[My Story with My Wife, Let Me Tell You Slowly] (Complete) Author: Jinghuayuan

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My Wife and I's Story, Let Me Tell You Slowly

Author: Jinghuayuan
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First published on Couples Bar on 2006/10/30
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(I)

I've read articles on some traditional websites describing men's reactions to their wives' infidelity, and they're all furious. But
that's not what I want to talk about today. Instead, I want to

discuss a completely opposite attitude: on some adult websites, there are many
articles by men describing their wives' extramarital affairs, mostly described beautifully, as if it were something wonderful.

I can't completely deny the authenticity of these articles, but there's too much fiction involved. Some articles are simply
fabricated by unmarried men. Because one thing I'm certain of: no man feels excited upon first hearing the news of
his wife's infidelity.

Any man, even if you have a mistress or a group of lovers, if you
learn of this without sufficient psychological preparation, can only feel anger and humiliation.

As for whether he might accept or even support his wife's infidelity later, that's a matter for the future. And the transition from initial
anger to acceptance usually involves a long period of emotional turmoil.

I'm a man married for over ten years. Like many men, I love my wife very much, but
at the same time, I can't resist the allure of the outside world and often have affairs—to clarify, I never visit
prostitutes ; it's not that I look down on prostitutes, I just feel they're too dirty.

Due to my work, I often come into contact with some very outstanding women. All men have the same flaw:
even if let them marry a beauty like Diao Chan, they'll get tired of her after a while. Therefore, men neglect their
wives and set their sights on women other than their wives,

creating many lonely women in the world. Actually, it's an interesting vicious cycle: men neglect
their wives and focus their attention on other men's wives. The result? Their own wives also become
targets for other men's advances. To some extent, to put it nicely, it's called karma; to put it bluntly, it's
called retribution.

At this point, I need to clarify that what I'm describing is not a story of eroticism.

I'm simply trying to honestly share some of my
experiences hoping to offer some inspiration, reflection, or lessons to others like me who have been in the "walled city" of marriage for so long.
Family is always a man's final haven, and his wife is always the closest and
most precious woman to him.

Arguments aren't scary, estrangement isn't scary, and infidelity isn't scary either, as long as you have the courage to face
them . Experiencing setbacks is okay; experiences are actually a form of wealth. Some setbacks or hardships might even
benefit you for life. As men, we have an undeniable responsibility to cherish the woman who accompanies us through life.

(II)

Not long after graduating from university, I met my wife. She worked at a bank, just an ordinary
teller , and graduated from a vocational school affiliated with a bank. She already had a boyfriend she'd been dating for a year. He was her
senior from the previous year; because he was ambitious, after working for a few years, he took the entrance exam for a full-time vocational college and returned
to school, which allowed me to steal him away.

My wife is a year younger than me, with a slender and graceful figure, sexy and charming, with bright,
innocent eyes. During that time, I felt like I was living in a honey pot, even waking up smiling from my dreams. During our courtship, I
tried many times to seduce her, but she always refused. Young people in their
early , but more than ten years ago, sex was a serious topic.

Therefore, I didn't truly possess her until our wedding night. Gazing at the bright, peach-blossom-like
virgin , my wife was more beautiful than a pure angel in my eyes. Actually, I've never had a deep obsession with virginity.
Moreover, premarital sex wasn't very common in those days, so everything seemed perfectly natural to me.

Like all newlyweds, we didn't miss any opportunity to be intimate. We'd make love two
or three times a night, and sometimes even during the day at home, a single glance could ignite a spark, and we'd immediately undress and roll around naked
together.

During that time, I was severely exhausted, yet still full of energy. The most outrageous time was when, after our passion
, I fell asleep on top of her without getting off immediately. She didn't want to move, so I slept on top of her for
over five hours—even now, recalling that, I feel like I owe my wife a lifetime of unrequited love.

A year later, we had a child, a lovely daughter. After having a child, most of my energy
shifted to her. The passion between us gradually faded.

During this period, I had an affair with my college classmate. This story isn't unusual; the probability of
infidelity is the highest.

I went to her city on a business trip, and we drank a lot together. Then she came to my hotel,
and we chatted for a while, but there wasn't much substance to it—just
idle talk about college life. Suddenly, there was an awkward silence, and we just stared at each other.

I don't know who made the first move, but we suddenly hugged each other, kissed passionately, caressed each other, and finally rolled onto
the bed. The moment I entered her body, my wife's lovely face flashed through my mind.

This thought instantly killed my interest, and I went limp after only a few thrusts. My mind went blank. My classmate
, unaware of the reason, kindly comforted me, saying I might not have rested well from being away from home.

I lay on the bed, numbly holding her, feeling like a beast, even imagining myself kneeling
before begging for forgiveness.

Later, my female classmate knelt between my legs, gently caressing me with her mouth. My wife had never liked giving
me oral sex, and the few times she did, it was always reluctant.

Therefore, my female classmate's stimulation unleashed my primal instincts, and I rolled over and pinned her beneath me, this time
having a thoroughly enjoyable time. Looking at my female classmate's face, contorted with excitement beneath me, I experienced a
completely new of pleasure.

After this incident, I felt ashamed for a while, and out of a sense of atonement, I often took the initiative at home...
I did some housework and was extra attentive to my wife for a while.

However, old habits die hard, and it wasn't long before I started having inappropriate thoughts again. In the following years, I
had several affairs with other women, and my neglect of my wife worsened.

Men who have been married for a long time know that a wife's intuition about her husband is often very accurate.
It's just that men generally overestimate their intelligence, always thinking their lies are flawless. In fact, a wife
doesn't need evidence to judge her husband's behavior because she is born with the most lethal weapon:
intuition .

A few years later, my career was going well, and I was promoted to head of an important department. Moreover, I had
a steady mistress, a charming and alluring woman. I was indulging in this double life,
and my neglect of my wife worsened.

By this time, we had sent our child to my parents' house, both to keep them company
and to allow us to relive the romance of our time together. However, although the child was gone, the passion between us
seemed to have vanished forever. And to be honest, my main focus was on my mistress.

My wife was basically dispensable to me, and we made love less and less often. My wife is a
reserved woman; when she has sexual desire, she only hints with body language. However, I increasingly
pretended not to notice her hints. Subconsciously, I thought that my wife belonged to me anyway, so I didn't need to
care so much about her, while my mistress needed to be pampered.

Until that incident happened...

(III)

About eight years ago, on a Sunday, I woke up early as usual. My wife was still sleeping in bed.
After I finished washing up, I went back to the bedroom and glanced at her; she was still asleep.

I said, "I'll go buy breakfast."

After saying that, I walked through the living room to the door, put on my shoes, and opened the door.

At that moment, I suddenly felt the need to go to the bathroom, so I closed the door behind me. Our bathroom was
right next to , so I turned around and went into the bathroom.

Sitting on the toilet, I picked up a magazine and slowly read it. One article in the magazine caught my eye, and I
calmly sat on the toilet and read it carefully.

Just then, I heard my wife walking around the living room in her slippers. I assumed she was going to
the bathroom, so I mischievously stayed seated.

To my surprise, the sound of a phone dialing rang out, and it was on speakerphone. Our
phone is in the corner of the living room, not far from the bathroom, so I heard it very clearly.

The call connected, and a man answered. What my wife said next struck me like a thunderbolt: "Honey
, are you up?"

The man replied, "I've been up for ages, honey. Why are you calling me from the home phone? Isn't your husband home
?"

My wife said, "He went out to buy breakfast."

The man said, "What time will you be here?"

My wife said, "I don't know, I'm waiting for him to go out and play mahjong."

(On weekends, I rarely spend time with my wife; most of the time I'm hanging out with friends.)

The man said, "No rush, I'll wait for you. What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it."

My wife said in an unusually gentle voice, "No need, honey, I'll buy it and bring it over. It's on my way. That's all for now
, I have to go now, my husband should be back soon."

—The call ended.

At that moment, I was stunned in the bathroom, my vision blurred, and I was trembling with rage. My instincts told me
to rush out immediately, but reason urged me to stay calm.

A strange voice kept asking in my ear: How could this happen? How could this happen…

Later, every time I recalled that scene, I felt extremely frightened: if my wife had gone into
the bathroom , the situation would have been uncontrollable. Moreover, my wife would have suspected me of being a shameless eavesdropper and spy.
For my wife, being exposed would have caused her a psychological breakdown.

Fortunately, after hanging up the phone that day, my wife went back to bed.

As for me, I was hiding in the bathroom, unable to go in or out.

Reason kept reminding me to control myself, I had to control myself.

I desperately needed to find a place to sort out my thoughts, because I had to face reality.

So I left the bathroom as quietly as possible, deliberately opening and closing the bedroom door loudly, as if I
had just returned from outside.

Then, in a very calm voice, I called out to the bedroom, "Honey, breakfast is sold out. I couldn't get any. You
can cook some porridge for yourself later. I have something to do and I'll be back in

a bit." My wife, pretending to have just woken up, said from the bedroom, "So annoying! It's the weekend, can't I even sleep in
?"

I didn't say anything, turned around, and walked out of the house.

The neighborhood was very quiet on the weekend, with a few elderly people practicing Tai Chi in the distance. The weather was sunny, but I
felt that the sky was black.

(IV)

Walking alone in the neighborhood, I felt completely empty, as if I were walking on cotton. Occasionally, I would run into
acquaintances who greeted me, and I would just nod blankly. I
sat down . The stone bench was icy cold on a summer morning, but I couldn't feel it anymore. At this moment, only one
question kept popping into my head: What should I do?

Perhaps it was related to the coldness of the stone bench, because soon I felt my whole body trembling. But my mind slowly
calmed down, and I began to think about the following questions:

I. What should I do? Should I expose them? Exposing this would be easy; even if my wife denied it, a simple check
of the phone records at the telecommunications bureau would reveal the man's identity. But what good would it do? The only result
would be a complete falling out, shattering any remaining affection. Once deeply loved, they would become strangers, even
enemies.

Second, should I pretend I know nothing and slowly devise a plan? But the thought of my beloved wife
naked me a headache. At that moment, I even felt murderous intent.

After the stone bench was littered with my cigarette butts, I began to fully sober up.

I started recalling the women I had been involved with over the years; most of them had lovely children…
Most warm homes have husbands who deeply love their wives.

So, when I was in bed with these women, why did I never think about their husbands'
feelings ? The ancients said, "Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you." I asked myself, every one of those women was a good woman; they
were all qualified mothers and virtuous wives.

On another level, when I was in bed with them, although I had no
intention , I still loved my own wife. Similarly, when they were in bed with me, they
still loved their own husbands. Even if the passion between them had faded, the blood ties
between were irreplaceable.

So, for me, is there any other woman in this world who can replace my wife? The answer is
no . Although my wife has definitely cheated on me, that's beyond doubt, compared to my absurdity,
what does her behavior amount to?

Therefore, the most important thing I should do, and the only thing I can do, is to make amends, not to cause further
damage. Otherwise, the harm will be permanent.

Thinking about the date my wife mentioned on the phone just now, my vision blurred again. So I quickly made
two decisions: first, pretend I knew nothing; second, I had to stop this date; I couldn't let
her drift further away.

With that in mind, I ran to the flower shop across the street and bought my wife a bouquet of pink roses.

This was only the second time I'd bought her flowers; the first time was before we got married, when I was courting her. Years had passed in the blink of an eye
; it all felt like a lifetime ago.

Returning home with the flowers, my wife was already dressed and cooking in the kitchen. Looking at the flowers in my hand, she was
surprised and asked, "Didn't you deliver them? Isn't your lover home?"

—I couldn't even remember when we started talking to each other in this sarcastic tone
.

A wave of sadness washed over me. I went to my wife, hugged her tightly, and buried my face in her chest.

My wife noticed my unusual behavior and asked, "What's wrong?"

By then, tears were streaming down my face. I tried to hide it, saying, "Nothing, I just saw an elderly couple
walking , and it suddenly made me think about how difficult life really is..."

It was the first time my wife had seen me cry like this, and she seemed a little lost. She patted my shoulder and said, "Don't
think about that, honey. Go watch some TV, breakfast will be ready soon."

At breakfast, I had no appetite at all, just staring blankly at my wife.

Once again, my wife was bewildered and asked, "What's wrong? Why did you come back looking like a delicate flower after
just one ?"

I didn't answer, just reached out and gently stroked her face.

After breakfast, I sat casually on the sofa watching TV, observing what my wife would do next.

A little while later, my wife asked me, "Aren't you going out today?"

I said, "I'm not going anywhere, I'll stay home with my wife."

Then, my heart pounded, and I asked her, "Is something wrong?"

My wife hesitated for a moment and said, "Something came up at work... but it's not urgent, we can take care of it on Monday."

I said, "Then stay home, or I can go shopping with you..."

Around noon, I made an excuse to buy cigarettes and went out. I thought my wife might need an opportunity and time
to make a phone call...

(V)

That weekend, my wife didn't go to her date. In the afternoon, I took her to KFC.
Before this, I had always hated this kind of junk food, but to make her happy, I pretended to like it and
went with her.

Afterwards, I couldn't help but secretly check the phone bill. I didn't find any clues in the phone bill,
but didn't mean anything—because back then, mobile phones were rare, and even a regular pager with Chinese display cost
more than two thousand yuan. I also couldn't check my wife's pager.

All I could do was go home on time every day, spend as much time as possible with my wife, and give her more care and attention. While
doing these things, I endured indescribable torment. Scenes of her having sex with
another , and I often dreamed about them, each scene seemingly unfolding before my eyes.

I made excuses to go to her office several times (by then, she had been promoted to a minor department head),
but there were five people in her office, and I couldn't confirm if that man was one of them.

Actually, who he was didn't matter; it was just that the curiosity, anger, and humiliation kept
surging , making it impossible for me to extricate myself.

But all I could do was fulfill my responsibilities, or rather, make up for
what I hadn't done well before. For my wife, this was a form of compensation, but for me, it was a deserved punishment.

The initiative had been handed over to my wife. During that time, I basically cut off contact with my lover
. When I faced him, I felt no interest whatsoever, and there was even a vague resentment, as if she
was .

During that time, whenever I was intimate with my wife, I often felt an inexplicable
urge , as if I were competing with someone else.

At the time, I hadn't read any rational articles about dating or group sex, and
even if I had, I couldn't accept those seemingly unconventional methods.

I only occasionally read a few psychological counseling articles online about my wife's infidelity,
but I found that reading many of the so-called experts' pretentious writings only made me more depressed; it was better not to read them at

all. Some say that time is the best healer, and that's very true. After my persistent
efforts , my wife finally started to communicate with me more often, and we rediscovered the feeling we had back then.

We both enjoy drinking beer. Once, we drank ten bottles of beer at home and still weren't satisfied, so
we went out for barbecue late at night, drinking and chatting about everything under the sun, including our children and our
future aspirations.

However, I always adhered to one principle: I never mentioned her infidelity. Several times, she
clearly intended to confess to me, but I pretended not to care and changed the subject. Looking back now, I realize it
was because I was timid; I couldn't resolve this inner conflict myself. So I preferred to avoid the topic, trying...
Forget about these things and let time take its course. Seeking common ground while respecting differences is definitely a good approach.

After weathering this storm, my relationship with my wife underwent a qualitative change: beyond
that of husband and wife, we were often closer than confidants. Harmony increased, arguments decreased, and our hearts
drew closer.

And often, I even felt a deep, heartfelt love for her, like that for my own daughter.

After some time, when I felt the time was right, I confessed to her my first affair with a female
classmate , as well as other experiences (God forgive my reservations, because I had
gone too far and feared she wouldn't be able to accept it. Also, I felt that
if she might not be able to handle the heavy psychological impact.
In a way, this might be a kind of benevolent deception, because there was a prerequisite: I truly realized
my mistakes). Actually, she already knew many of my things before I confessed, but she didn't expose me
for the sake of the family and children.

She also voluntarily told me about her only extramarital affair. She spoke calmly, and I listened
calmly : it turned out the man was a major client of their bank, a very considerate man with a happy
family. During the time I neglected my wife, he approached her.

According to my wife, during her relationship with that man, she was constantly tormented by emotions and conscience
. She initially accepted him largely out of revenge against me, and only secondarily out of
emotional and physical needs. But after the affair, she discovered things were far more complex.

The reason for the affair was her husband's betrayal, and afterwards, she felt even more guilty towards herself—
a painful self-inflicted wound. Since that unfortunate Sunday, my wife was overjoyed to accept my
change, and things underwent a qualitative shift: since that Sunday, my wife sensed I might
know something, but I never mentioned these sensitive matters, for which she was very grateful.

Furthermore, I continuously showed my care and consideration for my wife through my actions, and she voluntarily ended her ambiguous
relationship , transforming them from lovers into normal, ordinary friends. Later, I became friends with that man, but that's
another story.

Looking back now, through the process of saving my marriage and love, I also saved her and me.

(VI)

As time passed, our lives seemed to get back on track. For the next two or three
years, I didn't touch any woman other than my wife. The lessons from the past were too profound.

However, there was a very troublesome problem: that scene from back then hadn't faded with time
; instead, it became clearer and clearer. This mental block had been bothering me. Many couples like to say some inappropriate things when they're
excited This is a normal behavior that can increase excitement and pleasure
.

Later, I often asked my wife this when she was close to orgasm: "Is it as
comfortable with your lover as it is with me?"

At first, my wife, still in a daze, remained wary and said, "No, he's not as good as you."

While I was moving vigorously, I gritted my teeth and said, "Tomorrow I'll find a hundred men to tie you up and play with
you!"

My wife was completely out of it and kept cheering. In the end, we both reached orgasm at the same time.

Later, I frequently changed my tactics. For example, when my wife was excited, I would mention her favorite male celebrity:
"Honey, you're having sex with Chow Yun-fat right now."

She would nod excitedly, and then I would ask, "Want to do it with other men?"

She would obediently answer, "Yes, but my husband is still the best..."

So, sometimes I would pretend to be her boss, sometimes her classmate, and sometimes even a stranger.

Every time I did this, the quality of our sex was surprisingly good. But when the passion faded, if I asked
her, "What did you just say?"

she would definitely deny it outright: "I didn't say anything, you're such a pervert."

Sometimes I would think to myself that I might actually be a bit of a pervert. But if this perversion could bring harmonious
marital happiness, then it couldn't be considered perverted.

Although I knew the result was good, at the time I couldn't explain why it was good, or what made it good.
And , deep down, I still had an unresolved knot in my heart—I still felt that I was a bit of a pervert.

To clarify: I had told my wife all these doubts without reservation, without any concealment.

My wife, however, was very dismissive of this, always saying, "I think you're just bored and your mind is full of
nonsense . You're torturing yourself."

It wasn't until a few years ago that I started reading articles about multiple partners or partner swapping, and combined this with my own experiences, that
I began to rationally analyze myself. Ultimately, it was the respected
Li Yinhe

resolve my inner conflict. After reading extensively on her sociology and ethics, my inner conflict was completely resolved
. At the very least, I realized: I am a normal person.

I don't know if this is human nature, or perhaps I am someone with this nature and potential
.

(VII)

Before continuing, I'd like to briefly mention Li Yinhe.

I don't know how many people have actually read Ms. Li Yinhe's writings. Currently
, there's a constant stream of criticism against her online. I've read many articles criticizing her, most of which focus on her role in disrupting marriage or
family stability.

Everyone portrays themselves as pure and noble Confucian gentlemen, loudly praising the beauty of marriage
while completely denying Li Yinhe and her professional viewpoints from a moral standpoint.

Many people believe that both men and women should be absolutely faithful to their spouses and remain faithful
to one person until death .

—I hereby declare that I fully agree with this view.

However, reality often differs from people's ideals.

Humans are complex, and this complexity stems from the complexity of human nature. Human nature is not entirely good; it also
contains evil, and many other ambiguous elements that lie between good and evil.

For example, I still don't consider myself a bad person. But is it really that easy
to distinguish between ?

When I betrayed my wife, to her, I was an absolute villain. But
faced with the reality that I had become a villain, did my wife kill me? Or resolutely abandon the marriage?
Was it a rational attempt to salvage the relationship, or a complete rejection?

I think every wise person wouldn't choose to throw the baby out with the bathwater. I've always been very confused by a crucial point held by
those who vehemently criticize Li Yinhe: they believe that having
extramarital affairs is normal, as long as one is careful and doesn't let their spouse find out, it's a kind of benevolent
deception .

I think if this idea were accepted by most people, how terrible the world would be:
when faced with a wife's or husband's vows, you would have to think: isn't his or her declaration
also a benevolent deception? As a husband, you can put yourself in her shoes: if your wife had already
cheated on you , but she hid it well, so you didn't know, would you think this behavior was normal or not?

As a husband or wife, when faced with "open communication" and a seemingly foolproof "white
lie

," which would you choose? If it were me, I would choose open communication. While
betrayal is wrong compared to unwavering fidelity, a greater mistake is deception. The most heartbreaking aspect of a spouse's betrayal
isn't the physical separation, but the emotional estrangement. —The devastating blow is when you suddenly discover that
the person you trusted most has been deceiving you all along.

Many of Li Yinhe's articles help us recognize this more clearly. Therefore, those who vehemently criticize
Li Yinhe are not so much rejecting her as refusing to wake up, refusing to escape
the quagmire of self-deception. Every married person can personally attest to this: marriage is a partnership, a
joint effort. Many things cannot be changed by wishful thinking. For example, my wife was
always mother, virtuous and kind, yet I still cheated on her.

Many aspects of human nature are unavoidable. If you don't want to deceive yourself, you must bravely
face them .

(VIII)

My wife and I's life was finally back on track. It seemed that only then did we truly begin to love each other.

Especially the psychological intimacy, which is indescribable.

Gradually, my wife developed a habit: no matter what happened at work or outside, she would tell me all about it,
asking me for advice on her troubles and sharing her joys with me. Every
time, I would listen attentively.

Many times, my wife would lie in my arms and say emotionally, "Honey, even if we're not husband and wife in the future, I
believe we'll still be best friends."

— For a man, this simple sentence is more precious than ten thousand "I love you"s.

Once, the female classmate I had a passionate encounter with came to our city for a conference. Since
that time, we hadn't been in close contact. Sometimes we'd call to say hello, occasionally exchanging
sweet , but it was more like teasing and joking.

My wife had seen her picture in my graduation yearbook and heard my story about her, so she was
n't unfamiliar with her. I told my wife that she was coming for the conference.

My wife jokingly said, "Want to rekindle old flames? Want me to make room for you?"

I went along with it, saying, "No need, you don't take up much space. Our bed is big, three people can sleep in
it ."

Hearing this, my wife called me a pervert and then rushed over to pinch me.

Originally, I only planned to treat my female classmate to a meal and show her around the city; I hadn't planned on
giving her any special hospitality, as the conference organizers had already arranged her accommodations. But my wife insisted
that

since her classmate was visiting, we should at least invite her over. I knew perfectly well what my wife's reaction meant: she was taking the initiative, using offense as defense.

On the day my classmate arrived, my wife took a day off to accompany me to the airport.

Her explanation was, "This shows how much we value her."

My classmate was quite surprised by my wife's appearance, as I hadn't told her beforehand. But there
was no need to worry; women are natural diplomats, masters of appearances. Within five minutes of meeting, the two
women, each with their own hidden agendas, acted like sisters separated for decades.

As I drove, I glanced at the two women whispering in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but chuckle.
Then both women attacked me at once. I thought to myself, "You two are putting on a really convincing show!"

After dropping my classmate off at his place and sitting for a while, the three of us went home. My wife ran around
getting drinks and peeling apples.

She whispered to me, "She's uglier than in the photos."

Haha, that's women for you.

After a while, my wife said, "You two chat for a bit. I'm going out to buy groceries. Let's not go out tonight
, let's eat at home."

Ignoring my classmate's protests, she left.

I knew perfectly well that my wife wanted to give us some time alone. This cunning woman
had everything under control, but outwardly she was impeccably polite. She wanted to be involved, but didn't want
me to notice her jealousy.

After my wife left, my classmate and I remained seated, completely oblivious to my wife's enthusiastic antics.
We'd lost all desire to do anything naughty.

My classmate said, "Your wife is so nice, I can tell. You two are so happy..."

I went over and gently hugged her, then asked, "If I told him about us,
what do you think she would do?"

My classmate was startled and said, "She would definitely kill me."

I laughed and said, "You're shameless, sleeping with someone else's husband while acting so naturally
intimate ."

My classmate kicked me: "You're the one who seduced me."

Half an hour later, my wife came back from grocery shopping. The two women were busy in the kitchen together. I couldn't
help , so I lay on the bed watching TV.

My wife sneaked over and asked me, "You two didn't do anything wrong while I was away, did you?"

I grabbed her hand and stuffed it into my pants while saying, "Here, check for yourself."

My wife laughed and pulled away from me, then went back to the kitchen.

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