Our first 3P experience

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What would it be like if my wife were with another man?
This question had lingered in my mind for a very long time. Fifteen years ago, when we first discussed this topic in bed, the forbidden imagination ignited our passion. This imagination became an indispensable ingredient in our pleasure. In life, we are conservative people, taking the maintenance of our family as our shared responsibility. We firmly believed that we would grow old together and sincerely strived for a better life. No matter what we encountered, we supported each other, and that's how we've come this far.

Fifteen years have passed, so much has changed, but our imaginations haven't.
Of course, they're just imaginations.

We imagined affairs, threesomes, and swapping together; we browsed websites together, exploring almost every imaginable thing that could stimulate our imaginations. But all of this remained confined to the bedroom; neither of us had the courage to discuss this ambiguous topic openly. Until two years ago, during a walk, she blushed and suddenly said, "If we really swapped, it would be troublesome if she developed feelings for someone else." This statement was sudden, but it became a milestone.
Soon, we met 123, and this special world suddenly opened up for us. After seeing more, I uploaded photos of my wife twice. The replies from friends excited her, and she received some messages. I tried chatting with her a few times, but nothing felt quite right. Of course, there were many other concerns.

My wife was already 38, the marks of time were quietly appearing, and I didn't know if these physical and psychological changes could hinder our hidden dream. Why not give it a try? Even just once…

Since relationship issues were her concern, then let's find someone a little older, and someone clean and civilized… I thought to myself secretly.

At the end of 2008, I met a college student from a local university online. Through chatting, everything matched my expectations. Before going to bed one time, I told my wife about it and showed her his photo. She looked at it for a while, her eyes flickering, and only said, "Pretty good." I told her: his name was Ming, 23 years old, a sophomore in college, had one previous relationship, and was both eager and somewhat timid to join a couple. My wife laughed: "He's 15 years older, he should call me 'Auntie'." I laughed too: "Don't try to act like an old lady." In the end, my wife didn't formally express her opinion, but that night, fueled by my exaggerated words, she climaxed while calling out Ming's name.
After a few more conversations, I gave Ming my wife's phone number. I clearly remember how bewildered my wife was when she first answered Ming's call. I secretly laughed to myself, and she pinched my thigh hard. I quickly slipped out onto the balcony and closed the door. At that moment, I needed to give them some space; otherwise, I really didn't know if my wife would develop aphasia.

The wind blew, and looking down at the street, cars and people passing by, I felt a mix of emotions.

Half an hour, or maybe half a century, my wife hugged me from behind. I turned around, lifted her flushed face, and asked with a smile, "How was it?" She pinched me again and said, "I don't know."
On January 20, 2009, we met Ming at a restaurant.

Ming's behavior was much better than I expected. He called her "sister-in-law" repeatedly, his words as sweet as honey, which gradually relaxed my wife, who was initially very awkward, and she began to act naturally like a real sister-in-law. After dinner, my wife asked Ming to go to the hotel she had booked, saying she had something to do with me. I nodded to Ming, and he left somewhat nervously.
My wife lowered her head, silent. I knew her inner conflict, because I wasn't completely unmoved either.
"It feels...it feels a little off," my wife muttered to herself. I put my arm around her waist, forcing a smile: "What? You think about it so much usually, but you really give up when it comes to action?" "The key is...he's so young, but I...I feel like I'm destroying the flowers of our motherland." I laughed loudly, and my wife chuckled too. I said, "It's a matter of mutual consent. Besides, who knows who's destroying whom?"

Actually, I knew that my wife still felt somewhat inferior. After all, she was nearly forty, and her figure wasn't as slender anymore. According to worldly views, how could she be with a pretty young man in his early twenties? So I said, "You're not looking for a husband, why worry about age? Besides, Ming has been eyeing you for a long time."
I don't quite remember what else I said. Finally, my wife, with a look of grim determination, said, "Let's go, let's see what happens."

Ming opened the door, his face clearly showing surprise. After we came in, he poured me water and offered me cigarettes. When he couldn't think of anything else to do, he sat down in a chair, unsure what to do with his hands. I laughed and said to my wife, "Look at you, can't you relax a little? Look how nervous you are with your little brother." The truth is often the best way to resolve awkward situations. Sure enough, my wife, who had been sitting upright, smiled, and Ming smiled too, saying, "I was just afraid my sister-in-law would be unhappy." My wife gave Ming a gentle look and said, "What could be unhappy about?"

I told Ming to go take a shower first, and then talked to my wife for a while, trying to get her to completely relax. Don't forget, we're here to enjoy ourselves. My wife remained blushing and smiling, without saying a word.

Ming came out, ridiculously wrapped in a large bath towel. I then pulled my wife to take a shower, and while she was showering, she still didn't say a word. A moment later, I tried asking my wife, "Do you want Ming to come and shower with you?" "No," she blurted out. I said, "This will give you two some alone time. I'll leave." Before she could reply, I grabbed a towel and came out. Ming was watching TV. I said, "Go ahead, go and shower with your sister-in-law." Ming hurriedly stood up, took a few steps, stopped, and asked me, "Does your sister-in-law agree?" I nudged him, "Young man, don't be so naive." Ming nodded, opened the bathroom door, and went in, his expression mirroring my wife's when she came to the hotel.

I sat down and let out a long sigh. In this very bathroom, my wife welcomed another man, her body laid bare before his gaze. At the same time, she would also truly see the body of another stranger besides her husband—a young body. I tried hard to banish the myriad emotions in my heart, wanting only to retain the most primal desires, even if it was decadence, as long as it brought pleasure, I wouldn't think too much, I wouldn't think too much...
I don't know how much time passed, but the bathroom door finally opened, Ming came out first, and then my wife came out, her face so flushed, as if she had returned to more than ten years ago. Ming was completely naked, while my wife was still symbolically wrapped in a bath towel. I went up to my wife and hugged her: "Was the bath comfortable?" My wife lowered her head and smiled, shaking her head without saying a word. I glanced at Ming's genitals, which were soft, and I asked exaggeratedly: "You two didn't just do it in there, did you?" "Go away!" My wife pushed me away, pounced on the bed, burrowed under the covers, faced the wall, and curled up. I turned my questioning gaze to Ming, who smiled embarrassedly: "I... I was too nervous, my sister-in-law used her hand, and... and... it came in a little while."

"Did you use your mouth?" I asked. Ming nodded with a silly smile. I was somewhat surprised. My wife rarely spoke to me, but in just a short while, she actually… Sigh, a woman's heart is truly unfathomable.
“Stop talking to me, you two scoundrels!” my wife shouted, turning over, clearly embarrassed by our conversation. I quickly leaned closer, whispering in her ear, “That’s right, loosen up, let’s go all the way, what’s wrong with being a little wanton?” My wife sighed and said softly, “It’s already like this, come on.”

And so, the scene I’d imagined countless times unfolded before me. I lifted the covers from my wife, and that familiar body captivated me in this setting. Watching Ming on top of her, kissing her, her eyes, slightly closed, sparkled, the faint lines of time at the corners of her eyes vanished, like a girl experiencing first love. Ming kissed her earnestly, kissing almost every part of her body, and my wife was more intoxicated than ever before.
I whispered to my wife, "Your body is incredibly attractive; you've got a young man smitten like this." My wife immediately hugged my neck, murmuring, "I can't take it, I can't take it." The moment Ming entered her, she completely broke down, her unrestrained moans releasing all her passion. After her fourth orgasm, we both collapsed onto the bed, neither of us speaking, as if we were asleep. After a long while, Ming sat up first, stroking my wife's body, and said, "That was wonderful. Thank you, brother and sister-in-law." My wife smiled, helped me put on my clothes, and Ming quickly got out of bed to dress as well; he knew we were leaving. Before leaving, I said, "Don't see me off, get some rest, brother." My wife turned around and unexpectedly hugged Ming, saying, "Study hard when you get back to school, don't keep thinking about this kind of thing. You're a really good young man." Ming nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with gratitude.

Walking down the street again, the world felt different. We had just experienced something, almost the biggest event in our marriage. After it happened, the Shenzhen winter sun felt gentler. I took my wife's hand; it felt like it hadn't held mine in ages.
This was our only time together. Although Ming had mentioned wanting to get together again more than once since, my wife never agreed. We just kept reminiscing about it in bed. I asked her why we didn't do it again, and she, busy in the kitchen, replied without turning her head, "Knowing what happened is enough. You can't eat this."
Sigh, my wife…

Life goes on, time flies, and we each live and think in our own little worlds. Everything changes; who knows what tomorrow will bring? What would my wife be like with another man?
I've had this question for so long. Fifteen years ago, when we first discussed this topic in bed, those forbidden fantasies ignited our passion. And so, these fantasies became an indispensable ingredient in our pleasure. In life, we are conservative people, taking the maintenance of our family as our shared responsibility. We firmly believe that we will grow old together and sincerely strive for a better life. No matter what we encounter, we support each other, and that's how we've come this far.

Fifteen years have passed, and so much has changed, but our imaginations haven't.
Of course, they're just imaginations.

We've imagined affairs, threesomes, and swapping together, browsing websites together, exploring almost every imaginable thing that could stimulate our imaginations. But all of this was confined to the bedroom; neither of us had the courage to discuss this ambiguous topic openly. Until two years ago, during a walk, she blushed and suddenly said, "If we really swapped, it would be troublesome if I developed feelings for someone else." This sentence was sudden, but it became a milestone.
Soon after, we met 123, and this special world suddenly opened up for us. After seeing more, I uploaded photos of my wife twice. The replies from friends excited her, and she received some messages. I tried chatting with her a few times, but it didn't feel quite right. Of course, there were still many, many concerns.

My wife is 38 years old, and the marks of time are creeping in. I don't know if these physical and psychological changes can hinder our hidden dream. Why not give it a try? Even just once…

Since relationship issues are her concern, then let's find someone a little older, and someone clean and civilized… I thought to myself secretly. At

the end of 2008, I met a college student from a local university online. Through chatting, everything matched my expectations. One time before going to bed, I told my wife about it and showed her his picture. She looked at it for a while, her eyes flickering, and only said, "Pretty good." I told her: His name is Ming, 23 years old, a sophomore in college, had one previous relationship, and was eager to join a couple, yet somewhat timid. My wife laughed: "15 years older, he should call me 'Auntie'." I laughed too: "Don't try to act old." In the end, my wife didn't give a formal opinion, but that night, stimulated by my embellished words, she climaxed while calling out Ming's name.
After a few more exchanges, I gave Ming my wife's phone number. I vividly remember how flustered my wife was when she first answered Ming's call. I chuckled to myself, and she pinched my thigh hard. I quickly slipped out onto the balcony and closed the door. At that moment, I needed to give them some space; otherwise, I really didn't know if my wife would develop aphasia.

The wind blew, and looking down at the street, the cars and people passing by, I felt a mix of emotions.

Half an hour, or maybe half a century, my wife hugged me from behind. I turned around, lifted her flushed face, and asked with a smile, "How was it?" She pinched me again and said, "I don't know."
On January 20, 2009, we met Ming at a restaurant.

Ming's behavior was much better than I had imagined, calling me "sister-in-law" repeatedly, his words as sweet as honey. This gradually relaxed my initially awkward wife, and she began to act naturally like a real sister-in-law. After the meal, my wife asked Ming to go to the hotel she had booked, saying she had something to do with me. I nodded to Ming, who left somewhat nervously.
My wife lowered her head, silent. I knew her inner conflict, because I wasn't completely unmoved either.
"It feels...it doesn't feel quite right," my wife muttered to herself. I put my arm around her waist, forcing a smile: "What? You think about it so much, but you're really defeated as soon as you act on it?" "The key is...he's so young, but I...I feel like I'm destroying the flowers of our nation." I laughed loudly, and my wife chuckled too. I said, "It's a matter of mutual consent. Besides, who knows who's destroying whom?"

Actually, I knew my wife harbored some inferiority complex. After all, she was nearing forty, and her figure wasn't as slender anymore. According to societal views, how could she be with a decent young man in his early twenties? So I said, "You're not looking for a husband, why worry about age? Besides, Ming has been eyeing you for a long time."
I don't quite remember what else I said. Finally, my wife gave me a look of grim determination and said, "Let's go, let's see."

Ming opened the door, his face clearly showing surprise and delight. After we entered the house, they poured me water and offered me cigarettes. When I couldn't think of anything else to do, I sat down in a chair, unsure what to do with my hands. I laughed and said to my wife, "Look at you, can't you relax a little? You're making your little brother so nervous." Honesty is often the best way to ease awkwardness at times like this. Sure enough, my wife, who had been sitting upright, smiled, and Ming smiled too, saying, "I was just afraid your wife would be unhappy." My wife gave Ming a gentle look and said, "What could be unhappy about?"

I told Ming to go take a shower first, and then spent some more time persuading my wife to completely relax, reminding her that we were there to enjoy ourselves. My wife remained blushing and smiling, without saying a word.

Ming came out, ridiculously wrapped in a large bath towel. I then pulled my wife to take a shower, and she still didn't speak while showering. After a while, I tried asking her, "Do you want Ming to shower with you?" "No," my wife blurted out. I said, "This is good for you two to have some alone time. I'll leave." Before my wife could reply, I grabbed a bath towel and came out. Ming was watching TV. I said, "Go on, go help your sister-in-law take a shower." Ming hurriedly stood up, took a few steps, stopped, and asked me, "Does your sister-in-law agree?" I nudged him, "Young man, don't be so naive." Ming nodded, opened the bathroom door, and went in. His expression was very similar to when my wife came to the hotel earlier.

I sat down and let out a long sigh. Right there in this bathroom, my wife welcomed another man. Her body was laid bare under his gaze, and at the same time, she would truly see the body of another stranger besides her husband—a young body. I tried hard to banish all the mixed feelings in my heart, wanting only to retain the most primal desire. Even if it was depravity, as long as it brought pleasure, that was enough. I didn't want to think about it anymore…
After what seemed like an eternity, the bathroom door finally opened. Ming came out first, followed by his wife, her face flushed, as if she had stepped back more than ten years. Ming was completely naked, while his wife was still symbolically wrapped in a towel. I went over and hugged her: "Did you enjoy the bath?" My wife smiled, head bowed, and shook her head without speaking. I glanced at Ming's genitals; they were limp. I asked dramatically, "You two didn't just do it in there, did you?" "Go away!" My wife pushed me away, pounced on the bed, burrowed under the covers, and curled up facing the wall. I looked at Ming questioningly. He smiled sheepishly: "I... I was too nervous. My sister-in-law used her hand, and... and... it came in a little while."

"Did you use your mouth?" I asked. Ming nodded with a silly grin. I was somewhat surprised. My wife rarely used her mouth on me, and yet, in just a short while, she... Ah, a woman's heart is truly unfathomable.
"Stop talking to you two, you two scoundrels!" my wife shouted, turning over, clearly embarrassed by our conversation. I quickly leaned over, close to my wife's ear, and whispered, "That's right, loosen up, let's go all in, what's wrong with being a little unrestrained?" My wife sighed and said softly, "It's already like this, come on."

And just like that, the scene I'd imagined countless times appeared before me. I pulled back my wife's blanket, and that familiar body in this setting captivated me completely. Watching Ming on top of her, kissing my wife, her eyes, half-closed, sparkled with life, the faint lines of time at the corners of her eyes vanished instantly, like a girl experiencing first love. Ming kissed her earnestly, kissing almost every inch of her body, and my wife was more intoxicated than ever before.
I whispered to my wife again, "Your body is incredibly alluring, making a young man like you like this." My wife suddenly hugged my neck, murmuring, "I can't take it, I can't take it." The moment Ming entered my wife's body, she completely collapsed, her unrestrained moans releasing all her passion. After my wife's fourth orgasm, we both collapsed on the bed, neither of us speaking, as if we were asleep. After a long while, Ming sat up, stroking his wife's body, and said, "That's wonderful. Thank you, brother and sister-in-law." His wife smiled, helped me put on my clothes, and Ming quickly got out of bed to dress as well; he knew we were leaving. Before leaving, I said, "Don't see me off, get some rest, brother." His wife turned around and unexpectedly hugged Ming, saying, "Study hard when you get back to school, don't keep thinking about this kind of thing. You're a really good young man." Ming nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with emotion.

Walking down the street again, it felt like the world had suddenly changed. We had just experienced something, almost the biggest event in our married life. After it happened, the Shenzhen winter sun overhead suddenly felt gentle. I took my wife's hand; it felt like it hadn't held mine in a long time.
This was, until now, our only time together. Although Ming had expressed the desire to get together again more than once afterward, my wife never agreed. We just kept reliving that experience in bed. I asked my wife why we didn't do it again, and she, busy in the kitchen, replied without turning her head, "Knowing what's going on is enough; you can't eat this kind of thing."
Sigh, my wife…

Life goes on, time flies, and we each live and think in our own little worlds. Everything changes; who knows what tomorrow will bring?
What would it be like if my wife were with another man?
I've had this question for a long, long time. Fifteen years ago, when we first discussed this topic in bed, those forbidden fantasies ignited our passion. And so, these fantasies became an indispensable ingredient in our pleasure. In life, we are conservative people, taking the maintenance of our family as our shared responsibility. We firmly believed that we would grow old together and sincerely strived for a better life. No matter what we encountered, we supported each other, and that's how we've come this far.

Fifteen years have passed, so much has changed, but our fantasies haven't.
Of course, they're just fantasies.

We imagined affairs, threesomes, and swapping together, browsing websites together, exploring almost every imaginable thing that could stimulate our imaginations. But all of this remained confined to the bedroom; neither of us had the courage to discuss this ambiguous topic openly. Until two years ago, during a walk, she blushed and suddenly said, "If we really swapped, it would be troublesome if I developed feelings for someone else." This sentence was sudden, but it became a milestone.
Soon after, we met 123, and this special world suddenly opened up. After seeing more, I uploaded photos of my wife twice. The replies from friends excited my wife, and she received some messages. I tried chatting with her a few times, but it didn't feel quite right. Of course, there were many, many concerns.

My wife was already 38 years old, and the marks of time were quietly appearing. I didn't know if these physical and psychological changes could hinder our hidden dream. Why not give it a try? Even just once…

Since emotional issues were her concern, then let's find someone a little older, and someone clean and civilized… I thought to myself secretly.

At the end of 2008, I met a college student from a local university online. Through chatting, everything seemed to match my expectations. One time before bed, I told my wife about it and showed her his picture. She looked at it for a moment, her eyes darting around, and only said, "Pretty good." I told her his name was Ming, 23 years old, a sophomore, had one previous relationship, and was both eager and hesitant to join a couple. My wife laughed, "He's 15 years older, he should call me 'Auntie'." I laughed too, "Don't try to act like an older woman." Ultimately, my wife didn't formally comment, but that night, with my embellished words, she climaxed while calling out Ming's name.
After a few more exchanges, I gave Ming my wife's phone number. I clearly remember how bewildered my wife was when she first answered Ming's call. I secretly laughed to myself, and she pinched my thigh hard. I quickly slipped out onto the balcony and closed the door. At that moment, I needed to give them some private space; otherwise, I really didn't know if my wife would develop aphasia.

A breeze blew, and looking down at the bustling street, cars and people passed by, filling me with mixed emotions.

Half an hour, or perhaps half a century, my wife hugged me from behind. I turned around, lifted her flushed face, and asked with a smile, "How was it?" She pinched me again and said, "I don't know."
On January 20, 2009, we met Ming at a restaurant.

Ming's behavior was much better than I had imagined, calling me "sister-in-law" repeatedly, his words as sweet as honey. This gradually relaxed my initially awkward wife, who began to act naturally like a true sister-in-law. After the meal, my wife asked Ming to go to the hotel she had booked, saying she had something to do with me. I nodded to Ming, who left somewhat nervously.
My wife lowered her head, silent. I knew her inner conflict, because I wasn't entirely unmoved either.
"It feels...it feels a little off," my wife murmured to herself. I put my arm around her waist, forcing a smile, "What? You think about it so much all the time, but you're really defeated as soon as you start?" "The thing is... he's so young, but I... I feel like I'm destroying the flowers of our motherland." I laughed out loud, and my wife chuckled too. I said, "It's a matter of mutual consent. Besides, who knows who's destroying whom?"

Actually, I knew my wife was still somewhat insecure. After all, she was almost forty, and her figure wasn't as slender anymore. According to societal views, how could she be with a decent young man in his early twenties? So I said, "You're not looking for a husband, why worry about age? Besides, Ming has been eyeing you for a long time."
I don't quite remember what else I said. Finally, my wife gave me a look of grim determination and said, "Let's go, let's see what happens."

Ming opened the door, his face clearly showing surprise. After entering, he poured me water and offered me a cigarette. When he couldn't think of anything else to do, he sat down in a chair, unsure what to do with his hands. I laughed and said to my wife, "Look at you, can't you relax a little? You're making your little brother so nervous." Honesty is often the best way to ease awkwardness at times like this. Sure enough, my wife, who had been sitting upright, smiled, and Ming smiled too, saying, "I was just worried your wife wouldn't be happy." My wife gave Ming a gentle look and said, "What could be unhappy about?"

I told Ming to go take a shower first, and then spent some time trying to persuade my wife to completely relax, reminding her that we were there to enjoy ourselves. My wife remained blushing and smiling, without saying a word.

Ming came out, ridiculously wrapped in a large bath towel. I then pulled my wife to take a shower, and while she was showering, she still didn't speak. After a while, I tried asking her, "Do you want Ming to shower with you?" "No," my wife blurted out. I said, "This is good for you two to have some alone time. I'll leave." Before my wife could reply, I grabbed a bath towel and came out. Ming was watching TV. I said, "Go on, go help your sister-in-law take a shower." Ming hurriedly stood up, took a few steps, stopped, and asked me, "Does your sister-in-law agree?" I nudged him, "Young man, don't be so honest." Ming nodded, opened the bathroom door, and went in. His expression was very similar to when my wife came to the hotel earlier.

I sat down and let out a long sigh. In this very bathroom, my wife welcomed another man. Her body was laid bare under his gaze, and at the same time, she would see the body of another stranger besides her husband—a young body. I tried hard to suppress all the emotions in my heart, wanting only to retain the most primal desire. Even if it was decadent, as long as it brought pleasure, I wouldn't think too much, I wouldn't think too much…
I don't know how much time passed before the bathroom door finally opened. Ming came out first, followed by my wife. Her face was so flushed, as if she had returned to more than ten years ago. Ming was completely naked, while my wife was still symbolically wrapped in a towel. I went up to my wife and hugged her, "Was the shower comfortable?" My wife smiled, lowered her head, and shook her head without saying a word. I glanced at Ming's genitals; they were limp. I asked dramatically, "You two didn't just do it inside, did you?" "Go away!" My wife pushed me away, pounced on the bed, burrowed under the covers, and curled up facing the wall. I looked at Ming questioningly. He smiled sheepishly, "I... I was too nervous. My sister-in-law used her hand, and... and... it came in a little while."

"Did you use your mouth?" I asked. Ming nodded with a silly grin. I was somewhat surprised. My wife rarely used her mouth on me, and in just a short while, she... Sigh, a woman's heart is truly unfathomable.
"Stop talking to yourselves, you two scoundrels!" My wife turned over and shouted, clearly embarrassed by our conversation. I quickly leaned over, whispered in her ear, "That's right, relax, go all in, what's wrong with being a little wanton?" My wife sighed and said softly, "It's already like this, come on."

And just like that, the scene I had imagined countless times appeared before me. I pulled back my wife's blanket, and that familiar body captivated me in this setting. Watching Ming on top of her, their lips locked in a passionate kiss, her eyes, half-closed, sparkled with life, the faint lines of time at the corners of her eyes vanished, making her look like a girl experiencing first love. Ming kissed her earnestly, covering almost her entire body, and she was more intoxicated than ever before.
I whispered to her, "Your body is so alluring, making this young man so enamored." She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck, murmuring, "I can't take it, I can't take it." The moment Ming entered her, she completely broke down, her unrestrained moans releasing all her passion. After her fourth orgasm, we both collapsed onto the bed, neither of us speaking, as if asleep. After a long while, Ming sat up first, stroking her body, and said, "That was wonderful. Brother, sister-in-law, thank you." My wife smiled, helped me get dressed, and Ming quickly got out of bed to dress as well; he knew we were leaving. As I was leaving, I said, "Don't see me off, get some rest, brother." My wife turned around and unexpectedly hugged Ming, saying, "Study hard when you get back to school, don't keep thinking about this kind of thing. You're a really good young man." Ming nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with emotion.

Walking down the street again, the world felt different. We had just experienced something, almost the biggest event in our marriage. After it happened, the Shenzhen winter sun felt suddenly gentle. I took my wife's hand; it felt like it hadn't held mine in ages.
This was our only time together. Although Ming had mentioned wanting to get together again more than once since, my wife never agreed. We just kept reminiscing about it in bed. I asked my wife why we didn't do it again, and she, busy in the kitchen, didn't even turn her head, saying, "Knowing what happened is enough. You can't eat this kind of thing."
Sigh, my wife…

Life goes on, time flies, and we all live and think in our own little worlds. Everything is changing; who knows what tomorrow will bring? What would it be like if my wife were with another man?

This question had lingered in my mind for a very long time. Fifteen years ago, when we first discussed this topic in bed, the forbidden imagination ignited our passion. This imagination became an indispensable ingredient in our pleasure. In life, we are conservative people, taking the maintenance of our family as our shared responsibility. We firmly believed that we would grow old together and sincerely strived for a better life. No matter what we encountered, we supported each other, and that's how we've come this far.

Fifteen years have passed, so much has changed, but our imaginations haven't.
Of course, they're just imaginations.

We imagined affairs, threesomes, and swapping together; we browsed websites together, exploring almost every imaginable thing that could stimulate our imaginations. But all of this remained confined to the bedroom; neither of us had the courage to discuss this ambiguous topic openly. Until two years ago, during a walk, she blushed and suddenly said, "If we really swapped, it would be troublesome if she developed feelings for someone else." This statement was sudden, but it became a milestone.
Soon, we met 123, and this special world suddenly opened up for us. After seeing more, I uploaded photos of my wife twice. The replies from friends excited her, and she received some messages. I tried chatting with her a few times, but nothing felt quite right. Of course, there were many other concerns.

My wife was already 38, the marks of time were quietly appearing, and I didn't know if these physical and psychological changes could hinder our hidden dream. Why not give it a try? Even just once…

Since relationship issues were her concern, then let's find someone a little older, and someone clean and civilized… I thought to myself secretly.

At the end of 2008, I met a college student from a local university online. Through chatting, everything matched my expectations. Before going to bed one time, I told my wife about it and showed her his photo. She looked at it for a while, her eyes flickering, and only said, "Pretty good." I told her: his name was Ming, 23 years old, a sophomore in college, had one previous relationship, and was both eager and somewhat timid to join a couple. My wife laughed, "He's 15 years older, he should call me 'Auntie'." I laughed too, "Don't try to act like an old lady." In the end, my wife didn't formally express her opinion, but that night, fueled by my exaggerated words, she climaxed while calling out Ming's name.
After a few more conversations, I gave Ming my wife's phone number. I clearly remember how bewildered my wife was when she first answered Ming's call. I secretly laughed to myself, and she pinched my thigh hard. I quickly slipped out onto the balcony and closed the door. At that moment, I needed to give them some space; otherwise, I really didn't know if my wife would develop aphasia.

The wind blew, and looking down at the street, cars and people passing by, I felt a mix of emotions.

Half an hour, or maybe half a century, my wife hugged me from behind. I turned around, lifted her flushed face, and asked with a smile, "How was it?" She pinched me again and said, "I don't know."
On January 20, 2009, we met Ming at a restaurant.

Ming's behavior was much better than I had expected. He called her "sister-in-law" repeatedly, his words as sweet as honey, which gradually relaxed my wife, who was initially very nervous, and she began to act naturally like a real sister-in-law. After the meal, my wife asked Ming to go to the hotel she had booked, saying she had something to do with me. I nodded to Ming, and he left somewhat nervously.
My wife lowered her head, silent. I knew her inner conflict, because I wasn't completely unmoved either.
"It feels...it feels a little off," my wife muttered to herself. I put my arm around her waist and forced a smile: "What? You think about it so much usually, but you really give up when it comes to action?" "The key is...he's so young, but I...I feel like I'm destroying the flowers of our motherland." I laughed loudly, and my wife chuckled too. I said, "It's a matter of mutual consent. Besides, who knows who might hurt whom?"

Actually, I knew my wife was still somewhat insecure. After all, she was nearing forty, and her figure wasn't as slim anymore. According to societal views, how could she possibly be with a decent young man in his early twenties? So I said, "You're not looking for a husband, why worry about age? Besides, Ming has been eyeing you for a long time."
I don't quite remember what else I said. Finally, my wife, with a look of grim determination, said, "Let's go, let's see what happens."

Ming opened the door, his face clearly showing surprise. After coming inside, he poured me water and offered me cigarettes. When he couldn't think of anything else to do, he sat down in a chair, unsure what to do with his hands. I laughed and said to my wife, "Look at you, can't you relax a little? Look how nervous you've made your little brother." At times like these, the truth is often the best way to resolve awkward situations. Sure enough, my wife, who had been sitting upright, smiled, and Ming smiled too, saying, "I was just afraid your sister-in-law would be unhappy." My wife glanced at Ming gently and said, "What could she possibly be unhappy about?"

I told Ming to go take a shower first, and then spent some more time persuading my wife to completely relax, reminding her that we were there to enjoy ourselves. My wife remained smiling, her face flushed, without saying a word.

Ming came out, ridiculously wrapped in a large bath towel. I then pulled my wife to take a shower, and while she was showering, she still didn't say anything. After a while, I tried asking my wife, "Do you want Ming to come and shower with you?" "No," my wife blurted out. I said, "This is good for you two to have some alone time; I'll leave." Before my wife could speak, I grabbed a bath towel and came out. Ming was watching TV, and I said, "Go ahead, go and shower with your sister-in-law." Ming hurriedly stood up, took a few steps, stopped, and asked me, "Does your sister-in-law agree?" I nudged him, "Young man, don't be so honest." Ming nodded, opened the bathroom door, and went in, his expression very similar to how my wife had looked when she came to the hotel.

I sat down and let out a long sigh. Right there in the bathroom, my wife welcomed another man. Her body was laid bare under his gaze, and she also saw the body of another stranger besides her husband—a young body. I tried to banish all the mixed feelings in my heart, wanting only to retain the most primal desire, even if it was depravity, as long as it brought pleasure, I wouldn't think too much, I wouldn't think too much…
I don't know how much time passed, but the bathroom door finally opened. Ming came out first, followed by my wife, her face so flushed, as if she had returned to more than ten years ago. Ming was completely naked, while my wife was still symbolically wrapped in a towel. I went up to my wife and hugged her: "Was the bath comfortable?" My wife smiled with her head down, shook her head, and didn't speak. I glanced at Ming's genitals; they were soft. I exaggeratedly asked, "You two didn't do it in there, did you?" "Go away!" My wife pushed me away, pounced on the bed, burrowed under the covers, faced the wall, and curled up. I turned my questioning gaze to Ming, who smiled sheepishly, "I... I was too nervous, so my wife used her hand, and... and... she came in a little while."

"She used her mouth, didn't she?" I asked. Ming nodded with a silly grin. I was somewhat surprised; my wife rarely used her mouth on me, and yet, in just a short while, she... Sigh, a woman's heart is truly unfathomable.
"Stop talking to you two, you two scoundrels!" my wife shouted, turning over, clearly embarrassed by our conversation. I quickly leaned over, close to my wife's ear, and whispered, "That's right, relax, let's go all the way, what's wrong with being a little wanton?" My wife sighed and said softly, "It's already like this, come on."

And so, the scene I had imagined countless times appeared before me. I lifted my wife's blanket, and that familiar body captivated me in this setting. Watching Ming on top of her, their lips locked in a passionate kiss, my wife's half-closed eyes sparkled, the faint lines of time at the corners of her eyes vanished instantly, like a girl experiencing her first love. Ming kissed her earnestly, almost covering her entire body, and she was more intoxicated than ever before.
I whispered to her, "Your body is incredibly alluring, making a young man like you like this." My wife immediately hugged my neck, murmuring, "I can't take it, I can't take it." The moment Ming entered her, she completely broke down, her unrestrained moans releasing all her passion. After her fourth orgasm, we both collapsed onto the bed, neither of us speaking, as if we were asleep. After a long time, Ming sat up first, stroking my wife's body, and said, "That was wonderful. Thank you, brother and sister-in-law." My wife smiled, helped me put on my clothes, and Ming quickly got out of bed to dress as well, knowing we were leaving. As we were leaving, I said, "Don't see me off, get some rest, brother." My wife turned around and unexpectedly hugged Ming, saying, "Study hard when you get back to school, don't keep thinking about this kind of thing. You're a really good young man." Ming nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of gratitude.

Walking down the street again, the world felt different. We had just experienced something, almost the biggest event in our marriage. After it happened, the Shenzhen winter sun felt gentler. I took my wife's hand; it felt like it hadn't held mine in ages.
This was our only time together. Although Ming had mentioned wanting to get together again more than once since, my wife never agreed. We just kept reminiscing about it in bed. I asked her why we didn't do it again, and she, busy in the kitchen, replied without turning her head, "Knowing what happened is enough. You can't eat this."
Sigh, my wife…

Life goes on, time flies, and we each live and think in our own little worlds. Everything changes; who knows what tomorrow will bring? What would my wife be like with another man?
I've had this question for so long. Fifteen years ago, when we first discussed this topic in bed, those forbidden fantasies ignited our passion. And so, these fantasies became an indispensable ingredient in our pleasure. In life, we are conservative people, taking the maintenance of our family as our shared responsibility. We firmly believe that we will grow old together and sincerely strive for a better life. No matter what we encounter, we support each other, and that's how we've come this far.

Fifteen years have passed, and so much has changed, but our imaginations haven't.
Of course, they're just imaginations.

We've imagined affairs, threesomes, and swapping together, browsing websites together, exploring almost every imaginable thing that could stimulate our imaginations. But all of this was confined to the bedroom; neither of us had the courage to discuss this ambiguous topic openly. Until two years ago, during a walk, she blushed and suddenly said, "If we really swapped, it would be troublesome if I developed feelings for someone else." This sentence was sudden, but it became a milestone.
Soon after, we met 123, and this special world suddenly opened up for us. After seeing more, I uploaded photos of my wife twice. The replies from friends excited her, and she received some messages. I tried chatting with her a few times, but it didn't feel quite right. Of course, there were still many, many concerns.

My wife is 38 years old now, and the marks of time are quietly appearing. I don't know if these physical and mental changes can stop our hidden dream. Why not give it a try? Even just once...

Since relationship issues were her concern, I thought, "I'll find someone a bit older, and someone clean and civilized..." I secretly pondered this to myself. At

the end of 2008, I met a local university student online. Through chatting, everything seemed to match my expectations. One time before bed, I told my wife about it and showed her his picture. She looked at it for a moment, her eyes flickering, and only said, "Pretty good." I told her: his name was Ming, 23 years old, a sophomore, had one previous relationship, and was both eager and hesitant to become a couple. My wife laughed: "15 years older, he should call me 'Auntie'." I laughed too: "Don't try to act like an older woman." Ultimately, my wife didn't formally comment, but that night, fueled by my exaggerated words, she climaxed while calling out Ming's name.
After a few more exchanges, I gave Ming my wife's phone number. I clearly remember how bewildered my wife was when she first answered Ming's call. I chuckled to myself, and she pinched my thigh hard. I quickly slipped onto the balcony and closed the door. At that moment, I needed to give them some space; otherwise, I really didn't know if my wife would develop aphasia.

A breeze blew, and looking down at the street, cars and people passing by, I felt a mix of emotions.

Half an hour, or maybe half a century, my wife hugged me from behind. I turned around, lifted her flushed face, and asked with a smile, "How are you?" She pinched me again and said, "I don't know."
On January 20, 2009, we met Ming at a restaurant.

Ming's behavior was much better than I had imagined, calling me "sister-in-law" repeatedly, his words like honey. This gradually relaxed my initially awkward wife, and she began to act naturally like a real sister-in-law. After the meal, my wife asked Ming to go to the hotel she had booked, saying she had something to do with me. I nodded to Ming, who left somewhat nervously.
My wife lowered her head, silent. I knew her inner conflict, because I wasn't completely unmoved either.
"It feels...it doesn't feel quite right," my wife muttered to herself. I put my arm around her waist and forced a smile: "What? You think about it so much, but you're really defeated as soon as you actually do it?" "The thing is...he's so young, but I...I feel like I'm destroying the flowers of our motherland." I laughed out loud, and my wife chuckled too. I said, "It's a matter of mutual consent. Besides, who knows who's destroying whom?"

Actually, I knew my wife was still somewhat insecure. After all, she was almost forty, and her figure wasn't as slender anymore. According to worldly views, how could she be with a pretty good-looking young man in his early twenties? So I said, "You're not looking for a husband, why worry about age? Besides, Ming has been eyeing you for a long time."
I don't quite remember what else I said. Finally, my wife looked like she was going to her execution and said, "Let's go, let's see."

Ming opened the door, his face clearly showing surprise. After entering the house, he poured water and offered me cigarettes. When he couldn't think of anything else to do, he sat down in a chair, unsure of what to do with his hands. I laughed and said to my wife, "Look at you, can't you relax a little? You're making your little brother so nervous." Honesty is often the best way to ease awkwardness at times like this. Sure enough, my wife, who had been sitting upright, smiled, and Ming smiled too, saying, "I was just worried your wife would be unhappy." My wife gave Ming a gentle look and said, "What could be unhappy about?"

I told Ming to go take a shower first, and then spent some more time persuading my wife to completely relax, reminding her that we were there to enjoy ourselves. My wife remained blushing and smiling, without saying a word.

Ming came out, ridiculously wrapped in a large bath towel. I then pulled my wife to take a shower, and she still didn't speak while showering. After a while, I tried asking her, "Do you want Ming to shower with you?" "No," my wife blurted out. I said, "This is good for you two to have some alone time; I'll leave." Before my wife could reply, I grabbed a bath towel and came out. Ming was watching TV. I said, "Go on, go help your sister-in-law take a shower." Ming hurriedly stood up, took a few steps, stopped, and asked me, "Does your sister-in-law agree?" I nudged him, "Young man, don't be so honest." Ming nodded, opened the bathroom door, and went in. His expression was very similar to when my wife came to the hotel earlier.

I sat down and let out a long sigh. In this very bathroom, my wife welcomed another man. Her body was laid bare under his gaze, and at the same time, she would see the body of another stranger besides her husband—a young body. I tried hard to suppress all the emotions in my heart, wanting only to retain the most primal desire. Even if it was decadent, as long as it brought pleasure, I wouldn't think too much, I wouldn't think too much…
I don't know how much time passed before the bathroom door finally opened. Ming came out first, followed by my wife. Her face was so flushed, as if she had returned to more than ten years ago. Ming was completely naked, while my wife was still symbolically wrapped in a towel. I went up to my wife and hugged her, "Was the shower comfortable?" My wife smiled, lowered her head, and shook her head without saying a word. I glanced at Ming's genitals; they were limp. I asked dramatically, "You two didn't just do it inside, did you?" "Go away!" My wife pushed me away, pounced on the bed, burrowed under the covers, and curled up facing the wall. I looked at Ming questioningly. He smiled sheepishly, "I... I was too nervous. My sister-in-law used her hand, and... and... it came in a little while."

"Did you use your mouth?" I asked. Ming nodded with a silly grin. I was somewhat surprised. My wife rarely used her mouth on me, and in just a short while, she... Sigh, a woman's heart is truly unfathomable.
"Stop talking to yourselves, you two scoundrels!" My wife turned over and shouted, clearly embarrassed by our conversation. I quickly leaned over, whispered in her ear, "That's right, relax, go all in, what's wrong with being a little wanton?" My wife sighed and said softly, "It's already like this, come on."

And just like that, the scene I had imagined countless times appeared before me. I pulled back my wife's blanket, and that familiar body captivated me in this setting. Watching Ming on top of her, their lips locked in a passionate kiss, her eyes, half-closed, sparkled with life, the faint lines of time at the corners of her eyes vanished, making her look like a girl experiencing first love. Ming kissed her earnestly, covering almost her entire body, and she was more intoxicated than ever before.
I whispered to her, "Your body is so alluring, making this young man so enamored." She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck, murmuring, "I can't take it, I can't take it." The moment Ming entered her, she completely broke down, her unrestrained moans releasing all her passion. After her fourth orgasm, we both collapsed onto the bed, neither of us speaking, as if asleep. After a long while, Ming sat up first, stroking her body, and said, "That was wonderful. Brother, sister-in-law, thank you." My wife smiled, helped me get dressed, and Ming quickly got out of bed to dress as well; he knew we were leaving. As I was leaving, I said, "Don't see me off, get some rest, brother." My wife turned around and unexpectedly hugged Ming, saying, "Study hard when you get back to school, don't keep thinking about this kind of thing. You're a really good young man." Ming nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with emotion.

Walking down the street again, the world felt different. We had just experienced something, almost the biggest event in our marriage. After it happened, the Shenzhen winter sun felt suddenly gentle. I took my wife's hand; it felt like it hadn't held mine in ages.
This was our only time together. Although Ming had mentioned wanting to get together again more than once since, my wife never agreed. We just kept reminiscing about it in bed. I asked my wife why we didn't do it again, and she, busy in the kitchen, didn't even turn her head, saying, "Knowing what happened is enough. You can't eat this kind of thing."
Sigh, my wife…

Life goes on, time flies, and we all live and think in our own little worlds. Everything is changing; who knows what tomorrow will bring? What would it be like if my wife were with another man?
I've had this question for a very long time. Fifteen years ago, when we first discussed this topic in bed, the forbidden fantasies ignited our passion. These fantasies became an indispensable ingredient in our pleasure. In life, we are conservative people, taking the maintenance of our family as our shared responsibility. We firmly believed that we would grow old together and sincerely strived for a better life, supporting each other through whatever came our way.

Fifteen years have passed, so much has changed, but our fantasies haven't.
Of course, they're just fantasies.

We imagined affairs, threesomes, and swapping together, browsing websites together—almost every imaginable thing that could stimulate our imaginations was explored. But all of this remained confined to the bedroom; neither of us had the courage to discuss this ambiguous topic in the open. Until two years ago, during a walk, she blushed and suddenly said, "If we really swapped, it would be troublesome if I developed feelings for someone else." This statement was sudden, but it became a milestone.
Soon, we met 123, and this special world suddenly opened up for us. After seeing more, I uploaded photos of my wife twice. The replies from friends excited her, and she received some messages. I tried chatting with her a few times, but nothing felt quite right. Of course, there were many other concerns.

My wife was already 38, the marks of time were quietly appearing, and I didn't know if these physical and psychological changes could hinder our hidden dream. Why not give it a try? Even just once…

Since relationship issues were her concern, then let's find someone a little older, and someone clean and civilized… I thought to myself secretly.

At the end of 2008, I met a college student from a local university online. Through chatting, everything matched my expectations. Before going to bed one time, I told my wife about it and showed her his photo. She looked at it for a while, her eyes flickering, and only said, "Pretty good." I told her: his name was Ming, 23 years old, a sophomore in college, had one previous relationship, and was both eager and somewhat timid to join a couple. My wife laughed: "He's 15 years older, he should call me 'Auntie'." I laughed too: "Don't try to act like an old lady." In the end, my wife didn't formally express her opinion, but that night, fueled by my exaggerated words, she climaxed while calling out Ming's name.
After a few more conversations, I gave Ming my wife's phone number. I clearly remember how bewildered my wife was when she first answered Ming's call. I secretly laughed to myself, and she pinched my thigh hard. I quickly slipped out onto the balcony and closed the door. At that moment, I needed to give them some space; otherwise, I really didn't know if my wife would develop aphasia.

The wind blew, and looking down at the street, cars and people passing by, I felt a mix of emotions.

Half an hour, or maybe half a century, my wife hugged me from behind. I turned around, lifted her flushed face, and asked with a smile, "How was it?" She pinched me again and said, "I don't know."
On January 20, 2009, we met Ming at a restaurant.

Ming's behavior was much better than I expected. He called her "sister-in-law" repeatedly, his words as sweet as honey, which gradually relaxed my wife, who was initially very awkward, and she began to act naturally like a real sister-in-law. After dinner, my wife asked Ming to go to the hotel she had booked, saying she had something to do with me. I nodded to Ming, and he left somewhat nervously.
My wife lowered her head, silent. I knew her inner conflict, because I wasn't completely unmoved either.
"It feels...it feels a little off," my wife muttered to herself. I put my arm around her waist, forcing a smile: "What? You think about it so much usually, but you really give up when it comes to action?" "The key is...he's so young, but I...I feel like I'm destroying the flowers of our motherland." I laughed loudly, and my wife chuckled too. I said, "It's a matter of mutual consent. Besides, who knows who's destroying whom?"

Actually, I knew that my wife still felt somewhat inferior. After all, she was nearly forty, and her figure wasn't as slender anymore. According to worldly views, how could she be with a pretty young man in his early twenties? So I said, "You're not looking for a husband, why worry about age? Besides, Ming has been eyeing you for a long time."
I don't quite remember what else I said. Finally, my wife, with a look of grim determination, said, "Let's go, let's see what happens."

Ming opened the door, his face clearly showing surprise. After we came in, he poured me water and offered me cigarettes. When he couldn't think of anything else to do, he sat down in a chair, unsure what to do with his hands. I laughed and said to my wife, "Look at you, can't you relax a little? Look how nervous you are with your little brother." The truth is often the best way to resolve awkward situations. Sure enough, my wife, who had been sitting upright, smiled, and Ming smiled too, saying, "I was just afraid my sister-in-law would be unhappy." My wife gave Ming a gentle look and said, "What could be unhappy about?"

I told Ming to go take a shower first, and then talked to my wife for a while, trying to get her to completely relax. Don't forget, we're here to enjoy ourselves. My wife remained blushing and smiling, without saying a word.

Ming came out, ridiculously wrapped in a large bath towel. I then pulled my wife to take a shower, and while she was showering, she still didn't say a word. A moment later, I tried asking my wife, "Do you want Ming to come and shower with you?" "No," she blurted out. I said, "This will give you two some alone time. I'll leave." Before she could reply, I grabbed a towel and came out. Ming was watching TV. I said, "Go ahead, go and shower with your sister-in-law." Ming hurriedly stood up, took a few steps, stopped, and asked me, "Does your sister-in-law agree?" I nudged him, "Young man, don't be so naive." Ming nodded, opened the bathroom door, and went in, his expression mirroring my wife's when she came to the hotel.

I sat down and let out a long sigh. In this very bathroom, my wife welcomed another man, her body laid bare before his gaze. At the same time, she would also truly see the body of another stranger besides her husband—a young body. I tried hard to banish the myriad emotions in my heart, wanting only to retain the most primal desires, even if it was decadence, as long as it brought pleasure, I wouldn't think too much, I wouldn't think too much...
I don't know how much time passed, but the bathroom door finally opened, Ming came out first, and then my wife came out, her face so flushed, as if she had returned to more than ten years ago. Ming was completely naked, while my wife was still symbolically wrapped in a bath towel. I went up to my wife and hugged her: "Was the bath comfortable?" My wife lowered her head and smiled, shaking her head without saying a word. I glanced at Ming's genitals, which were soft, and I asked exaggeratedly: "You two didn't just do it in there, did you?" "Go away!" My wife pushed me away, pounced on the bed, burrowed under the covers, faced the wall, and curled up. I turned my questioning gaze to Ming, who smiled embarrassedly: "I... I was too nervous, my sister-in-law used her hand, and... and... it came in a little while."

"Did you use your mouth?" I asked. Ming nodded with a silly smile. I was somewhat surprised. My wife rarely spoke to me, but in just a short while, she actually… Sigh, a woman's heart is truly unfathomable.
“Stop talking to me, you two scoundrels!” my wife shouted, turning over, clearly embarrassed by our conversation. I quickly leaned closer, whispering in her ear, “That’s right, loosen up, let’s go all the way, what’s wrong with being a little wanton?” My wife sighed and said softly, “It’s already like this, come on.”

And so, the scene I’d imagined countless times unfolded before me. I lifted the covers from my wife, and that familiar body captivated me in this setting. Watching Ming on top of her, kissing her, her eyes, slightly closed, sparkled, the faint lines of time at the corners of her eyes vanished, like a girl experiencing first love. Ming kissed her earnestly, kissing almost every part of her body, and my wife was more intoxicated than ever before.
I whispered to my wife, "Your body is incredibly attractive; you've got a young man smitten like this." My wife immediately hugged my neck, murmuring, "I can't take it, I can't take it." The moment Ming entered her, she completely broke down, her unrestrained moans releasing all her passion. After her fourth orgasm, we both collapsed onto the bed, neither of us speaking, as if we were asleep. After a long while, Ming sat up first, stroking my wife's body, and said, "That was wonderful. Thank you, brother and sister-in-law." My wife smiled, helped me put on my clothes, and Ming quickly got out of bed to dress as well; he knew we were leaving. Before leaving, I said, "Don't see me off, get some rest, brother." My wife turned around and unexpectedly hugged Ming, saying, "Study hard when you get back to school, don't keep thinking about this kind of thing. You're a really good young man." Ming nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with gratitude.

Walking down the street again, the world felt different. We had just experienced something, almost the biggest event in our marriage. After it happened, the Shenzhen winter sun, so characteristic of Shenzhen, suddenly felt gentle. I took my wife's hand; it felt like it hadn't held mine in ages.
This was, until now, our only time together. Although Ming had repeatedly expressed a desire to get together again afterward, my wife never agreed. We just kept reminiscing about that time in bed. I asked my wife why we didn't do it again, and she, busy in the kitchen, replied without turning her head, "Knowing what happened is enough. You can't eat this kind of thing."
Sigh, my wife…

Life goes on, time flies, and we each live and think in our own little worlds. Everything is changing; who knows what tomorrow will bring?

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