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My path to adultery was rather peculiar, actually stemming from a conversation. I graduated as a university student during the Cultural Revolution, a time when we were required to "re-educate the workers" and were assigned to work in a factory. I was thin and weak, unable to withstand the heavy labor, and almost contemplated suicide. Later, through a friend's introduction, I married a girl. Although the work was still incredibly difficult, the thought of having my beloved wife to cuddle with at night helped me get through it.
One Sunday, the workshop foreman came to my house, saying he had some work-related issues to discuss, which were confidential and couldn't be revealed beforehand. He glanced at my wife, and I told her to go sit at the neighbor's house first. My wife went out. The foreman said he wanted to promote me to administrator, which I could hardly believe. Being an administrator meant I wouldn't have to do heavy physical labor anymore; I would be free. Back then, unless you were a relative of the foreman, it would cost a lot of money to get such a position. I had no relatives or connections, so there must have been reasons I couldn't imagine. The foreman didn't mince words and got straight to the point. He said, "Your miserable job has no future. Changing your work situation is your top priority." I said yes. He then said, "The condition is simple: you have to have sex with my wife." I felt like I'd been struck by lightning and hesitated. He said, "It's normal for you to hesitate; you didn't expect this. Actually, even if you and your wife have sex every day, is it still as interesting as when you were newlyweds? If someone else had sex with her once, would her vagina change shape? No, it wouldn't. After being fucked by someone else, it wouldn't change at all. But for your wife, having another man fuck her increases her pleasure and happiness. You can't just say she doesn't want to; that's traditional thinking at play. Don't you secretly want to have sex with other women? You just don't have the opportunity, right?" I nodded. "Women are the same. Actually, having multiple men fuck them brings a lot more pleasure; it's just a matter of perception. You'll get used to it; you can't get rid of it. Besides, you can escape this misery and have a comfortable job for life. It's truly beneficial in every way. Even you yourself, once you get used to it, will find it very exciting." I'm a very responsible person, I absolutely won't tell anyone, it'll be done discreetly. Think it over carefully, and give me your answer tomorrow.
That evening, I told my wife about it, and as expected, she objected. I explained the reasons the director had given me, and my wife hesitated, saying it was too embarrassing, too shameful. I said, "It's shameful if someone finds out, but what's shameful if no one knows? The director won't tell anyone. If outsiders find out, the director will lose his position. Would he tell anyone?" My wife said, "Even if he doesn't tell anyone, I'll still lose face in front of the director." I said, "Then it's not shameful. For example, if you married me and I slept with you at night, would you feel ashamed? If you slept with him, you'd be lovers, how could it be shameful?" My wife said, "That's what you say, but wouldn't I be mortified?" It still wouldn't work.
I reported my conversation with my wife to the director, who said, "It means your wife basically agrees. Your wife's reaction is very normal. Tell me to say this to your wife..." After work, I told my wife that I had thought about suicide several times because work was too painful. I said if she agreed, the supervisor would make me an administrator. My wife sighed and said, "But it's just too embarrassing." I said, "The first time he comes, let's have sex first. When we reach orgasm, he'll come on top. You'll be very horny during your orgasm, and that will lessen your embarrassment." My wife said, "That's the only way, but you can't tell me when he comes. Otherwise, he might suddenly come on top of me." I said, "Okay, that's for sure." That's how it was settled. The supervisor had taught me to say all this.
I reported back to the supervisor, who said it was done, but told me to stop having sex with my wife for several days, saying I was too tired, and then choose a time when she was in heat for him to come. I did as he said. After not having sex with my wife for a few days, I told her that work was too painful and I needed a few days off. I would have sex with her properly in a few days. When my wife was in heat, I didn't call the supervisor that day. The supervisor told me to have sex with her myself first during her heat to see if she was really aroused. Sure enough, that night, we made love until the wee hours. It was a wild, passionate affair. My wife was moaning loudly, her vagina overflowing with fluids. During her climax, I said, "Call him here!" She agreed, "Okay, come on, call him here!"... After resting for a while, I asked her, "When you were calling him here, did you feel any shame?" She said, "No, not then, but now I do." I said, "That's right. We called him at that crucial moment, and you naturally and happily had sex with him. After having sex with him all night, you still felt ashamed?" My wife laughed, "You're so cunning!" The next night, when my wife and I were having sex, I deliberately left the door open so that someone could easily come in from the outside. We were having sex when I noticed he had already entered, but he was just peeking from the floor by the bed, making no move because my wife hadn't reached orgasm yet. After a few rounds of drinks, my wife's screams rose, her buttocks bounced wildly, sounding like she was crying. Suddenly, I slowed down, saying I was out of energy. My wife yelled, "Call him over!" I jumped up, and he jumped on top of me at the same time. Like a rookie on the battlefield, he thrust powerfully. My wife screamed like she was going to die. He ejaculated three times, finally stopping at 2 AM. Throughout the whole thing, my wife was completely cooperative, even more lewd than when we were having sex. While getting dressed, I asked my wife, "Are you still shy?" She kicked me hard, saying, "It's all your fault, you old codger!" We all laughed.
Later, I became an administrator. The job was comfortable, and every night I had great sex with my wife, feeling very proud. The director often came to join in, and everything was wonderful. From then on, I also embarked on the path of cuckoldry.

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