A Novel Adapted from My Wife's Infidelity (Part 1) - First Steps into ***

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"Are you there? I'm going to Xi'an on a business trip next week. Want to meet up?" "
Sure, when are you coming? How long are you staying? I
'm free next week." "I'm going on Thursday. I have meetings on Thursday and Friday, so Saturday should be free."
"Okay, just let me

know when you're free." This is how it all began. The two main characters in the conversation are my wife, Wei, whom I've been married to for six months; and M, whom my wife had a four-year ambiguous relationship with during university. They met in a school club. My wife admired M—a very pure crush. He knew how she felt, but he was always surrounded by beautiful women, so their relationship didn't develop further. After graduation, my wife found a stable job in Xi'an because of family connections, while M returned to his hometown. Being separated by distance gradually turned them into close friends. My wife eventually met me, and her feelings for him were temporarily put on hold.

My wife and I were colleagues, the kind who went to and from work together every day. By some twist of fate, Wei's rented apartment was in the same direction as my home. Because we were good friends, I started giving her a ride on my way to and from work every day. This gave us more opportunities to interact, and our relationship gradually warmed up from ordinary friendship to a kind of dependence on me by my wife. We went to and from work together, worked together, and had fun together, and slowly, sparks flew. Until one day, when I dropped her off at the entrance of her apartment complex, I couldn't suppress my impulse and hugged her tightly in the car. That's how we got together. We

were a perfect match in every way, so we quickly got engaged. I didn't have sex with her for the first time until a month before our wedding, on my birthday. By then, my wife was fully developed, and her body, which had waited for more than twenty years, was fully prepared. Moreover, because we were engaged, she felt a sense of belonging, and she gave herself to me without reservation. Almost the instant the pain in her vagina disappeared, my wife succumbed. She deeply loved sex and regretted not giving herself to me sooner. By this time, we had our own little family. My wife had completely shed all her naivety and innocence. Without any constraints, we would make love wildly whenever we were home. Wei greedily absorbed my essence, and almost all of my semen flowed into my wife's uterus, anus, and stomach. Training and developing this little slut was a piece of cake. From basic vaginal sex and oral sex to anal sex, foot fetish, and then to props and SM, we tried almost every acceptable way of making love. In these short few months, my wife evolved from an innocent little girl into a charming and seductive slut. My wife, whose nature had been suppressed by traditional ideas, seemed to be releasing all the desires she had suppressed for more than twenty years at once.

Honeymoons are always fleeting, and our passion cooled down after 3-4 months of marriage. A mountain of work weighed me down, and our intimacy decreased. My wife, understanding as always, did her best to satisfy me whenever I wanted, secretly taking care of herself when I was exhausted. After a period of adjustment, our lives gradually stabilized, and our intimacy frequency returned to a relatively healthy level, four or five times a week. My wife's desire was no longer as intense as before.

Now, six months into our marriage, we're enjoying a sweet little life, completely unaware that M is plotting an evil scheme. Thursday arrived quickly. As soon as his plane landed, he sent his wife a WeChat message:
"I've arrived in Xi'an."
"You go ahead and get busy. Let me know when you're free. I'm free these few days."
"Okay."
"Honey, a classmate of mine is in Xi'an on a business trip. If I'm free these few days, I'd like to meet up with him," his wife sent him a voice message. In this way, I couldn't tell whether it was "she" or "he." At that time, Wei hadn't thought it through. He just didn't want me to overthink it, so he didn't tell me he was going out with a male friend. He didn't think he would do anything irreversible.
"Go ahead. I have to work two weekends. I just found out and was going to tell you when I got back."
"Huh? How long?"
"Two consecutive days from noon to midnight." We have the kind of job where there's no distinction between day and night, holidays or weekends. When things are slow, we're extremely busy. My wife had quit her job at my request. She has to earn pocket money for two people, so when things are busy, she volunteers to work overtime for overtime pay. For the past few weeks, I've been working overtime almost constantly, busy as a baby. When I get home, I have no desire for sex. I get home close to midnight every day, and my tired body can't even achieve a satisfactory erection. Every time we have sex, it's a rushed affair. My wife is conflicted; not having sex is uncomfortable, but having sex is even more uncomfortable. I feel guilty towards her, and many times I've used my fingers to satisfy her desire, but like men, a hand can never replace real sex. At this moment, my wife needs a penis.
"Oh my god, let's talk about it when you get home," she said sweetly.

That night, after I finished work, around ten o'clock, my wife was lying in bed reading. Seeing me come home, her face flushed, she said, "I have a surprise for you today." I already guessed the surprise would be related to sex, so I said, "I'll take a shower first, I'll be back in a bit." I quickly finished and lay down on the bed. My wife put down her book as well. As soon as I got on the bed, I hugged her. As soon as I got close to her, I felt something vibrating. I looked at her suspiciously, and she nodded shyly. I immediately understood. I put my hand inside my wife's panties. At this moment, her crotch was already wet with semen. Following the source of the vibration, I found a buzzing vibrating egg embedded in my wife's vagina. As I inserted my finger, the pressure indirectly amplified the intensity of the stimulation. My wife began to moan softly. I quickly took control of the vibrating egg by inserting my middle finger into my wife's vagina. I used the vibrating egg to squeeze my wife's G-spot. The pleasure produced by the pressure on the G-spot, combined with the high-frequency vibration of the vibrating egg, made my wife feel very good. She rubbed her breasts vigorously with both hands, wanting to get more satisfaction. Soon, a thick stream of vaginal fluid gushed out from her wet valley, and my wife reached the peak of pleasure. My wife was holding me tightly. She could tell I might not have enough energy to finish the "death blow" tonight. She was still grateful for my fingers, so Wei gently said, "If you're tired, let me lick you." I felt a little guilty and declined her offer, only letting her massage me briefly. My wife is the kind of woman who needs the experience of a penis and semen to be satisfied; simple finger movements couldn't relieve her itch. And so, accompanied by a huge emptiness in her vagina, Wei fell asleep holding me.

I rushed off to work early Friday morning, leaving Wei alone at home. Although she didn't have to work, she had a very fulfilling day. Before I left, I told her that I had to start work at 12 noon the next day, so she didn't need to get up early. She understood perfectly that maybe tonight, or maybe tomorrow morning, the regret left over from last night could be made up for. So Wei was in a good mood all morning, but the feeling of thirst in her lower body was still very real. The day was quite difficult for her. Every now and then, a stream of liquid would flow out from down there. Helpless, she decided to take care of it herself first. She took out the vibrator from last night, skillfully inserted it into her vagina, and imitated my method, hoping to get some temporary comfort. But as mentioned earlier, this was merely scratching the surface. She felt like she was poisoned, needing the thickest semen as an antidote to expel the toxins from her vagina. The vibrator not only failed to alleviate the symptoms but also spread the emptiness throughout her body. For a full half hour, with four orgasms, the vibrator had drained Wei's vaginal fluids completely, but without the pleasure of a penis, she was still unsatisfied. Finally, she gave up and decided to get up and make lunch.
"Just had dinner with my boss, I'm free this afternoon, is it convenient to go out?" She had just finished eating and was about to take a nap when she received this WeChat message.
"I should be free, wait while I ask my husband."

"Honey, what time are you coming back? My classmate said she's free this afternoon and wants me to go out. If you're back early, I'll go out tomorrow." Deep down, she was still looking forward to the big dinner that evening; she didn't want to miss it.
"I probably won't be back before dinner."
“Let’s go for a walk in the city first. Let me know if you can come back early. If not, we’ll eat out,” my wife said, feeling a little disappointed, but there was nothing she could do.
“Okay, I’m getting to work.”

“What time do we meet? I can leave anytime,” my wife texted M.
“I’m on my way to the hotel now, about half an hour away. Do you know the XX Hotel?”
“It’s very close to my house, only a 20-minute drive.”
“If you can come out now, let’s meet there.”
“Okay, I’m heading out now.”
My wife had already gone out that morning, so she didn’t need to dress up much. She composed herself and went to the wardrobe to choose an outfit. Like all girls driven by vanity, my wife wanted to look her best to impress her old classmates. So she took out a thin sweater and a short skirt, and then picked out a pair of medium-thickness black stockings. “Anyway, I’ll be driving, so I probably won’t be outside for long,” my wife thought. It was already deep winter, and my wife had never been in the habit of wearing thermal underwear. But after we got married, to cater to my preferences, she started wearing stockings. Women are strange; they feel cold even in a down jacket, but can get through the whole winter in thin stockings. Wei leisurely put on the stockings, smoothing out the wrinkles with his hands. Although his wife's legs weren't particularly thin, they were long enough and perfectly proportioned, making her look stunning in the stockings. With her dressed and everything ready, his wife went out.

Arriving at the hotel, Wei parked the car, went into the lobby, and sent a WeChat message to M. They met, exchanged pleasantries, and discussed where to go for a while. Finally, M said it was too cold to go anywhere, but he had a sofa in his room and suggested they chat. Because of their relationship, his wife didn't think much of it, assuming it was just to catch up with an old classmate, and agreed. Little did she know this was a carefully laid trap by M. The two went upstairs, and once inside, M plopped down in a chair while his wife sat on the bed. They chatted casually about their lives after graduation, but the conversation slowly veered off course under M's guidance.
"There's something I've been wanting to ask you, but I'm afraid you'll get angry."
"What?"
"Are you two compatible in that area?" His wife hadn't expected him to ask this question so suddenly. M was testing her; if she followed his lead, she'd fallen for his trap; if she objected, he could smooth things over. "Why are
you asking this? It's a nice thing."
"Because I think you're a very pure girl, and it's hard to associate you with that kind of thing, so I'm a little curious." The test went well; his wife wasn't offended. The conversation continued,
"Seriously, were your previous girlfriends all compatible?" His wife was a little sulky. M had several girlfriends in school, and it was an open secret that he often went out to hotels.
"Of course, I'm good at it."
"How good? My husband is pretty good too." As she spoke, her face turned red. Wei didn't know why she was talking about this with her old classmate; vanity made her not want to show weakness.
"Actually, I'm just curious, after getting married and living together every day, won't it get a little annoying?"
"Of course not, it's not like we do it every day."
"Then how often?"
"Two weeks? About two weeks. He's too busy, he's never home, and he comes home late. Today he said he can't come home for dinner, and he has to work overtime both days this weekend." Yes, the last time we actually made love was indeed two weeks ago. After trying hard to recall, my wife nodded. At this moment, she opened up like a complaining woman, grumbling endlessly.
"Oh? So you don't want it?" The speaker didn't mean anything by it, but the listener took it to heart. M understood the unspoken meaning of his wife's words; she was sexually unsatisfied and needed comfort.
"Yes, what can I do?" My wife finally realized she had said something inappropriate, smiled awkwardly, and quickly shut up.
M interrupted the conversation at the opportune moment. He stood up, grabbed a bottle of water, took a couple of sips, and asked his wife if she wanted some. After receiving a positive reply, he handed her another bottle of water and casually sat down next to her, watching her drink. A little thirsty, Wei didn't notice this change. She took a few sips and put the bottle down, only then noticing M's intense gaze. At that moment, his wife's heart inexplicably raced, and her hormone levels began to rise, creating an awkward atmosphere.
"Why did you sit here?"
"Do you know that I actually really liked you back then?" M's voice was soft and gentle. His wife turned her face to stare at the wall. These few words touched her heart.
"Then why were you with other people?"
"I admit I'm horny. With you, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself."
"Won't be able to control what?" His wife began to feel a little breathless. Emotionally, she had hidden her feelings for M for four years, knowing it was impossible for them to be together. But now, M's words had rekindled the innocent feelings of her student days. Physically, her hormones were rising, and her mind was gradually losing control of her body. And the man who had brought Wei both emotional and physical torment was just a stone's throw away.
"I can't control myself," M gently embraced his wife and kissed her. His wife didn't struggle; her mind had stopped thinking. M laid Wei down on the bed and reached for her breast. The thin sweater and bra offered no protection; reason lasted only half a second before being swallowed by the hormones released from her stimulated breast. A gush of fluid erupted from her vagina, as if inviting the man beside her. Her vagina was unbearably itchy; she tried to wriggle her legs to dispel the sensation, but to no avail. M knew his prey had been captured; now he could only enjoy the fruits of his victory.

His hand quickly left his wife's breasts, sliding down into her short skirt. Through her stockings and lace panties, he began gently scraping her genitals. This was almost torture for her. After a few strokes, she gripped M's wrist tightly, but instead of pushing his hand away, she desperately pressed his hand against her genitals. After a few rounds, she completely broke down. He pushed her sweater up above her chest and skillfully unhooked her bra from behind. He stared at her pink nipples for a moment, then took one into his mouth. Under the triple stimulation of his lips, teeth, and tongue, her soft moans turned into loud groans. Her free hand flailed in the air a few times before tightly gripping M's penis. For her, the penis was now her lifeline. The feel told her it was thick and long, and the pressure on her hand increased with M's stimulation. The pressure from the penis was her signal to M: she was ready and needed to be penetrated immediately.

He stopped and began to unbuckle his belt, then gently removed his wife's skirt, stockings, and panties. His wife, her arms tightly wrapped around her chest, felt no remorse for her infidelity, only the shyness of exposing herself to the man she loved for the first time. He watched as she slowly undressed them both. The moment his penis sprang from her panties, his wife's attention was completely drawn to it. "Big," was her first thought. Wei, under my tutelage, had watched porn with me; she knew penises came in various sizes, and that her husband's was on the smaller side. But at this moment, she had no real concept of size; she didn't know this large penis could bring her several times the pleasure I did. She tried to recall my penis. The length seemed only about two-thirds the size of this one; the thickness at the base seemed about the same, but her gaze was drawn to the enormous glans, shaped like an umbrella. "Will it hurt?" his wife wondered.

With his wife still by the bedside, M supported her back with one hand and wrapped the other around her legs, half-carrying, half-pushing her to the center of the bed. He spread her legs and straddled her, precisely positioning his glans at her vaginal opening. The thinner tip of his glans was already nestled within her labia; with just a little force, it could penetrate deeply. "Slow down, slower," his wife said, a hint of fear in her voice. Her virginity had only recently been broken; she vividly remembered the tearing pain before each sexual encounter in the initial weeks after losing her virginity. The enormous glans before her filled her with dread. He began to advance. M felt immense resistance. He was familiar with this feeling; many women who had sex with him for the first time had experienced this re-deflowering. The culprit, of course, was his enormous glans. He also knew that this woman would eventually succumb to his power, for her husband could offer her far less pleasure than he could. He was very patient, slowly entering little by little. The lubrication from his wife's vaginal secretions was sufficient, and the glans was fully inside Wei's body. His wife's legs were weakly hooked behind him, while her hands gripped the sheets tightly. A feeling of fullness slowly spread from her vaginal opening to the depths of her clitoris. This made her somewhat anxious, so she was conflicted. She wanted the feeling to reach its climax quickly, yet she feared exceeding her limits. One centimeter, two centimeters, three centimeters. As the thickest part of his glans passed his wife's G-spot, the pressure, several times greater than before, stimulated her uterus, and another gush of fluid erupted. The heat wave hit M's glans, but was blocked. After ten centimeters, his wife felt a tightness in her chest. In her memory, she had never been stimulated to such a depth before. Whether it was her husband's fingers or penis, this was always the limit. However, it seemed that when he ejaculated, some semen would enter, which felt quite good. Soon, she realized that the "big snake" inside her was still continuing to enter, showing no sign of stopping. The folds of her vagina stimulated by the stimulation made her anticipate his even deeper penetration. The massive piston finally stopped advancing, encountering an obstacle—his wife's cervix. This filled M with ecstasy. His wife was tall, but her vagina wasn't very deep, only about 13 centimeters. While his penis wasn't the largest
, it was enough to fill her vagina, with some still protruding. As the urethral opening of his penis met the clitoris of her cervix, a sensation of unprecedented pleasure washed over his wife. A terrible thought flashed through her mind: if she only ever made love with her husband, she would never experience this feeling. Wei's eyes were closed; she had only one thought: a big cock feels so good. Even the tremors caused by his heartbeat brought her immense pleasure. Just remaining still made her moan softly.

M adjusted himself, preparing for the upcoming piston-like movements. He kissed his wife's lips, as if signaling, and then began thrusting. With the lubrication of her vagina, after only four or five rounds, M felt completely at ease, his thrusts flowing smoothly. He gradually increased the speed of his thrusts, not rushing into a full-blown assault. He wanted to find his wife's limit; too much stimulation, causing discomfort during their first time together, would affect his future plans. So he carefully observed his wife's reaction. Her narrow vagina displayed immense potential, not yielding to his lewdness, but diligently transmitting pleasure to her brain.

His wife moaned loudly, enjoying the pleasure. She hadn't expected the thrusting of such a large penis to be so pleasurable. Each contact between her clitoris and urethral opening sent shivers through her body. She felt as if a water balloon was inside her, and with each penetration, the balloon would be compressed, causing a large amount of fluid to rush towards her vaginal opening. However, this was blocked by M's enormous glans, causing the fluid to flow instead towards her urethra, transferring the immense pressure to her sphincter. She had to struggle to control her genitals to prevent the fluid from leaking out and causing urinary incontinence, which she found incredibly shameful. But each insertion felt like pouring more fluid into her, with only a small portion escaping through the folds of her vagina. The urge to defecate grew stronger.
"No, it's too deep, I need to pee!"
his wife kept repeating, trying to beg for mercy from the man on top of her, while simultaneously letting out pleasurable moans, as if encouraging him to go faster. The experienced M could easily distinguish between pleasurable and painful moans, and his wife was clearly the former—a characteristic of an extremely wanton woman. If he could seize this opportunity and give her a peak orgasm, this woman would never be able to resist his penis. He whispered in his wife's ear,
"Pee, it'll feel better that way." As soon as he
finished speaking, ignoring his wife's reaction, he accelerated and began thrusting. His penis, enveloped in her vagina, also felt a tremendous pleasure, and some blood flowed into the glans, making it even harder.
"This slut's cunt is too tight,"
he cursed inwardly. He knew his pounding pace wouldn't last long before he couldn't hold back his ejaculation, so he had to completely defeat his wife before he finished. A competition began; each time he thrust deep inside, the head of his penis slammed heavily into Wei's clitoris, so when he withdrew, a lot of semen came out, soaking a patch of the sheets. His wife sensed his malice; she knew she couldn't hold on much longer. She wanted to give up control of her sphincter and fully enjoy the pleasure emanating from her vagina, but it was so shameful—being fucked until she peed! How could she face anyone if they knew? But this shame began to crumble with M's vigorous thrusting. His glans pounded into her clitoris like a battering ram; she felt the city gates were about to be breached. Her resistance grew increasingly weak; her attention shifted to her vagina. It wasn't that she didn't want to control it anymore, but that she couldn't care less.

She clung tightly to M's back, her legs wrapped tightly around his buttocks
. "Come on, who's afraid of who?"
she said confidently, focusing all her attention on her vagina. The urethra, vagina, and anus, which had been tense from holding her urine, began to relax. M received the signal and moved in and out more freely. He was about to climax. Seeing his wife's lower body beginning the prelude to orgasm, he knew he could make his final thrust. He began to exert all his strength, increasing the force and frequency of his thrusts. His glans had begun to swell and enlarge, and his semen was ready to spray out. After about ten thrusts, M began to feel a warm flow in his lower abdomen. Although it wasn't a fountain-like squirting, this warm flow gushed out with each thrust.

His wife found that the sensation in her lower body was intensifying. She handed over the responsibility of controlling her lower body to her subconscious, but it was indeed unreliable. With another powerful thrust, her vagina and urethra simultaneously collapsed. The urethra was finally ruptured, and urine flowed out slowly like milking a cow with each squeeze of his penis.
"Is this an orgasm?"
she asked herself. The pleasure her husband used to give her would accumulate to a certain point, reaching a critical juncture, which she considered an orgasm. She thought that each time she reached that juncture, she had an orgasm. She once thought that her husband must be incredibly skilled to orgasm so many times during sex. Only today did she realize that she had truly orgasmed. At this moment, she experienced the feeling of a man ejaculating. As the amniotic sac was ruptured, she felt her vagina begin to spasm, her cervix to contract, and with each thrust of the penis, her clitoris secreted a thick fluid. This wasn't vaginal fluid, and it seemed different from the vaginal fluid that flowed after being fingered by her husband; this was the white fluid of an orgasm. This white fluid clung to M's penis, creating a very erotic scene with each thrust. The wife was completely overwhelmed by this sensation; even her whole body began to tremble. After being thrust in and out twenty or thirty more times, her urine had completely drained, and semen replaced her vaginal fluid, filling the entire space. She still didn't want M to stop, and even hoped that this feeling would never end, so Wei continued to encourage him with lewd moans.

M's breathing became heavy, reaching a point where release was inevitable. His wife, blinded by pleasure, couldn't think clearly; she wasn't thinking about pregnancy, only about maximizing her pleasure. She suddenly recalled the feeling of hot semen slapping against her clitoris when he had sex with her in the past—a sensation she could only experience once each time. But today, every thrust of this man was an experience, like appetizers and main courses at a Western meal. Her husband's main course, a single course at each meal, was like an appetizer under M's crotch. She couldn't help but imagine what the ultimate feast he would bring would be.

The final ritual began. With a roar, M used all his strength that night to thrust his penis to the deepest point of her vagina. This powerful thrust amplified his wife's pleasure several times over, while the head of his penis pressed tightly against her cervix. Semen, like a cannonball, shot out from the urethral opening along the ducts of his penis. At this moment, his wife was experiencing four or five different stimuli simultaneously acting on her lower body: a large amount of semen gushed out, making his already thick penis swell even larger; with each spurt of semen, the thick penis trembled powerfully; and the scalding semen rushed towards the cervix at high speed, unleashing a new wave of impact; after the impact subsided, because the urethral opening was directly facing the cervix, some of the semen went directly through the cervix into the depths of his wife's uterus, but not all of the semen passed through the cervix. The remaining sperm had nowhere to go, and the thick glans acted like a plug, tightly blocking the way out, all the semen eager to pass through the cervix. These pleasures alternately stimulated his wife's various organs, and Wei gained immense satisfaction. She opened her small mouth wide, trying her best to digest this pleasure. For the first time, she experienced the pleasure of semen rushing into the uterus through the cervix, bringing her to the peak of pleasure, which lasted for 10 seconds, during which the penis inside her trembled seven or eight times. Previously, during the act of insemination, her husband's semen weakly rushed towards her clitoris, and she could only feel two distinct tremors each time. Clearly, M not only had a much larger size than her husband but also possessed far greater reproductive capabilities. Finally, she felt the tremors becoming less pronounced, his erect penis beginning to soften, and semen no longer leaking from his urethra. The insemination ceremony was thus completed. And the semen inside Wei seemed to possess a magical power to manipulate human thought; the wife felt a thought rising within her, a thought telling her that she would completely become the slave of the man before her.

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