy elements are included because no one knows the true reality, and fantasy brings me great satisfaction. The entire article will be structured around a series of short stories. Chapter One: Exposing My Wife Although my wife isn't tall, she's very beautiful with a fantastic figure. Her skin is fair and smooth, and her breasts are full and firm—exactly my type. We used to joke that if she were any taller, she'd be a heartthrob, and I'd never be able to win her over. My wife used to dress very conservatively and didn't care much about her appearance, so my first step was to add some sexy elements to her image so that more people could share in her beautiful figure. Actually, I rarely bought clothes for my wife myself; I always went with her, and she'd buy whatever she liked. But any slightly sexy style was immediately rejected by her—too revealing, too low-cut, etc. So, when I went on business trips, I took it upon myself to bring her some clothes. Of course, the styles were all somewhat sexy; it was a done deal, and it would be a waste if she didn't wear them, so let's give them a try. This way, tank tops, low-cut dresses, and sheer clothes all had a chance to be worn by my beautiful wife, and slowly, naturally, she got used to it. It's fine, I like it, many other people like it, and no one loses anything. When we first started living together, my wife would wear a bra at home, even when going to bed. I, on the other hand, am a nudist and prefer to go completely naked at home, feeling so comfortable. At first, she wasn't used to it, but after repeated attempts to persuade me failed, she stopped caring and gradually became more casual under my influence. The key breakthrough came one day when I read a report that women who frequently wear bras have a much higher incidence of breast cancer than those who rarely do, and the incidence is even higher for women who wear bras at night. After showing it to her, it had a significant impact on her, and she stopped wearing a bra at night. Her two big breasts swaying inside her pajamas were quite a sight. In the summer, as the weather got hotter, with my encouragement, she finally took off her last piece of clothing, becoming completely naked at home. When we got home, we would take a shower and then go nude, watching TV, doing chores, and playing computer games in the living room. But back then, our apartment was very close to the surrounding buildings, often only a few meters apart. Our balcony faced someone else's window. To be honest, whatever we were doing in the living room, the person across the way could see it clearly in a minute. We knew this, but we were used to it and didn't care. Even my wife would joke, "So what if they see? It's not a big deal. They're the ones who are upset." But the pressure was still there. Hanging clothes on the balcony was her job. You can imagine a naked, beautiful woman hanging clothes on the balcony—would someone be peeping from a few meters away? A few times, she would suddenly run back, very nervously, and say to me, "I noticed someone across the way is watching me." I thought to myself, "You only realize that now?" Of course, I had to comfort her verbally, saying, "It's okay, even if they're the ones who are upset," and then she had to continue her work. At that moment, even with the living room light off, the snow-white naked body on the balcony was still clearly visible. Sometimes when we make love at night, we turn off the lights in the living room and do it directly on the sofa. Our favorite position is with me sitting on the sofa and her facing me, sitting on my lap. This is the most stimulating for her, and I can kiss her nipples at the same time. Sometimes when I get excited, I'll carry my wife to the balcony, have her hold onto the railing, and stick her fleshy buttocks up towards me. I'll penetrate her from behind, and her big breasts will sway with my movements on the balcony. At this time, she can't suppress her moans; her soft and rapid groans echo among the buildings. *** *** *** *** Once, I bought my wife a few tank tops, quite thin but not see-through, which she liked. She changed into them for work in the morning and discovered a new problem: it's difficult to wear a bra with straps in these tops. But we didn't have any strapless bras at home at the time. After struggling for a while, she finally decided, "Forget it, I won't wear a bra." I was overjoyed. She looked so sexy! Her breasts were already quite full, and the tank top clung tightly to her body, clearly showing the shape of her breasts. Her nipples were prominently displayed, and my penis immediately became erect. I still couldn't quite believe it, as I had been looking forward to this day for so long. I asked, "Going to work like this?" "That's not good, it's too sexy. Should I wear a jacket?" She added a small jacket, but without buttons. You had to pull it in a little to hide anything. Even when you let go, you could still see a few glimpses, but not so obviously. And so, my wife went to work. I was so excited that day, imagining how sexy she looked. After that, my wife seemed to enjoy not wearing a bra. I asked her about it, and she said it was comfortable. I asked her if she wasn't worried about showing too much. She laughed and said she would be careful. I guessed that perhaps she had found more confidence in her sexiness. I vividly remember one time when a group of friends went to the beach. Since she had nothing else to do, we took her along. That day, she wore a tank top, a light jacket, and a short skirt—just her usual attire. At the beach, everyone swam and played, but she didn't like swimming. She just ran around me, sometimes burying me in the sand, sometimes filming me. When she got hot, she took off her jacket. She was having so much fun, oblivious to the fact that everyone around her was enjoying themselves. Because her tank top was cotton and very form-fitting, without the jacket, her two full breasts bounced and swayed like little rabbits as she ran—quite a sight! I don't know how the others felt, but my little brother was practically hard the whole time. Back home, that night in bed, of course, I didn't let her off the hook. We made love and flirted. Apparently, she knew all along that the men around were staring at her breasts, haha, but she seemed quite excited about it. *** *** *** *** Because my wife works in administration at a foreign company, where management is quite strict, I rarely go to her workplace. Once, I had an urgent matter to attend to. That day, she happened to be wearing a floral sundress, and in the morning she had put on a shawl over it for work. When I arrived at the office, I noticed she wasn't wearing the shawl, just the form-fitting floral dress, her breasts blatantly displayed. Heh, if I were her colleague, I would definitely think there was something suggestive about it. I asked her somewhat ambiguously, "Why did you take off your shawl? It's so sexy!" "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm a little hot!" Her face immediately turned red.After finishing my business, I pulled her out. "Is there anything else?" she asked, puzzled. "Don't ask yet, just come with me." We left the office, took the elevator to the top floor, and then walked up the stairs to the rooftop of the office building. The building was very tall; from the rooftop, you could see far into the distance, and there was no one around. "What are we doing here?" "Hehe, what do you think?" I grabbed her and started kissing her. "Um, what are you doing? We can't do this here! What if someone sees us?!" she protested nervously. "It's because you're so sexy, I can't resist. Feel it, my penis is hard!" I pulled her hand down to my crotch and began kneading her large breasts through her thin sundress. "Here? No, this won't do. What if my colleagues see us? That would be terrible!" Although she was still resisting, her body had already betrayed her; she became limp and breathless, clinging tightly to me. "Hehe, if someone sees us, if it's a woman, let me help you; if it's a man, let him help you too." Without waiting for a reply, I lifted my wife's skirt up to her armpits and pulled down her panties. My wife lifted her legs to help me take them off, leaving her almost completely naked on what was practically the city's highest rooftop, her hands on a ledge, her sexy little buttocks sticking out for me. I quickly pulled down my pants and inserted my already erect penis into my wife's vagina, thrusting rapidly. In the sunlight, my wife's snow-white naked body was dazzling. After the climax, once we calmed down, we realized the problem was that neither of us had any tissues. We exchanged a laugh and had to use her panties to clean ourselves. Then, "What about this afternoon? No panties?" I asked her lewdly. "What do you think? We won't wear any then," she said, making a face and pulling me downstairs. To be honest, I didn't see anything wrong, but the thought of my wife being completely naked in the office made my little brother start to stir again. *** *** *** *** One day, I came home late from work. It was drizzling, and I hadn't brought an umbrella. I called my wife, and she said she'd pick me up at the station. I felt a warm glow inside. When I got to the station, I didn't see her for a moment. After looking around, I finally spotted her in a corner. I put my arm around her shoulder, and we shared an umbrella and slowly walked back. That's when I noticed she was wearing a silk nightgown—the kind she only ever wore at home. It was thin and low-cut, with about half of her breasts exposed. The skirt was also very short, revealing most of her legs. Clearly, she wasn't wearing a bra. When no one was around, I gently slipped my hand inside the nightgown and secretly caressed her smooth breasts. She said shyly, "You're so naughty." "Hehe, why are you so bold today?" She didn't answer but instead guided my hand to her hip. Hehe, it turned out my wife hadn't even worn underwear today. "Wow, you're so bold!" I exclaimed. She looked at me with a beaming smile, and I absolutely adored my wife. We walked downstairs, embracing and kissing. On the stairs, she walked ahead, and I followed closely behind. I lifted the hem of her nightgown up to her waist, revealing her high, white buttocks and legs. "Hey, what are you doing? We're in the stairwell!" "It's okay, it's so late, let's be intimate here." I didn't give Jing'er a chance to catch her breath. As she turned her head, I kissed her neck from behind, her most sensitive spot. Soon, she was panting heavily. My hands weren't idle either; they moved from her lower body up to her breasts, leaving her almost completely naked in the stairwell. Jing'er wasn't idle either; she had already unzipped my pants and pulled out my penis. I pushed her against the wall, making her brace her hands against it, and quickly entered her from behind. She was already soaking wet, and she soon began to moan loudly with excitement. I had to cover her mouth with my hand to keep her as quiet as possible. I ejaculated quickly, but she was clearly not satisfied. She hugged me, "Mmm, I want more!" "Sweetie, let's go home first, we'll continue at home, okay?" To be honest, I was still a little worried in the corridor where people could pass by at any time. She was exhausted, her whole body limp, and I was still half-carrying, half-pushing her upstairs from behind. Suddenly, I saw our semen flowing down her inner thighs, glistening and slippery, looking incredibly lewd. Fortunately, there was no one else along the way, and we made it home safely. That night in bed, she told me that actually, on the way to the station, two boys had been following her, making her very nervous. I asked her, "Guess what they want to do?" "What do they want? It goes without saying, they want to fuck your wife." "So what do you think? Do you want them to fuck you?" I teased her, starting to kiss her nipples. "There are too many of them. If it were just one person, I'd let him fuck me." She was teasing me too. "Would you go to his house with him?" "No need, just that secluded corner downstairs is fine. I'll stick my ass out and let him penetrate me from behind." "Then you'll be raped!" My hand was already inside my wife's little hole. "Ah, rape it is, I like being raped by strangers. His penis must be so big, I'll be fucked to death! Then I won't be able to reach you! What if you come and see this?" "I'll push him away, then take my place, and keep fucking you, you little slut, fuck you to death!" I was already inside her, thrusting rapidly. "Fine, fuck me to death! I'm a slut, I want you all to fuck me!" I understand that Jing'er loves me very, very much. She knows I like these fantasies, so she always goes along with me to satisfy me. I just don't know if, besides doing it for me, she also really likes these fantasies a little bit?She didn't answer, but instead pulled my hand to her buttocks. Haha, it turned out my wife hadn't even worn underwear today. "Wow, you're so fierce!" I exclaimed. She looked at me with a smile; I absolutely adore my wife. We hugged and cuddled as we went downstairs. On the stairs, she walked ahead, and I followed closely behind, lifting the hem of her nightgown up to her waist, revealing her high, white buttocks and legs. "Hey, what are you doing? We're in the stairwell!" "It's okay, it's so late, let's be intimate here." I didn't give Jing'er a chance to catch her breath. As she turned her head, I kissed her neck from behind, her most sensitive spot. Soon, she was panting heavily. My hands weren't idle either, moving upwards to her breasts, leaving her almost completely naked in the stairwell. Jing'er wasn't idle either; she had already unzipped my pants and pulled out my penis. I pushed her against the wall, making her brace her hands against it, and quickly entered her from behind. She was already soaking wet, and she soon began to moan loudly with excitement. I had to cover her mouth with my hand to keep her as quiet as possible. I ejaculated quickly, but she was clearly not satisfied. She hugged me, "Mmm, I want more!" "Sweetie, let's go home first, we'll continue at home, okay?" To be honest, I was still a little worried in the corridor where people could pass by at any time. She was exhausted, her whole body limp, and I was still half-carrying, half-pushing her upstairs from behind. Suddenly, I saw our semen flowing down her inner thighs, glistening and slippery, looking incredibly lewd. Fortunately, there was no one else along the way, and we made it home safely. That night in bed, she told me that actually, on the way to the station, two boys had been following her, making her very nervous. I asked her, "Guess what they want to do?" "What do they want? It goes without saying, they want to fuck your wife." "So what do you think? Do you want them to fuck you?" I teased her, starting to kiss her nipples. "There are too many of them. If it were just one person, I'd let him fuck me." She was teasing me too. "Would you go to his house with him?" "No need, just that secluded corner downstairs is fine. I'll stick my ass out and let him penetrate me from behind." "Then you'll be raped!" My hand was already inside my wife's little hole. "Ah, rape it is, I like being raped by strangers. His penis must be so big, I'll be fucked to death! Then I won't be able to reach you! What if you come and see this?" "I'll push him away, then take my place, and keep fucking you, you little slut, fuck you to death!" I was already inside her, thrusting rapidly. "Fine, fuck me to death! I'm a slut, I want you all to fuck me!" I understand that Jing'er loves me very, very much. She knows I like these fantasies, so she always goes along with me to satisfy me. I just don't know if, besides doing it for me, she also really likes these fantasies a little bit?She didn't answer, but instead pulled my hand to her buttocks. Haha, it turned out my wife hadn't even worn underwear today. "Wow, you're so fierce!" I exclaimed. She looked at me with a smile; I absolutely adore my wife. We hugged and cuddled as we went downstairs. On the stairs, she walked ahead, and I followed closely behind, lifting the hem of her nightgown up to her waist, revealing her high, white buttocks and legs. "Hey, what are you doing? We're in the stairwell!" "It's okay, it's so late, let's be intimate here." I didn't give Jing'er a chance to catch her breath. As she turned her head, I kissed her neck from behind, her most sensitive spot. Soon, she was panting heavily. My hands weren't idle either, moving upwards to her breasts, leaving her almost completely naked in the stairwell. Jing'er wasn't idle either; she had already unzipped my pants and pulled out my penis. I pushed her against the wall, making her brace her hands against it, and quickly entered her from behind. She was already soaking wet, and she soon began to moan loudly with excitement. I had to cover her mouth with my hand to keep her as quiet as possible. I ejaculated quickly, but she was clearly not satisfied. She hugged me, "Mmm, I want more!" "Sweetie, let's go home first, we'll continue at home, okay?" To be honest, I was still a little worried in the corridor where people could pass by at any time. She was exhausted, her whole body limp, and I was still half-carrying, half-pushing her upstairs from behind. Suddenly, I saw our semen flowing down her inner thighs, glistening and slippery, looking incredibly lewd. Fortunately, there was no one else along the way, and we made it home safely. That night in bed, she told me that actually, on the way to the station, two boys had been following her, making her very nervous. I asked her, "Guess what they want to do?" "What do they want? It goes without saying, they want to fuck your wife." "So what do you think? Do you want them to fuck you?" I teased her, starting to kiss her nipples. "There are too many of them. If it were just one person, I'd let him fuck me." She was teasing me too. "Would you go to his house with him?" "No need, just that secluded corner downstairs is fine. I'll stick my ass out and let him penetrate me from behind." "Then you'll be raped!" My hand was already inside my wife's little hole. "Ah, rape it is, I like being raped by strangers. His penis must be so big, I'll be fucked to death! Then I won't be able to reach you! What if you come and see this?" "I'll push him away, then take my place, and keep fucking you, you little slut, fuck you to death!" I was already inside her, thrusting rapidly. "Fine, fuck me to death! I'm a slut, I want you all to fuck me!" I understand that Jing'er loves me very, very much. She knows I like these fantasies, so she always goes along with me to satisfy me. I just don't know if, besides doing it for me, she also really likes these fantasies a little bit?

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