[The sexual happiness of a young couple] (1)

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If you had asked me a decade or two ago, "What's the scariest thing for a single man?" I would have told you it was when a woman gently told you, "You're a good person.

" Being labeled a "good person" basically meant you had no chance.

If you asked me now, "What's the scariest thing for a single man?" I would tell you it's when nobody gives you the "good person" label.

Nobody giving me the "good person" label certainly won't happen to me, because I have a wife.

The reason I said that earlier was purely out of blatant boasting, because that "good person" label I once received was from her.

Of course, what I'm going to tell you from today onwards isn't how a stunningly beautiful woman went from receiving the "good person" label to becoming my wife, but rather some stories from after we became husband and wife.

As for how we became husband and wife, let me briefly explain. My wife is three years older than me. During my university internship, I saw her at a party and was instantly captivated. Unfortunately, she already had a boyfriend of two years. After pursuing her for a year, she said, "You're a good person,

" effectively giving me a "friend zone" card. Heartbroken, I could only watch helplessly as she and her boyfriend walked down the aisle. I was 22 that year, and she was 25.

After her marriage, I pursued other girls and went on blind dates, but without success. Four years later, I learned by chance that she was divorced.

This reignited my passion, and I embarked on my pursuit once more. After my second confession, she said, "You're a good person, but I can't hold you back.

" She gave me another "friend zone" card, but this time, it was because she was divorced and didn't want me to lose face in public.

I persisted until one day, she was feeling down and went drinking with me. She got drunk, and I stayed by her side all night, but I never took advantage of her. Heaven knows how I resisted the allure of this devilish woman that night. She even exposed her magnificent breasts at one point, and I stubbornly held back.

The next morning, she woke up, stared at me blankly for a long time, and said, "You're a good person, and a fool.

" She gave me the third "good person" card, and after that, she very proactively pounced on me on the carpet.

When she frantically pulled down her skirt and underwear, not even having time to undo them, and placed my inexplicably erect penis into her warm, moist place, my brain seemed to be still frozen.

And then, 30-year-old Su Manning, with her 4-year-old daughter, married 27-year-old me.

My name is Xu Jia. The heartbreaking yet heartwarming story I just told is not the end of my story with my wife, but only the beginning.

[1]

I know that my wife once loved her ex-husband so deeply. I asked her why, but she always avoided the question and refused to say more. I only vaguely learned from other sources that it was because of her ex-husband's infidelity, which filled me with respect for my wife: even after the breakup, she was unwilling to speak ill of her ex-husband behind his back. It wasn't

until a few days ago that I learned the real reason. The reason my wife divorced her ex-husband was that she was drugged and raped by a colleague when she went on a business trip to another city. Her ex-husband was extremely depressed because of this, and as a result, his college classmate took advantage of the situation.

The result, though kept secret, finally came to light. It surprised me, and I finally understood why, after three years of marriage, I always felt my wife had something on her mind. After hesitating for a week, I

decided to have an open and honest talk with her. I didn't expect it to completely change us.

As usual, after telling our bedtime story and putting our daughter to sleep, my wife returned to our bedroom.

I pulled back the covers, and my wife, wearing a nightgown, slipped in. I pulled her into my arms, feeling her full breasts against my chest, and I felt a surge of desire.

"Wife.

" "Hmm?" My wife smoothed her hair and looked up at me.

My wife is beautiful. Unlike the currently popular V-shaped faces, her face is oval, with perpetually dreamy eyes and perfectly full red lips. It makes my heart skip a beat. I know that countless men, both at work and outside, have designs on her. In the past, I've been bothered and a little jealous. But tonight, I inexplicably thought of the colleague who drugged her and her ex-husband, and a burning lust ignited within me, as if I wanted to pounce on her and devour her.

"What are you doing?" My wife asked curiously, noticing the strange look in my eyes.

"I need to ask you something.

" I hesitated for a moment, but decided to be frank with her, thinking I was helping her resolve her inner conflict.

"What?" "Don't be angry.

" I was still a little cautious.

"Why am I angry if you don't tell me anything?

" "I'm just worried you'll overthink things.

" I was unusually fussy. "It's not that I mind, I just want to...confirm if it's true.

" "If you keep fussing, I'll really get angry.

" My wife said irritably.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you.

" I thought for a moment and confirmed again. "We agreed to stick to the facts, no getting angry.

" "You're crazy!" My wife, who was lying on my chest, slapped my breasts. From my angle, I could see a deep slit formed by the pressure on her white breasts. What a round, bouncy, and full pair of treasures! I admired them in my heart, but then I seemed to picture another man, or two men, holding her breasts. They probably couldn't even fit them all in their hands.

I actually had such a thought, and then a strong feeling of sourness and jealousy washed over me.

"What's wrong with you today?" My wife noticed I seemed a little dazed and nervously reached out to touch my face. "Is something wrong?" "What could possibly be wrong with me?

" I took her hand from my cheek and kissed it. "Well, I heard some news today, it's about you.

" "About me?" My wife asked, puzzled.

"Let me make this clear, I don't mind this, it's just that since we got married, you seem to have some other thoughts about me, and I was wondering if that's the reason.

" "About what about me?" My wife seemed to have guessed something and became a little nervous.

"It's...that..." I didn't know how to phrase it without hurting my wife, but it seemed there was no other way but to be direct. "It's the reason for your divorce.

" My words made my wife's face turn pale instantly, and she sat up abruptly, turning her back to me.

I quickly sat up as well and hugged her. "Don't be angry, don't be angry, I didn't mean to.

" "Are you really bothered by this?" My wife turned to me and asked, her eyes a little red.

"Absolutely not!" I said firmly. "Don't you know me? Am I the kind of person who minds this kind of thing?" "Then why did you ask?" "I know why that bastard told me this—it's because he's jealous and wants to stir up trouble between us.

" I hugged my wife and said, "But I really want to understand, and I want you to break free from the shackles of the past, and that can only be done if we're open and honest.

" "Won't you be jealous if we're open about this?" My wife asked hesitantly.

"I guess so."

"I thought about it for a moment, " I said, carefully choosing my words. "It's a complicated feeling. " I continued, "Men all have a virginity complex, and I'm no exception. But in front of the person I love, it seems none of that matters.

" I unconsciously tightened my grip on my wife's hand. "You have no idea how I got through those first two years of our marriage. Sometimes I couldn't sleep all night. That sense of loss, bitterness, and sorrow felt like my heart was being torn apart. Later, I thought, if one day you could marry me, then my life would be worthwhile.

" "You're so sweet-talking.

" "Wasn't your ex sweet-talking?" I joked with a grin, earning a roll of my eyes from my wife.

"I never thought you'd actually marry me. Don't you think my life was worthwhile?" I chuckled.

"Silly boy

," my wife scolded. "Since it was worth it, why do you still want to explore those topics?" Sometimes, even in my dreams, I can't believe it. I always feel like I snatched you away, like I won unfairly, so I always try to find a reason in my mind that I captured you with my charm.

"You're just being vain. There's really no charm in that.

" My wife stabbed me in the back. "Your charm is so pathetic, your handsomeness is almost zero.

" "Don't be so hurtful!" I protested. "Even if my handsomeness is negative, I still married a goddess-level wife.

" I said smugly, earning a sweet smile from my wife.

"That's because I feel sorry for you.

" My wife's face hardened after her smile, seemingly unwilling to see my smugness.

"There are so many pitiful people in this world, why did you marry them all?" I scoffed at her reasoning. "Now that I think about it, my greatest charm isn't anything else, but my generosity, my tolerance, and my deep love.

" "You're still showing off.

" My wife laughed.

"No way.

" I said seriously, "Do you know how I reacted after I learned the whole story?" My wife stared at me with wide, beautiful eyes, waiting for my answer, a little nervous.

"It hurts a little.

" I pointed to my chest. "But I haven't tried to find any other comfort, nor have I looked for any excuses to mess around.

There's a saying: 'I don't care about forever, I only care about having it.'

That's bullshit, it's just an excuse for casual sex.

I think it should be: 'I don't care about having it before, I only care about forever.'

I love you as a person, your heart, not your body. Of course, I love your body too, but that's not the essence.

I don't love your thin membrane either.

Since I love someone and decided to spend my life with her, I should accept everything about her, including her past.

" My wife leaned quietly against me, listening to my story. I don't know when, but her hand was already intertwined with mine.

"So, when that guy told me about your past with such a complicated tone, my first reaction was a cold laugh, followed by disgust.

But thankfully, it helped me see him for who he really is.

" "Who is he?" "Never mind, I know, don't worry about it.

" "Since you don't care about these things, why did you come to me to verify them?" "I just wanted to understand your past. I know you keep many things buried deep inside, and I don't want you to keep them bottled up inside, imprisoning your happiness.

" "You silly boy.

" My wife cupped my face and kissed me on the lips. "If you want to know, I'll tell you everything.

" "Without reservation,

" I told her.

"Yes, I'll tell you everything without reservation.

" My wife nodded.

"Even now, I don't really blame him,

" my wife said softly. I knew "him" referred to her ex-husband. "It's impossible to have no feelings after being together for eight years.

Even after he cheated on me, I didn't act like a shrew and argue with him; instead, I still tried to win him back.

" "Then why..." "Like you said, the biggest difference between you and him is tolerance and understanding.

He can't accept having something that belongs to him stolen. To put it bluntly, it's possessiveness,

" my wife said softly, holding my hand. "The more I tried to win him back, the colder he became, even sarcastic remarks. I suddenly realized that this man I had lived with for eight years was so unfamiliar, so cold and heartless.

" I hugged her tighter, feeling a pang of heartache.

"But I still don't blame him.

" My wife paused for a moment. "Do you know why?" I shook my head.

"Actually, I don't really agree with your talk of tolerance and understanding.

" My wife laughed self-deprecatingly. "I'm hesitant. If we continue, will you still be able to maintain that indifference?

" "I'm listening.

" I didn't explain, but simply said.

My wife hesitated for a few more seconds before speaking: "The reason I haven't blamed him from beginning to end is because the fault lies with me.

" "Your fault?" I asked, puzzled. "Honey, you're too old-fashioned. Even if he did *that*, that's that scumbag's problem. It

has nothing to do with you.

" My wife shook her head: "That's also why I'm grateful to him.

Actually... actually... actually, I wasn't drugged and raped that time.

" My wife's words made my head buzz: "I don't understand what you mean.

" "I wasn't drugged and raped, but I cheated on him while drunk.

" My wife lowered her head, her voice low and resolute.

"What... what happened?" I was a little confused.

"Don't you think your wife isn't as wonderful as you imagined?" My wife smiled faintly, a hint of coldness creeping into her smile that I couldn't see from behind.

I thought for a moment, and although it shocked me, it didn't seem like anything revolutionary: "It's all in the past. I'm

a little jealous, but it's not to the point of being heartbroken.

" My wife turned to look at me with some surprise.

"I didn't say anything wrong.

" I shrugged. "I can understand his pain, but that can't be an excuse for him to cheat again.

" "Aren't all men like that, enjoying having affairs while keeping the wife at home?" "At least I'm not like that.

" I was indifferent, but I firmly stated my attitude. "So what happened that time?" My wife turned back to me again with surprise: "What are you doing?" "I just want to know.

" I hugged her and shook her gently.

"Why do you want to know this?" "Just curious.

" "You're really curious.

" My wife was speechless.

"Tell me."

"I touched her breasts, and the plump, full feel was intoxicating, but what came to my mind was another image, an image that actually made me hard."

"You want to know this too? I can't stand you.

" My wife said, a little embarrassed and annoyed. "What kind of husband are you?" "If I had any romantic history, I'd tell you too.

" I grinned slyly, and seeing her expression change, I quickly swore, "But not now, and probably even less so in the future.

" My wife rolled her eyes at me, and when she turned away, she felt her face turn slightly red: "Actually, that time wasn't premeditated. I don't know if he premeditated it, but I certainly didn't.

" "A casual hookup?" "That sounds awful, what do you mean by 'hookup'?

" My wife pinched me hard, making me wince in pain. "He's my boss, in his early forties, a returnee from overseas, in his prime, very strong and handsome. He usually takes good care of me, and I know he likes me quite a bit, but because of our families, he can't do anything. He's

a very gentlemanly man.

" "Gentlemanly, he still ate you up.

" I muttered.

My wife ignored me and continued, "That time I went on a business trip, after we finished discussing the contract that night, we went to the bar downstairs at the hotel to celebrate. After a few drinks, he suddenly confessed his feelings to me, which surprised me.

I admit I did have feelings for him, and he's always been very kind to me, but it couldn't possibly be to that extent.

But you know what? I was also drunk that day, and seeing his pained and restrained expression, I suddenly thought of you.

" "Thought of me?" I asked, bewildered. "

How is this any of my business?" "Of course it's your business!" My wife turned and stared at me intently. "Actually, the moment I thought of you, I understood everything. I really do care about you; I just didn't want to admit it before, didn't want to face it.

" "Wife…" I was suddenly speechless, a little touched, and a little… What was this all about? My wife's first affair was because of me? "It's not because I'm afraid you care about me that I'm saying this.

" My wife seemed to have figured it out. "I know everything about you after we got married.

" "You know?" I asked, surprised.

My wife nodded. "Including when you hid in the right corner by the entrance at my wedding.

" "How did you know?!" I asked again, surprised.

"I sensed an overwhelming sadness in you.

" My wife chuckled. "Including the time you went out drinking with people every day.

Actually, I was the one who introduced you to that girl who returned from overseas.

" I was speechless with surprise. That girl was the only one I wanted to continue a relationship with after that, but due to unforeseen circumstances, we didn't end up together.

"Then you..." "His pain reminded me so much of you.

" My wife turned to me, stroking my face. "It suddenly broke my heart, and I wanted to make it up to you. I'd had a few drinks then, and ended up going back to the room with him in a daze.

" "So, it turns out I'm the culprit.

" I said, both amused and exasperated .

"So, you can't look down on me for this.

" My wife said coquettishly.

"Would I even be human if I did that?

" I quickly stated my position. "And then what happened between you two..." My wife shook her head: "Just that one time.

" "How did he find out?" "I told him.

" My wife said softly. "I think couples should be honest about mistakes, but I never expected..." "Luckily he's petty, or I would have been in big trouble.

" I hugged her tightly.

"Silly girl.

" My wife chuckled, snuggling into my arms. We were silent for a moment.

"I have a question for you.

" I don't know why, but I blurted it out as if it were a sudden lapse in judgment. I never imagined that this question would change the lives of my wife and me.

"What?" "Um, your boss, your ex-husband, and your current husband, who's more powerful?" I felt my throat was terribly dry when I asked this question.

"What's more powerful?" My wife hadn't quite caught it yet.

"You know, that.

" "Which one?" "The one who'll get you.

" I could clearly feel my voice was a little dry, and I didn't know why, but I suddenly wanted to know the answer.

"What nonsense are you talking about?

" My wife suddenly realized what I meant, and her face turned red instantly.

"What's there to be shy about?

You're an adult.

" I touched her chest again, and this time, she shuddered. "Tell me.

" "It's not like that's what keeps a man and woman together.

" "I know.

Looks like I'm not so good.

" "That's not

true." My wife quickly said, then realized she'd been tricked. "You're so naughty.

" I grinned mischievously as I touched her chest. "Let's rank them.

" My wife pinched me, but only symbolically. "You're better than him, but not as good as the boss.

" "Oh my god, really?

" I couldn't believe it. "He's the oldest.

" I could clearly feel my hard tip pressing against my wife's chest. She felt it too, and reached out to touch it in surprise. After confirming, she looked at me, her eyes slightly misty.

"Hmm, maybe it's because he's older, so he has more stamina.

" She said, blushing, but felt the penis in her breasts twitch. "And...and maybe because he's been abroad for so many years, it's bigger too.

" My breathing became noticeably heavier. I don't know why, but hearing her talk about other men being better than me aroused my lust. "How many times did he do it to you?" "You bad husband, you have to know that?

" My wife said coquettishly, her hand gently rubbing against my pants.

"Tell me quickly.

" I commanded, my breath heavy.

"Three times.

" My wife blushed. This answer was like a charge. I roughly pushed her down onto the bed, my hand reaching into her nightgown. As soon as I touched the crotch of her panties, I felt a slippery sensation on my fingertips. I easily pulled up the hem of her panties. Goodness, she was already overflowing with desire.

That night, I seemed unusually vigorous, and my wife was clearly more aroused than usual. We experienced a passionate, intense entanglement we'd never felt before. She moaned and gasped, even screaming, as I ejaculated on her again and again… The next morning, I found my wife, after a night of passion, indescribably radiant and alluring, her delicate skin seemingly dripping with moisture.

“What are you looking at?” my wife said coquettishly.

“Looking at my darling.

Are you full?” I teased.

“How could I be full?

” my wife giggled. “I wish we could keep going and going.

” “Oh my god.”

I gently patted her full breasts, making her tender white orbs tremble and sway, leaving me feeling a little thirsty. "How can this go on? I can't satisfy you alone.

No wonder they say women in their thirties are like wolves and in their forties like tigers.

" "Then you'd better work out harder.

" "Work out, keep going!" I encouraged myself.

(To be continued)

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