Cuckold Husband’s Slave Life

Author: lllkkl
Word count: 97133
He has worked in the supply and marketing manager department of this private medical equipment company for five years. He can be said to be the most senior employee in the supply and marketing department with only eight people, and his performance is also very good. I had been hoping to be promoted to department manager, but the position was vacant for two months after the original manager left.

This week, the head office in Nanjing suddenly transferred a young man who was 6 years younger than me to be the manager, and passed me over. The headquarters not only asked me to take orders from this young man, but also asked me to help him familiarize himself with the situation as soon as possible.

I am over 30 years old this year. I graduated from college eight years ago and worked several jobs in the society. I finally found this job five years ago. This company has developed rapidly. My monthly salary has risen from 1,000 yuan to 4,700 yuan. I put all my heart and soul into my work, hoping to become a manager. But this time it was a mess again, how to explain to my wife when I got home.

My wife He Liling is my pride. Liling is a female teacher in a middle school. She is two years younger than me, 170cm tall, and has a devil figure. Liling is very beautiful and very sexy, her skin is as white as jade, and her long hair hangs over her shoulders like a black waterfall. I especially like her eyes, they are very big, sometimes they look pure, and sometimes they are slutty, so I am often fascinated by her.

In addition, I also like to look at her feet wearing sandals in summer. When she walks and lifts her feet, I can see how white and ruddy her heels and soles are. At this time, I hope that I am the pair of sandals under her feet, so that I can always kiss her beautiful and noble feet.

In the eyes of outsiders, Li Ling is a decent and upright woman. Although she is a 30-year-old young woman, she is still confident that she has a sexy and beautiful appearance, but she hides the advantages of these women very well: she wears glasses when she is working, and wears strict and conservative clothes. But at home, I am obedient to her and dare not disobey her at all. She would marry me mainly because I was chasing after me.

I am not a man who sees differences and wants to change, and forgets the old. I am not only loyal to my wife, but also very afraid. After four years of marriage, my love for my wife has not faded day by day, and I still love her very much. I love her to the point of obedience to her, and I regard her words as sacred orders; when she frowns, I panic; when she orders, I will die; when she smiles, my heart is full of joy.

I am a relatively timid person, but sometimes I feel that Ai Liling can even die. And she almost killed me afterward, but that was later.

Speaking back to the days when I first met her, on the first date, I took her to the revolving restaurant of the best hotel to eat western food, and then sent her home. When she said goodbye to me and was about to enter the house, I pulled her back, hugged her in my arms, and kissed her in the fragrant night.

in this wayAfter dating for the third month, she was already mine, and she gave me her first night. That night, I put my whole face on her shoulder, rubbing my cheeks gently there, with infinite attachment, I proposed to her, and she didn’t refuse. She just made two requests to me. The first is that she is not allowed to interfere in her private life after marriage. No matter what she does, I have no control over it. The second is that I must listen to her as much as possible and obey her request. If I can’t do it, she can leave me at any time.

Although I know that these two requests are a bit too much, but looking at her overly beautiful and coquettish eyes, and thinking that I can be with my beauty god every day after marriage, my bones are almost shattered. How could I refuse her request!

Six months later, we got married. I took out all my savings, paid the down payment, and then borrowed from the bank to buy a two-bedroom, one-living room of seven or eight meters.

On our wedding night, I was 27 and still a virgin.

After finishing all the other things that night, my wife and I went to bed. This was the first time I lay on the same bed with her. I was very excited. The dream I had for several years was finally coming true. I knelt on the bed and crazily kissed my beautiful wife who was lying quietly, from face to neck, tall breasts, toned buttocks, and snow-white round toes. Finally, I moved my mouth to her most mysterious and lascivious flowery place and kissed wildly…

In the first year after marriage, I was as happy as a fairy. We also had a period of time like sugar, honey, glue, and paint. At that time, I loved my new wife very much, and I paid for three meals a day, so as not to tire my new wife. My wife and I, who were originally lazy, became very hardworking when we were together. We mopped the floor, wiped the table, made the bed and folded the quilt.

I spoil her in every way, and give her all my salary. Because I have been worrying, facing all kinds of outstanding men, whether my wife will dump me in a heartbeat. To be honest, I felt somewhat unworthy of Li Ling in my heart. I was only 1.68 meters tall, average-looking, and thin. I had neither money nor background. This inferiority complex has haunted me ever since I got married, which is why I work so hard to get ahead.

Li Ling is a very clean person. Not only does she dress neatly and beautifully, but also the room is always cleaned. She did it in the first year of marriage. After that, the housework of cleaning the room was all my responsibility, and she was very picky about my performance.

Li Ling is the kind of person who looks simple and honest on the surface, but there is always a fire of rebellion burning in her bones. After a year of marriage, we sometimes quarreled over small things, but they were all small quarrels, and they all ended in my failure. In four years of marriage, not only had she always had the upper hand, but she was always the one who had problems, throwing out unexpected tantrums when things were calm.

In the third year of marriage, I can clearly feel the change in her. She often pointed the finger at me, and often quarreled with me because of some trivial things, which made me very headache. I found that she often sat alone silently, and didn’t like to share with me what was on her mind. She seldom does housework, occasionallyA meal will make a mess in the kitchen, and I always put things away in silence at this time.