My Wife's True Story 10-18

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(10)
My female classmate, while trying to get up from the bed, said, "I'm not going to mess around with you anymore, I'm going back to sleep."
My wife said, "Since you're already here, let's talk for a while. I'm too excited from drinking to sleep."
Seeing this, my classmate went along with it and lay down on the bed, still muttering to me, "You really need to control your jerk husband." My wife laughed and pulled the blanket over her.
I went around to the edge of the bed and lay down next to my wife.
I was on the far end, my wife was in the middle, and she was on the far end.
The atmosphere became a little awkward.
Neither of us knew what to say, so I tried to make conversation with my wife, saying, "She hasn't slept either." My wife teased my classmate, "Even country bumpkins are too excited to sleep on their first trip to the city." My classmate said, "I do want to sleep, but you two are making such a racket, it's driving me crazy." I chimed in, "If I had known this would happen, I would have lent you my bed." /Y7l-p-? (1. As soon as I finished speaking, my wife immediately said, "That's right, it's not like we haven't used it before." My classmate, upon hearing this, said, "You two must be crazy." I pretended to be crazy because I was drunk, and suddenly... I was standing in the middle of everyone.
My classmate tried to get up and run away, but I pulled him back and put my arm around him. So, I had one arm around her and one arm around my wife.
The three of us lay there quietly without saying a word, and we could feel each other's heartbeats.
Suddenly, a hand touched my penis. Judging from the direction, the hand belonged to my wife.
This scene might seem exciting to outsiders, but at the time I was extremely nervous. Not only was I not excited, but it felt like my penis wasn't even mine anymore. It was completely limp and I couldn't feel anything.
My wife teased me, "You useless thing...") "This guy, with two beautiful women in his arms, didn't react at all." I turned and kissed my wife fiercely, breaking the ice. My female classmate also reached out and hugged me.
The two women's hands alternately caressed my sensitive areas. Later, I moved to the outermost part of the bed, and my wife and I hugged her from both sides, caressing each other. Suddenly, she and my wife kissed. This was the first time I had ever truly witnessed two women caressing each other, and I never expected it to feel so beautiful… In the middle, I tried to penetrate my classmate, but it didn't work. My initially excited penis went soft as soon as it reached the entrance.
I think it was probably because I was afraid of my wife, worried that she wouldn't accept it, and also because I wasn't fully psychologically prepared, so I had a strange feeling. This strange feeling prevented me from fully letting go.
However, the sensory stimulation was already intense enough.
After a while, the alcohol made me a little dizzy. The two of them cuddled together, talking intermittently, while I slowly drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, I was shaken awake. I opened my eyes and saw it was my classmate, already dressed. I wasn't quite there yet. Looking at the bed, my wife wasn't there. I asked her, "Where's XX?" She said, "She's cooking in the kitchen. Get up." I pulled her close and kissed her.
Then I got up.
That was the end of it. My classmate attended a three-day conference, and when she left, my wife and I went to the airport to see her off.
Seeing how reluctant they were to part, I realized they were both very sincere.
It turned out... That feeling of having ulterior motives was gone.
Afterwards, I talked to my wife about it several times, trying to understand her true motives for asking me to go to another room that night. Each time, she explained it as: "I was drunk."
So I stopped pressing her.
Now, I understand my wife's actions that night as follows:
First, there was an element of excitement, but not much.
Second, perhaps it stemmed from a sense of atonement within her. Although I don't believe she committed a grave mistake, that brief affair years ago remains a knot she can't untie.
Third, she wanted to use this method to firmly grasp my heart.
Perhaps there was some of each of these elements, or perhaps none at all.
If you carefully observe women, you'll find that they possess many mysteries you'll never fully understand.
(XI)
After this near-NP experience, I purposefully read some articles about NP online.
I discovered a very interesting phenomenon: the vast majority of men don't seem to really like the two-woman-one-man arrangement.
Based on my experience, I think this sentiment is very real and quite normal.
This isn't hard to understand. Since ancient times, Chinese people have considered sex a very taboo and shameful thing; the topic of sex has always been very sensitive.
Although Confucius said long ago, "Food and sex are human nature," his later disciples, especially from Zhu Xi onwards, have consistently advocated the suppression of human nature.
The suppression and abuse of women, in particular, is appalling.
It's as if women, both physically and psychologically, are inherently appendages of men.
Therefore, even today, most men still... While some husbands engage in extramarital affairs, shamelessly advocating "white deception," others, with a sliver of conscience, succumb to guilt towards their wives while seeking pleasure elsewhere.
Deep-rooted traditional values are extremely difficult to break.
Therefore, many women can only choose to turn a blind eye to their husbands' infidelity—a helpless concession. In
most Chinese families, the economic foundation is generally controlled and dominated by the man, which places women at a disadvantage within the superstructure of marriage. Furthermore, even in families where women are economically independent, their innate maternal instincts make them more family-oriented than men, leading to a stronger sense of responsibility towards children and the elderly. Coupled with subconscious traditional patriarchal beliefs, women… They can only suppress themselves.
Returning to the initial topic of NP (Netorare), so far, this topic remains confined to online conversations with strangers. No one dares to mention it to familiar friends or family in real life, unless it's a friendship that has blossomed from online to real-life.
Zhao Benshan once said in an interview, "In China, telling a few truths is taken as humor." Yes, we've become accustomed to pretense. Even worse, telling the truth is often seen as hypocrisy, even if the listener finds what you say perfectly normal, they'll still verbally condemn you.
For example, many of those who speak out against injustice are clearly insincere, yet they still speak out and condemn with righteous indignation.
Rational people don't need to be angry about this, because they are deceiving themselves.
We don't need to punish ourselves for people's stupidity . Let 's
analyze the pressure on a man in a situation involving two women and one man with his wife present: First, psychologically, if you don't deeply love your wife, you don't need to do this; if you do love your wife, you'll be very worried that she'll be angry or unhappy due to jealousy. No matter how well you communicate beforehand, you can't eliminate this psychological pressure unless you're not a very responsible man. Second, physiologically, due to the physiological structure of men and women, unless both women have bisexual tendencies, one of them will always be excluded, and one woman will always be temporarily neglected. Even if the women don't mind this neglect, as a man, you'll feel an invisible pressure and guilt.
This pressure and guilt can easily lead to weakness, making the whole process very regrettable.
If that's the case, you might as well go on a date with your lover alone; that would be more passionate and wouldn't directly harm your wife.
Since our unsuccessful near-partner relationship, my female classmate came to our city again. My wife still wanted her to stay with us, but I stopped her, which made me feel really awkward.
The three of us still get along very well, and when I'm alone with her, the ambiguous feelings from before are gone. We
occasionally hold hands, or hug and kiss, that's all.
Sometimes, this kind of intimacy is more enjoyable than sex.
She often calls my house, but most of the time she talks to my wife. Even when I answer, we only exchange a few words before I hand the phone to my wife, letting the two women chatter on. The topics are incredibly boring to a man: for example, she just had a fight with her husband, so my wife helps her scold him; or my wife and I just had a fight, and the two of them are both nagging me on the phone.
From that moment on, I completely broke off all contact with my former lover, and I never lied to my wife about having sex with other women again.
This wasn't because I was particularly self-disciplined, nor was it because I was upholding any promise to my wife; it was entirely voluntary.
Men who frequent hotels and restaurants often have this feeling: when you suddenly realize the warmth of home, you'll feel that no matter how luxurious the hotel, it's not as comfortable as your own bed; no matter how lavish the banquet, it's not as delicious as the few simple dishes on your family's small dining table.
When I recall my sexual encounters with other women, I truly feel that the most harmonious and comfortable sexual encounters come from my wife. That kind of intimate connection built on a solid emotional foundation is hard to achieve with other women.
I can give two simple examples to illustrate this: when my wife and I are having sex, as soon as I try to close my legs, she immediately bends and raises them, even changing positions before my movements have stopped.
What's most unbelievable is that no matter how deeply my wife sleeps, if I gently touch her head with my arm, she immediately lifts her head so I can put my arm under her head as a pillow, then turns and snuggles into my arms—all without her even realizing it.
Sometimes I envy men who are so at ease in the world of pleasure; I wonder how they can be so passionate with strange women.
I can't do that. I've always felt that sex should be based on feelings and communication; at the very least, the two people can't be complete strangers. Otherwise, the more you think about it, the more awkward it becomes. It's like a strange man on the street taking off his socks and handing them to you, and you keep wearing them—I think very few people would agree to that.
Due to my work, I've often had opportunities to frequent entertainment venues over the years, but without exception, I choose to drink or have tea alone.
Colleagues and friends often sincerely praise me for being very virtuous.
But they don't know that, in terms of bad deeds, I've probably done more than them, just in different ways. In essence, my past actions of seducing respectable women were far more despicable.
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My wife is basically a computer novice. At work, she only does basic computer operations, and at home, she doesn't go online much. Her MSN usage is mainly limited to contacting classmates or family.
Starting a few years ago, I would occasionally show her some of Li Yinhe's rational articles.
-- Here, I want to reiterate a few points: Some people say that Li Yinhe is leading everyone down the path of evil.
This is absolutely a major misunderstanding.
If practice precedes theory, then that theory might play a guiding role. However, when theory arises from practice, it is a summary of that practice.
Only such a theory can become a coherent theory.
This is what is commonly referred to as "theory originates from practice."
Before Li Yinhe's rational analysis, homosexuality, sadomasochism, group sex, and other such things were all real.
Therefore, Li Yinhe did not mislead anyone.
On the contrary, Li Yinhe simply analyzes your actions after they occur: why you should do this.
She absolutely does not command you before your actions: how you should do it.
-- This point must be clearly understood first.
Let me give you an example. Take a weaver bird, for instance. It makes its nest beautiful, but before finishing it, it doesn't know what the nest will look like, nor does it understand its purpose. In the process of weaving, it acts purely on instinct—that's what animals are like. Humans are
different. Humans possess agency. Human actions are simultaneously governed by will and consciousness; that is, when a person does something, they know why they are doing it.
This is what is commonly referred to as "proactive agency."
However, we often find ourselves in a state of confusion, doing many things without understanding what we are doing or what we are doing.
Li Yinhe plays this role: "Making you clear about what you did, whether what you did was right or wrong," thus distinguishing humans from animals.
It was with this initial intention that I consciously showed my wife Li Yinhe's articles. I did this not to corrupt her (besides, it's impossible to corrupt her this way), but simply because I was worried she might feel psychological pressure, self-blame, or even regret about what had happened.
Knowing what happened is easy, but knowing why it happened is difficult.
This requires a patient process of guidance.
As it turns out, what I did was completely correct.
Later, my wife told me that she regretted what happened that night after she sobered up the next morning. Her regret wasn't because she had given me the opportunity to be intimate with her female classmate, but because she was afraid that I would be despicable and vulgar.
She cared about my feelings and was afraid that I would look down on her because of it.
However, with my proper guidance, her psychological barrier was eliminated.
Sometimes when I'm intimate with my wife, I ask her, "When you meet a very handsome and outstanding man, do you ever feel your heart flutter?" My wife honestly says, "Yes, but it's limited to feeling a flutter and occasional fantasies. I don't have any desire to actually do anything with him because I've filled her heart too much." These words moved me deeply. What moved me was her honesty.
(XIII)
Before continuing my story, I still want to talk about "cheating".
In many cases, infidelity differs fundamentally between men and women: men's infidelity stems from a disregard for reason, while women's is the opposite: women's infidelity stems from an awakening of reason; men, when infidelity, focus on physical and sensory stimulation, while women, when infidelity, focus more on emotional exchange.
Desire is the direct cause of infidelity.
However, the nature of desire differs significantly between men and women when infidelity. Men's desire is closer to primal animalistic lust, while women's infidelity often stems from a desire for communication, a desire to be cared for and loved by the opposite sex, or even a desire for attention and respect ignited after long-term neglect by their husbands.
This is why I have always disliked reading purely erotic articles that portray women as extremely lewd and explicit.
Unless it's a professional prostitute acting out of professional necessity, very few real women in life can truly portray themselves that way.
This isn't fiction, nor is it related to repression; it stems from a woman's nature.
Let's talk about "infidelity" again.
The concept of "sexual intimacy" in Chinese is complex. First comes the track, then the train runs on it. The train travels wherever the track leads. When the train is running normally on the track, it cannot be defined as "derailment."
Similarly, in a marriage, if your "track" is limited to sexual intercourse between husband and wife, then when one party crosses this boundary, it's called infidelity.
However, if the sexual track extends beyond the marriage and is genuinely accepted by both partners, then when the train of desire travels along the track laid jointly by the couple to someone else, it still doesn't constitute infidelity.
As for where the track leads, that depends on each couple.
You can't force someone to do something against their will, nor can you simply imitate others; otherwise, the consequences can be very serious.
Whenever I see men online desperately trying to get their wives to accept this kind of "couples' intimacy," I worry for them.
I want to ask: Do you truly understand the full meaning of "couples' intimacy"? Are you truly prepared emotionally? Does your wife have sufficient psychological resilience? Is it merely a one-sided desire for that kind of alternative stimulation? If that's the case, I advise you to stop immediately and abandon this dangerous game unless you want to destroy your family.
If you're only trying to change the reality of a lack of passion in your marriage, if you're only trying to change the bland and uneventful state of your relationship by engaging in casual sex, it's like trying to find pleasure through drugs.
The final damage will be fatal.
For example, how long can a marriage last if two couples marry solely out of lust without any emotional foundation? Similarly, how long can the passion last if you hastily engage in casual sex just for a different kind of stimulation? When the passion fades, you won't be able to face the even more mundane reality of life, and, more seriously, you may face unspeakable psychological barriers between you and your wife.
A healthy bird flying out of an eighth-floor window faces the blue sky where it can soar freely, while a person flying out of an eighth-floor window faces being shattered to pieces.
So, when you try to fly out of the window, never forget to rationally check: do you have wings to soar through the sky?
I want to remind those eager to engage in marital intimacy to be extremely cautious.
Marital intimacy itself is a wonderful thing, but if done poorly, it can be fatal.
Like opium, a moderate amount can be used as medicine when appropriate, but simple overuse will damage a person's health. I won't go into those empty theories; let's continue with our story.
I believe many couples are very loving, so I want to ask my fellow men a question: Do you often feel that your wife is like your daughter? -- Let me clarify, I am strongly opposed to incest. I'm referring to that kind of heartfelt love. Like every time I hold my daughter, feeling that little life warmly against me. At that moment, you feel that this little life is your whole life. She is your whole world. When my daughter was very young, I often held her and said to my wife, "Honey, the thought of some bastard taking our daughter away from me one day makes me want to chop him up." My wife would say, "Fine, you're ruthless. Let your daughter never get married." As my daughter grew up, and because we were away from her for long periods, every time I saw her, I was struck by how astonishingly different she had become. From the moment I was moved to tears when she first called me "Dad," to now, when she deliberately teases me, I can't hit or scold her. In moments of anger, I can only hide away and give myself a couple of slaps. However, most of the time, in my daughter's eyes, one word from her father is more effective than a thousand words from her mother. Many of my daughter's actions are considered outrageous by my wife, but she doesn't know that I secretly support many of her mischievous behaviors. For example, she often makes up nicknames for me; she often associates me with some villain on TV. These actions were once intolerable to my wife, but I didn't care. I don't know if you've read Yang Huanshi's writings about Qian Zhongshu. Qian Zhongshu was even more mischievous than his daughter. My wife, in my eyes, is like another daughter. When she's being a little girl, she's incredibly proper. But if our daughter isn't home, she doesn't act like a grown-up at all. She has no manners, no posture, shakes her head, and even talks nonsense—all of this is entirely due to my influence. For example, when it's just the two of us at home, I often call her, "My dear daughter!" She replies, "You old geezer, what's wrong with you?" Sometimes I'm lying on the sofa reading, and she comes over and unzips my pants. I ask warily, "What are you doing?" She says, "None of your business." Then she pulls out my penis, holds it in her hand, and tilts her head, saying, "This is mine!" I say, "Yes, it's yours, cut it off and take it." My wife says, "No, I'll leave it with you. You have to take good care of it for me, and you can't lend it out without my permission." "For someone else to use..." When I'm having sex with my wife, I often tease her like this: "Honey, I'm old and useless. I'll find you a handsome young man tomorrow." My wife will definitely act very impatient and say, "Okay, okay, hurry up! I've long since lost interest in you, you old geezer." Sometimes, I really do have that thought about finding a handsome young man for my wife. This isn't because I enjoy imagining how exciting it would be for my beloved woman to be under a red man; it's more about Confucius's saying: "Food and sex are human nature." Sex is as ordinary as eating. Wakin Chau has a song: "My dearest baby, I want to cross mountains to find the lost sun, to find the lost moon; my dearest baby, I want to cross oceans to find the lost rainbow, to catch the fleeting shooting star; I want to fly to the endless night sky, to pluck a star for you to play with; I want to touch the moon with my own hands, and write your name on it..." This song was sung by Wakin Chau to his daughter, but many people mistakenly believe it's a love song. However, this misunderstanding is quite apt; it is indeed a love song. The emotions in the song can only be understood by men who truly love their wives. A wife's first physical contact with another man is infidelity, an experience painful for both of us, stemming from betrayal. However, even for couples who have never had an affair, psychologically speaking, both men and women may occasionally experience longing for other members of the opposite sex outside of marriage. This longing is perfectly normal. This longing, or infatuation, is often not necessarily driven by a desire for betrayal, but simply by curiosity. Human beings' continuous exploration is largely driven by this curiosity about the unknown. Therefore, I decided to find an opportunity to satisfy my wife's curiosity. However, this couldn't be rushed. At the very least, I needed to make her understand that her actions were based on my unwavering support; I needed to let her know that I was her strong backing. Only under these circumstances could my wife relax without any reservations. Zhuangzi, one of the fifteen founders of Taoism, always advocated governing through non-action, which is also the most fundamental concept of Taoism: "Nothing is impossible without nothing." The thoughts of various schools of thought in China are interconnected in many ways. For example, the concept of "no thought."

In military strategy, this aligns with Sun Tzu's concept of "subduing the enemy without fighting,"
a strategy of total victory.
Of course, this "nothingness" is only superficial, similar to the saying "a gentleman loves, but acquires in a proper way." This "nothingness" doesn't mean doing nothing. For example, if you're an ordinary employee who wants a promotion, how do you get one? Ask the boss for a promotion? You might get fired. In this situation, what you need to do most is to do your current job well and seize opportunities to showcase your talents in areas outside your job description. If you do this, promotion is inevitable.
This is
the true meaning of "governing through nothingness.
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Applying this concept to a marital relationship means: don't deliberately try to find ways to be passionate, don't be passionate for the sake of passion. If you truly love your wife and consider her your one and only in this life (note that "one and only" refers to your one true love), if you truly prioritize your family, then prove it with your actions by wholeheartedly caring for and protecting her.
Based on my own experience, let me tell you that if you wholeheartedly love your wife, then after making the aforementioned efforts, you and she will truly become close friends. In this situation, whatever you want to do, she will support you, and this support will be genuine.
To use a somewhat inappropriate analogy: it's like you can go to a brothel with your best friend without feeling awkward about it.
-- So, if you want to try having sexual relations with your spouse, why wouldn't she support you? With the psychological barrier gone, would she refuse the opportunity to relax? This method is similar to the encirclement and suppression tactics used by the Eighth Route Army and the New Fourth Army during the War of Resistance Against Japan.
You can try it; it might give you a pleasant surprise.
And ultimately, your home is you, your wife, and your family.
Now, let's get back to our story.
I have never seriously said to my wife, "Honey, I'm going to find you a handsome guy on a certain day to satisfy your curiosity." Although I occasionally tease her during sex, I never do it like that normally. No matter what she thinks, I feel awkward.
In Taoist thought, there is a famous concept: "When things happen, respond to them; when things go, let them go." Many people know this saying, but many people cannot do it. I say this not because I am sure I have done it.
For example, finding a wallet is called "things happen," and I am happy, which is called "responding to them." However, if I lose my wallet, I cannot "let it go," and I will feel heartbroken. That being
said, "it is difficult to do"
should not be a reason for us to refuse.
Even if we cannot do it completely, we can at least try a little, such as interpreting "responding to things happen" as "patiently waiting for the right time to do it." The right
time finally came, but I did not expect it beforehand.
(Sixteen)
In August of one year, my wife and I agreed to take our annual leave and go on a tour together.
Before we got married, we often dreamed of traveling together to the rainforests of Xishuangbanna or the vast grasslands of Jigu, often imagining the romance of the ancient Loulan Kingdom and the pristine beauty of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
Many years have passed since our marriage, and due to work and life commitments, our travel plans have been repeatedly postponed.
This time, we finally made up our minds to put aside all the seemingly endless chores and take a relaxing two-week trip.
We researched our travel route for a long time, ultimately abandoning our previous long-desired destinations because of the limited time. Finally, we signed up for a tour group from China Railway Travel Service, starting in Zhangjiajie, Hunan, and continuing to Guangzhou and Shenzhen.
Our main destination was Zhangjiajie.
Most of the tour group consisted of couples or partners, and some were families of three.
There was only one lone traveler—a tall, handsome young man in his twenties studying at a university in Guangzhou; let's call him Xiao C. He was using the two weeks before the start of the semester to travel to university.
C is very outgoing, sunny, and cheerful. He was in the next berth with my wife and me on the train and quickly became friends with us.
His youthful way of thinking and carefree style often made my wife and me laugh out loud, making us feel like we were back in our carefree student days.
In the following days, he became our little helper. Whether shopping or in scenic spots, my wife and I traveled light—food and other necessities were all stuffed into his backpack. Even when shopping on the street, my wife would confidently shove the bags into his hands and command, "Carry them obediently." He would obediently take them, while deliberately making a gloomy face: "Oh my god, why is my life so miserable?" I told him, "You should be secretly happy. This is giving you a free lesson, letting you know how troublesome women can be, so you won't be caught off guard." Some men may just be born knowing how to get along with women.
This little boy was one of those people. He often used seemingly mischievous actions to evoke his wife's tenderness. For example, while walking down the street, he suddenly stopped in front of a food stall and pleaded with my wife, "Sister, have pity on me, I'm starving!" My wife and I had no choice but to sit there with him, watching him devour those inexplicable snacks that neither of us were interested in. My
wife rested her chin on her hand, smiling at him as if he were her own brother or child.
In Zhangjiajie, while hiking, my wife's new hiking shoes rubbed her heels raw, making her limp. With no shoes to change into, she was in great pain.
We had brought band-aids, but they were in Xiao C's backpack, and Xiao C wasn't with the group.
We didn't know where he'd gone off to.
My wife, furious, sat on the ground cursing, "That damned thing! He left without a word! He should have left my bag!" I was at a loss, and could only comfort her, "If it's really necessary, you can wear my shoes. I'll just walk barefoot.
"
My wife said, "Fine, just bear with it. If we walk barefoot on this mountain path, I'll have to find someone to carry you down." Just as we were both frowning in worry, we saw Little C running up the mountain from the bottom, panting and covered in sweat. Before he could say anything, my wife started yelling at him, "You rascal, where have you been? Hurry up and give me my bag!" Little C grinned without saying a word, and in the blink of an eye, as if by magic, he pulled a pair of shoes out of his bag. They were just ordinary rubber-soled cloth shoes, ugly in appearance, but very comfortable to wear.
My wife and I were very surprised and asked in unison, "Did you run down to buy shoes?" You know, that's a round trip of nearly four or five kilometers.
Little C chuckled and said, "It's nothing, I'm athletic, this little distance is nothing. I can cover it in the blink of an eye." He then handed his shoes to his wife, saying, "Sis, change into these quickly." This gesture moved my wife and me to tears.
After changing her shoes, my wife's discomfort completely disappeared.
I said to Little C, "Give me your backpack quickly, you can rest for a bit." Little C casually replied, "Brother, you look down on me like that? This little distance is nothing." Along the way, we took many photos together, but hadn't taken a group photo yet. During a rest break halfway up the mountain, Little C pulled out his camera and handed it to me. I said, "Why don't you take a picture with your sister?" My wife happily ran to his side and naturally hugged his neck. Through the lens, I noticed Little C's face suddenly flushed red with embarrassment.
After taking the picture, I teased Xiao C, saying, "You'd better be careful, don't let your girlfriend see this photo, or you're dead." Xiao C had calmed down by then and said, "What's there to be afraid of? Who can stop me from taking a picture with my older sister?" That night, after returning to the hotel and taking a shower, my wife lay on the bed, and I massaged her.
My wife sighed, "Little C is such a good boy. I wonder which lucky girl will marry him." I said, "What? Getting greedy? Should we try to win him over?" My wife slapped me and said, "You're so shameless, ruining a young man's life!" I said, "What young man? If he hadn't gone to graduate school, he would be working by now. When I was his age, you would have already dragged me down with you." During the ensuing sexual activity, I asked my wife again, "Honey, really, do you really like him? If you do, I'll arrange it for you." My wife thought for a moment and said, "I can't say it out loud. People will think I'm a lovesick fool. That would be embarrassing." I said, "That's none of your concern. I'll arrange it for you. Everything will fall into place." The next afternoon, we were back on the train heading to our next stop, Guiyang.
Little C was still all smiles.
In contrast, my wife was much quieter, probably because of our conversation the night before.
My wife lay quietly on her bunk reading a magazine, but every time Xiao C made a noise in the opposite bunk, she would steal a glance, clearly harboring ulterior motives.
In the middle of the night, while Xiao C wandered around the red carriage, I jumped down from the middle bunk and sat next to my wife, whispering in her ear, "What were you thinking about just now?" My wife pretended not to understand, saying, "What? I was reading." I said, "Don't lie to me, let me check."
I then reached for her pants, and she hit me with a magazine, saying, "Come on, there are so many people on the train, what are you doing?" Looking at her face, it was flushed red with embarrassment.
The train arrived in Guiyang in the morning. The itinerary was tight; we spent the day in Guiyang and then headed to Guangzhou that evening.
I'm very familiar with Guiyang; I've been there several times on business trips. So, when the train arrived, I said to my wife and Xiao C, "You two go on a tour. I don't want to get off. I've been so tired these past few days; a day of rest is perfect." Xiao C readily agreed, "Don't worry about my sister; I'm a natural protector.
"
My wife awkwardly said, "Since we're here, let's go sightseeing together." I winked at her secretly, "I come here often; there's nothing much to do. You two go ahead." There were two reasons I didn't want to get off. First, I really didn't want to revisit a place I was already very familiar with.
Second, and most importantly, I wanted to give them some time alone.
Watching my wife and Xiao C walk side-by-side on the platform, watching Xiao C gesturing and talking to my wife,
I felt a deep sense of peace and sweetness, without a trace of jealousy. It felt like a father watching his grown daughter happily go on a date with her lover
—this feeling is very natural when you consider your wife's happiness and joy the most important thing in your life.
Of course, there was an even more important reason for this feeling: full confidence in himself, his wife, and their marriage.
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In the afternoon, the two of them returned to the car. It was clear that they had a great time and brought me back a lot of food.
The three of us sat around the tea table and started eating dinner.
Xiao C sat opposite me and told me about the day's events and some interesting stories, including seeing the police arrest a drug dealer on the street.
My wife sat next to me, not in a hurry to eat, but just hugged my arm and rested her head on my shoulder. I could feel that my wife was looking at Xiao C with love. Xiao C, on the other hand, still looked carefree and cheerful.
The train journey was very long. Since our tour train was a temporary one, there was no fixed schedule. Sometimes it would stop for several hours at a small, well-known station.
When we were bored, the three of us played cards to pass the time.
By this time, Xiao C had become completely like family with the two of us, calling us "brother," "elder brother," "older sister," and "beautiful lady" all the time. My wife was often amused by him.
The train finally arrived in Guangzhou on a sunny morning, as planned.
Little C proudly told us, "This is my second hometown. We don't need a tour guide here; I'm an excellent one." At this time of year, most of southern China is hot, and Guangzhou is no exception, though the mornings are still pleasant.
After getting off the train, the group went to the accommodations arranged by the travel agency—a very nice three-star hotel.
After settling in, the three of us left the group to explore on our own.
Little C, with his experience, said, "Most tour destinations are shopping areas, not very fun." So, led by Little C, we happily wandered around.
At one point, I took a moment to say to my wife, "I'm going to a classmate's house tonight; it's up to you now." My wife feigned surprise and reluctance, saying, "Are you serious? Are you crazy?" I patted her cheek and said, "Be careful, don't worry. If it doesn't feel right, stop. Don't be nervous." My wife blushed and said, "We'll see." Around 4 PM, we got tired of shopping and decided to return to the hotel.
After having lunch at the restaurant on the first floor…
Back in my room, I called a college classmate who lived in Guangzhou. Hearing my voice, he thought I was at home. I said, "Hey kid, I'm in Guangzhou." He excitedly exclaimed on the other end, "Oh my god, grandpa, where are you? I'll come pick you up right away!" So, we agreed to meet near my hotel an hour later.
Meanwhile, my wife was incredibly nervous.
She kept asking me, "Can you stop messing around?"
I hugged her and said, "Honey, really, don't be nervous. If you feel awkward or unhappy, just don't do anything. I'll tell him to come over, but I won't give him any real instructions to avoid embarrassment. The rest is up to you two. I'll be back tomorrow morning." Before leaving, my wife hugged me from behind, and we walked towards the door, her lips twitching:
"Honey, you're such a brat, let's stop playing, okay?"
Reaching the door, I turned back, hugged her, and gently kissed her, saying, "Sweetie, don't be scared, your husband will always be there for you. Like I said, if you're not happy, don't force yourself. My phone's always on, you can call me back anytime." After saying that, I left the room and went to Xiao C's place. Xiao C was fiddling with the TV in his room. I said to him, "I'm going to meet an old classmate I haven't seen in years tonight. When you're free, go keep your sister company so she won't be bored. Also, I forgot to massage her shoulders; they always hurt when she walks too much." Xiao C said, "Hey, it's not a female classmate, is it?" I kicked him, "Kids shouldn't ask around." After saying that, I left the hotel.
(18)
A classmate from Guangzhou, who was my roommate in college. Her hometown is a small city in the north. During college, she hooked up with a well-connected girl from Guangzhou, and after graduation, we were both assigned to Guangzhou.
Since graduation, we haven't seen each other, but we've kept in touch by phone.
When we met, this guy, with the typical hearty and straightforward manner of a northerner, ran over to me shouting and hugging me tightly, spinning me around a few times.
He asked me, "Are you in Guangzhou on business or personal matters?"
I didn't mention that I was traveling with my wife, otherwise he would definitely have invited her. I said, "It's just some business, but it's all done. I was planning to go back tonight, but I wanted to see you, so I changed my plans to leave tomorrow. You have to take me in tonight, otherwise I'll be homeless." My classmate said, "No problem, I can give you my whole house to live in." I said, "It would be best if you left your wife too." My classmate punched me hard and said, "Still the same shameless face you used to have." Sitting in the car, I asked my classmate, "Where are we going now?" My classmate said, "Nowhere, just home. I called your aunt, she and the housekeeper are preparing dinner at home." Haha, he called his wife my aunt. We've been making this kind of joke since we were in school. Back in college, dating was a secretive thing, and we could only hide in the dorm. Every time he brought his girlfriend back to the dorm, he would say, "Kids, your aunt is here, get out of here!" So, everyone would curse and reluctantly leave the dorm.
That evening, we drank over a pound of strong liquor, reminiscing about our student days while sighing and discussing our work frustrations, occasionally cursing, "Fuck it all..." It seems people are never truly satisfied. Take my classmate, for example; if he hadn't hooked up with someone powerful, he might still be a lowly township official in some unknown small town, or worse, maybe eating chalk dust in some cramped school.
Looking at him now, his career is thriving, his father-in-law, though retired, has already arranged everything, and he even has a maid who silently endures their exploitation.
After drinking a certain amount of alcohol, we started drinking tea, chatting about everything under the sun, the conversation seemingly endless. At one point, I missed my wife and made a phone call. I asked, "How are you?" My wife didn't answer directly, only saying, "Honey, drink less, and come home early tomorrow." I said, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Cheer up, I love you." My classmate, seeing me calling home, grabbed my phone, saying, "Let me say a few words to my nephew's wife." I quickly hung up.
My classmate scoffed, "Damn, your kids are all grown up, what are you pretending to be young for? 'I love you,' how cheesy!" I spat at him and said, "You don't know anything." That night, my classmate and I chatted until after 1 a.m. His wife came into the living room twice and mocked, "Hmm, not bad, finally found someone to brag to. You two better stop." My classmate said, "Damn, I haven't been this happy in years." The next morning, my classmate insisted on taking me to the airport, saying I really had to leave Guangzhou. I said, "You don't need to worry about me. I'll just wander around and buy some things for my wife and kids. The airport bus is convenient; I can go anytime." So, my classmate went to work, and we parted ways. I took a taxi back to the hotel.
On the way, I called my wife to tell her I was back.
I used my room card to open the door and entered the room. My wife hadn't gotten up yet, lying face down under the blanket. I knew she was pretending to be asleep.
I went over and lay down beside her, patting her on the shoulder. "Did you have a long night? You must be exhausted." My wife turned and hugged me, burying her face in my chest, playfully punching me with her little fists, muttering, "You're so naughty, so naughty, so naughty..." I turned her face away, yanked off the towel covering her, and said, "I need to check on my husband, Belle, to see if any parts are missing." My wife laughed and ran into the bathroom.
While she was showering, I glanced around the room; both beds were a mess.
It seemed they had had a very passionate night.
Perhaps because I had drunk too much last night, my head was still foggy, and I couldn't make sense of it.
I turned on the TV and randomly picked a channel.
A little while later, my wife came out of the shower, wrapped herself in a towel, jumped onto the bed, and hugged me.
I asked her, "Honey, did you have fun last night?"
My wife thought for a moment and said, "Honey, you won't blame me, will you?"
I hugged her and said, "What, silly girl."
My wife said, "He was really amazing. He basically kept me going all night, doing it five times. I felt like we were back in the early days of our marriage. My back is still sore." I said, "Let's not go out today. You should rest for a day." My wife looked into my eyes and said from the bottom of her heart, "Honey, thank you for everything you've given me." I asked her, "When did he leave?" My wife said, "He went back around 5 a.m., afraid you'd see him when you came back. Before he left, he kept asking me, 'Am I being too unfair to my brother?'" I asked my wife, "You didn't tell him I agreed to this, did you?" My wife said, "How could I tell him? Besides, he wouldn't believe me anyway, and he might even retaliate." So, I hugged my wife and we slept until a little after 11 a.m. We got up, washed our faces, and went out for lunch together.
We knocked on Xiao C's door, but there was no response after a while. Just as my wife and I were about to leave, assuming he wasn't in, the door opened.
Xiao C stood there with red eyes, clearly still half asleep.
He looked at me, startled.
Afraid of embarrassing him, I avoided looking directly at him. As I walked towards the room, I teased him, "Kid, what mischief did you get up to last night? You're so sleepy!" Xiao C stammered, unable to say anything coherent. My wife quickly chimed in, saying, "Hurry up and wash your face, let's go downstairs for lunch." Xiao C, as if granted a pardon, agreed and quickly fled into the bathroom.
My wife nudged me and whispered, "You're so naughty."
At the lunch table, Xiao C's expression was very unnatural, his eyes constantly darting away from me.
Seeing this, I got mischievous again and said to him, "Kid, judging from my old-timer's perspective, you must have done something bad last night. Are you going to confess willingly, or wait for me to interrogate you?" Little C chuckled awkwardly and didn't say anything. My wife smoothed things over, saying to him, "Screw you, eat your food." I chimed in, "Hmm, I'll remind the others later if they have any wallets. I bet you were a pickpocket last night." This made my wife and Little C laugh.
The atmosphere returned to normal.
After lunch, because it was too hot, none of the three of us wanted to go out, so we went back to our room to play cards.
The afternoon passed in this cheerful atmosphere.
We stayed another night in Guangzhou. The travel agency's plan was to take the Guangzhou-Shenzhen high-speed train to Shenzhen the next day. The
tourist train we had taken here was waiting for us in Guangzhou.
That night, as we were going to bed, my wife told me in detail what had happened: Shortly after I left, Little C came to our room. At first, they chatted, and then the two of them played cards for a while.
Later, Xiao C said, "My older brother told me to massage your shoulders before he left." So, his wife obediently lay down on the bed, and Xiao C began massaging her shoulders and legs.
The atmosphere grew increasingly ambiguous, and his wife asked Xiao C, "What kind of girlfriend are you looking for?" Xiao C said, "I have a girlfriend now, but I just can't seem to find the right feeling, and it's unlikely we'll end up together after graduation." His wife asked, "What kind are you looking for?" Xiao C said, "I wish I could meet someone like you, sister." His wife said, "Don't worry about that. You're very cute and excellent. You'll definitely meet a girl much better than your sister. Your sister won't do anymore, she's too old." A normal man in this situation would definitely know what to do next, and so, everything happened naturally... The next day on the streets of Shenzhen, his wife playfully clung to Xiao C's arm, and Xiao C looked at me very nervously.
That scene reminded me of the Big Bad Wolf hugging the Little White Rabbit—except, the Big Bad Wolf wasn't him, but his wife.
I deliberately said to my wife, "Go ahead and torment children."
My wife proudly replied, "I'd love to. He's my brother, nobody can stop him." After a day of fun in Shenzhen, we returned to Guangzhou and took a bus back overnight. Little C went straight back to school. When we parted, my wife cried her eyes out, which made Little C tear up too. We left him both of our phones and told him to contact us if he needed anything.
His home is very close to our city, so we told him he could visit during his holidays and we'd be his tour guide.
On the train back, my wife sat alone on her berth, lost in thought. After a long while, she said to me, "Honey, everything that happened seems like a dream now." I said, "A nightmare or a beautiful dream?" My wife said, "I can't say for sure, but it's definitely not a nightmare." I thought for a moment and said, "Isn't life itself a kind of dream? Like the story of Zhuangzi dreaming of being a butterfly: being a butterfly is a dream for humans, but who can say for sure that being a human is also just a dream for a butterfly?" My wife didn't say anything, just leaned against me silently.
I patted her shoulder and said, "Honey, I know you miss him. It's okay, there will be many more opportunities to see each other in the future." My wife said, "Actually, I don't miss him that much as a person, but I keep thinking about what happened these past few days. Even if we see each other again, who knows if I'll still feel this way." I said, "Don't worry, respond to things as they come, let them go as they go. Take it one step at a time. Don't worry, I'm here for you."
"
After returning home and resting for two days, we spent those two days together in our own little world.
After this trip, I found that my wife was even more dependent on me.
As soon as I left her side for a moment, she would immediately call out, 'Honey, what are you doing?' Two days later, we went back to work, and life returned to normal."

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